After having a good night, Chandler proceeded to have an awful day.
The wound finally decided to break open and drain.
I'm not sure if it was painful or just extremely disconcerting for him,
but he was frantic to try to get the fluids off of his fur.
Maybe it's some instinct that says he shouldn't look or smell wounded.
Anyway, he looks a mess despite my efforts to clean him up.
I've got towels thrown down all over, and have created a giant nest of them
in a blocked in area next to my bed.
*sigh* methinks I shall be washing a lot of towels with bleach this week.
At least his appetite is still good,
and someone from the ES list has offered to make me a bach flower remedy.