My tests were last Friday so I was starting to worry that they found something they couldn't fix because I haven't heard a word. Last night I decided the best way to get a call from a doctor would be to take a morning shower and lather my head with Shampoo. It works like a charm. The phone (in the bathroom with me) rang.
There's a laundry list to be dealt with, but the main problem is two fractures. They will fix them and fix the slippage with fusion. This afternoon they will call with more information and a date for surgery so we can make arrangements.
I called the vet to see if they know someone who will stay with Jack. They will call me back, later. He is my main concern. As long as I have waited for this call, I can think of a million things I should have asked, but at the moment I was just so grateful that they can do surgery.