Well, I took Carl in, everyone ooed and awed over the cute baby tortoise. I told them he was 3 months old, they assumed that meant I had him for three months but didn't realize that the ones they sell at pet stores are practically adults. No surprise there, I guess, us teenage girls don't know anything anyways.
The vet said that his plastron does feel a little soft but that it isn't too soft to be worried, for a hatchling. If it gets worse or doesn't get better in a month, I need to bring Carl back in.
He wormed Carl, and told me he was going to give him a vitamin injection, just in case. I said no thanks to the vitamin injection, turns out he meant a vitamin D injection, so I feel like a major idiot but he could have specified. By then it was too late so no vitamin d injections for Carl.
I said disastrous in the title because A) I didn't really get anything out of the vet visit, except maybe a tiny smidgen of peace of mind and B) Carl, like all animals, went to the vet acting more hyper and hungry than even normal for him, after he was a little lethargic this morning. The vet must have thought I was nuts for worrying about him as he's sitting on the table, chewing on the stonecrop leaf I brought to keep him occupied that we devised to cover in the worming medication, which he of course ate right up. I will say that he looked down right pissed when the vet tried to put the syringe in his mouth, so I offered up the leaf, and it worked like a charm
Not quite so worried, but I will definitely be checking the hardness of Carl's shell a whole lot more often (maybe 5 or 6 times a day, is that too often, do you think? )
The vet said that his plastron does feel a little soft but that it isn't too soft to be worried, for a hatchling. If it gets worse or doesn't get better in a month, I need to bring Carl back in.
He wormed Carl, and told me he was going to give him a vitamin injection, just in case. I said no thanks to the vitamin injection, turns out he meant a vitamin D injection, so I feel like a major idiot but he could have specified. By then it was too late so no vitamin d injections for Carl.
I said disastrous in the title because A) I didn't really get anything out of the vet visit, except maybe a tiny smidgen of peace of mind and B) Carl, like all animals, went to the vet acting more hyper and hungry than even normal for him, after he was a little lethargic this morning. The vet must have thought I was nuts for worrying about him as he's sitting on the table, chewing on the stonecrop leaf I brought to keep him occupied that we devised to cover in the worming medication, which he of course ate right up. I will say that he looked down right pissed when the vet tried to put the syringe in his mouth, so I offered up the leaf, and it worked like a charm
Not quite so worried, but I will definitely be checking the hardness of Carl's shell a whole lot more often (maybe 5 or 6 times a day, is that too often, do you think?
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