Poor little Zilch in his e-collar.

My little baby got his testicles removed today, it was a very long day. He has been trying to rip out his stiches so they put him on an anti-psychotic. It made me reminisce about the long, lazy days filled with anti-pyschotics and ovaltine. Oh sweet 17, where are you now?

So anyway, he's all fucked up and in an e-collar, which is one of my favorite things for animals to do. I have to hand feed him for 7 days and keep him in a separate cage. Poor baby.

On my way home from the vet (where they tried to charge me $250 until I ACTUALLY CRIED), I got kicked off the bus, called the bus driver a bitch, and then came home and got locked in my apartment. I had to pound on the walls until my neighbor came out into the hall and took care of it. Thank god I didn't have to call the police to have them rescue me from this crackhouse. Trauma all around. I really have a headache.