Monday was my “Day of Panic”.
Our friend Hector from San Sebastián tipped a good vet in Chueca: Clinica Veterinaria Arcos Iris. Friday my Spanish teacher Leti had helped me making the appointment by phone. First we studied my questions, so that the chat with the vet went well. I made an appointment for 10:30 at the veterinario, but I should not have made it so early. Sunday I celebrated my birthday and we all went to El Atril until ….. (I cannot remember).
The alarm went off at 09:00 and at 10:00 o’ clock I started walking. Normally the gay quarter Chueca is only a 30 minute walk, but with a dog without a leash (forgot the leash in the car) who is also a bit lazy, I needed more time of course! Also I searched for the street Calle Valverde at home and the route looked so easy that I only made a print screen on my mobile. But I got totally lost! Already 15 minutes late I started running with Karel – who weights 11 kilograms – in my arms. A police officer showed me the right way, but before I knew I was on Calle Hortaleza, again. Back where I started! I called Johan for help, but because of the loud traffic around me I could not hear him, so I hang up again. I almost started crying. All sweaty I finally reached the vet, probably half an hour late. I felt so embarrassed, because Karel was the first patient of that day, so they were all waiting for us.
The doctor was very sweet to Karel. She took out his stitches and kept on talking in Spanish. The only thing I understood was: “No se ve bien” (it doesn’t look good) and often the word “mal” (wrong). Then she sent me to a specialist Centro Oftalmologico Veterinario at Calle de Goya. Together we looked on the map. It was close to my school at Parque del Retiro, but she told me the distance was to far to walk. Outside I asked a taxi driver if he could take me. But he saw Karel and said “No perros!” (No dogs!). The second taxi driver accepted me, only if I kept Karel on my lap during the ride.
In the waiting room at the second vet three women were before me. My heart was still beating from the running, my knees and feet were sore and I was still sweating. Finally it was my turn. The doctor looked at the eye of Karel, made some pictures and even did an ultrasound examination with gel on his eye. When he showed me the pictures he said Karel needed surgery again! I had to sign a paper in Spanish which ended with 573 Euros.
Karel got an anesthesia injection and fell asleep on my lap in the waiting room. I called Johan if he could pick me up by car. He was in the supermarket and the car is at the free parking across the river, 15 minutes walk from our house. So Jack and Johan took a taxi to our car and they arrived quickly. We left Karel at the vet, but he already needed to be picked up at 1:30. We drove home and did our homework for school swiftly and went back to the vet to pick up Karel. But there was no time left to drop him off at home, so we had to take him to school.
Both our teachers were waiting in the hall, because we were 15 minutes late. When Karel, still totally drugged, fell asleep in my class room, the Directore Asun of Estudio Sampere came in our class and said: “Un perro en nuestra escuela?” (A dog in our school?). She looked a bit upset. I felt ashamed. But later my teacher Leti told me: “She is not angry for you bringing the dog to school, she does not like animals in general!”
After school, driving home, I felt really depressed. Together with Leti I had translated the letter the vet had given to me. Karel has to wear his plastic protection cap for one month! He needs seven different medicines: four eye drops three times a day five minutes apart for one month and three different pills per day for fifteen days. And the stitches had to be taken out on ….. the day we leave for Ibiza! What a rotten prospect …. for us and for poor Karel!