You might be wondering where I was on Wheelie Wednesday. Well, its a long and disturbing story, but one I need to tell.
On the evening of Wheelie Wednesday, Momma and Master took Dexter to the vet for his rabies shot. While they were gone, I thought I would give agility a try since I have been hearing so much about it. Mango helped me set up an A-Frame and I was ready to go.
I am warning you, some of you may find the following video a little too graphic for your tastes as I severely overestimated my agility talents.
(If you have trouble with the movie, try the direct link )
Now I will tell you at this point that most of the following is pieced together from what Mango told me because I was unconscious from the fall. Mango says he came running as soon as he heard me crash.
He tried to administer CPR...
Then he called 911! What a resourceful chap.
The paramedics arrived quickly and put a brace on my neck.Next I was loaded on a stretcher and whisked away.
I had to be airlifted to the Tufts Emergency Clinic which fortunately has a special Wheelie unit (actually, I fit in the helicopter quite nicely, but Mango insisted on staying by my side, and, well...)
I was rushed into an examining room and poor Mango was left alone in the waiting room, not knowing if I was going to make it or not.
Finally the doctor came out and explained that I had broken both legs so badly that I would spend the rest of my life in a wheelie wheelie chair..... UNLESS, Mango consented to let me undergo experimental surgery that involved replacing the bones in my legs with this...
Tough choice for the big guy, and he needed to give it a good think.
How well Mango knows me because he said that Hector would rather try and fail than not try at all and he told the doctor to proceed with the surgery.
I had to be prepped with the laughie gas.
Here is the surgeon fitting me for my implants.
And finally they were ready to begin.It lasted a long time, but, was a success! Afterwards, our only recourse for transport home was by ambulance since everybody else was still at the vet. Fortunately, we were able to find an ambulance with a sun roof.
We arrived home and Mango immediately tucked me into bed. Its not as bad as it looks. I have some bumps and bruises and of course my legs are in casts, but I have plenty of drugs so I'm not feeling any pain.
Unfortunately, no sooner did I lie down than I had to pee (must have been all those IV fluids). My super duper Mango made a sling for me to help me out into the yard.
Back inside, Mango spoon fed me chicken soup to make me feel better (I didn't have the heart to tell him that a slotted spoon was probably not the best choice).
So, after some rehab, I will be good as new and of course Mango is my super hero because without him I wouldn't be here to tell this story!
Hector Wheelie over and out!
P.S. Once I get these bandages off, you can bet I'll be back at the agility again! Get back on the horse I say.