...not so good.
A couple weeks back, I noticed that Nigel had been walking with a bit of a limp. I didn't really take much note of it, because in all honesty, Nigel is almost two years old. That's like 60 in hamster years. Maybe more. Anywho, yesterday morning I woke up to check on my furry friends, and I was shocked and horrified to discover that what had been a barely noticeable injury had caused his left leg to swell to about four times its normal size. So of course, being me, I freaked the crap out and called every vet in the tri-state area.
Hamster medical care is kind of tough, because not all vets deal with such small little animals. Hamsters are considered "exotic" pets by your average veterinary practice. Fortunately though, the nearest exotics clinic happens to be across the street from my house. I took off work early and hurried home as fast as I could, got Nigel all ready to go, and rushed to our appointment.
I ended up getting myself so flustered running out the door, I forgot my keys twice, and then I forgot Nigel...
If anyone's cool enough to pull off three limbs, it's Nigel. But for now, we're hoping the medicine works and he gets back to his old self. Personally, I'm just glad he's ok and home for the time being.
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