Well, the neurology appointment went well. After having to drive through Toronto in the morning ( YUCK YUCK AND YUCK), we arrived at the clinic and finally got to meet Lexx's surgeon.
He was a really great guy, very relaxed, very confident but not in a cocky way, which I appreciate.
I cannot stand being talked down to. I am a very good researcher with a strong grasp of biological context and I often find that vets demand to explain everything to me as if I'm in fifth grade, causing me to become bored and frustrated.
We have decided that the surgery should be asap, and we are booking for next week.
I'm terrified.
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