It's now July 25th. Erin left yesterday for a 9-day vacation, so it's all up to us. NZymes wasn't kidding when they said it would get worse before it gets better. It has been agonizing to watch TJ. The oozing in his hindquarters had decreased significantly, and even his paws don't seem to be bothering him much. However, I can tell that it's moved into his mouth and the skin on his chest, which is soaking wet. It's really hard to keep the cone on him, but without it he immediately starts scratching and tearing himself up. He's had a hard time eating the past few days, and also doesn't want to drink any water. For some reason he'll drink out of the running water from the hose, but he doesn't want to drink out of his bowl, even though the water is fresh and his dish has been sanitized. When he eats, he takes a bite and puts it on the floor, and you can tell that he bites down on it but then has a hard time opening his mouth ... I think because it's so dry. I've found that he likes eating ice cubes, so I've been able to help him that way. I've considered putting his food in the blender, but I don't think he's consume it since I can't get him to drink water either.
When we got up this morning at 7, I took off TJ's cone to feed him, and he immediately clawed himself up, then he became a little vacuum cleaner ... not as in cleaning up everything on the floor, but he was rubbing his chest and chin all over the carpet. There's blood all over it, which we've done our best to clean up. Luckily the carpet cleaners are coming on Thursday. TJ was in a completely frantic state for about 2 hours. I think he had this horrible itch all night long that he couldn't scratch, and by the time we took off the cone he was practically insane with it. Of course we put the cone back on right after he ate. We could tell he was exhausted, and he finally passed out on the floor for a few hours. We were supposed to go to the drop zone to jump, but I just didn't feel that I could leave him in that state. I encouraged Dave to go without me.
At 1:30 he woke up, and we basically went through the entire morning insanity sequence again. It's really hard because he can't drink his water with the cone on, but if I take it off he tears himself up. His chest is still drenched with puss, which I've washed off many times today. I'm exhausted... It's about 3:30 now, and he's just settled down to go back to sleep.
I hate to talk about poop, but today is the first day I can recall that he had 2 firm bowel movements, so I'm taking that as a good sign -- hopefully it's not just because he's dehydrated from not drinking enough water. He seems to have occasional bouts of energy, too, which is encouraging.
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