1-17-13
No more medical stuff this week, please.
Ken told me yesterday morning that Lucy had been throwing
up. This combined with her squirt poop was slightly alarming. She had come off
of her pain meds from the spay the morning before and really had seemed ok
until later that afternoon. Ken suggested we call the doc.
I got home from work to find her all kinds of chipper and
seemingly ok. There had been no more vomit puddles and she seemed perky and
alert. I felt a little better since perhaps it just meant she had a little sick
and was feeling better.
I was wrong.
As the boys were working on homework, I noticed just how
lethargic Lucy was. Here was a kitten, complete with her sister who was playing
around near her, just looking like a rag doll. I was worried and made the
decision that we should take her down to the shelter docs.
I worried that I was overreacting until she pooed. And I don’t
mean like I watched her poop. No, this poor darlin had no control over her
bowels. I was picking her up to put her in the carrier when simultaneously Dax
announced that he smelled poop and I felt warmth down my side. She had crapped
all over me. It was sad for her. I knew she wasn’t feeling well.
We rushed her down to the shelter for a re-check. They were
incredibly sweet and nice down there. I have to say, I am super impressed with
their upbeat attitudes considering just how many people come through that
clinic each day. No sooner had I filled out the paperwork, Miss Lucy was back
with the doctor, being checked on.
The vet told me that this sometimes happens after surgery.
She gave her something oral to hopefully help with the vomit and gave her some
subcutaneous fluids to hydrate her. She told me also to go ahead and put her on
a bland diet for a couple days. Lucy didn’t seem to have much of an appetite
issue, which is a good thing. She also was drinking regularly, which also is a
good sign. It was now just letting her tummy rest after what is kind of
traumatic work that gets done down in her girl parts. Shoot, I know I get all
kinds of icky feeling during a period, so to have all that messed with is
probably not exactly comfortable.
The vet also told me what a great patient Lucy is. I have to
say, the girls truly are remarkable little kitties.
Lucy spent the night in the bathroom. She threw up a couple
more times, so as the doc suggested, she was limited to water for the time
being. Bobby was really bummed she wasn’t going to sleep with him (She always
sleeps curled up with Bobby at night. That cat loves her boy.) so he made sure
she had the pillow pet tiger the two of them share at night. Lucy was grateful for
this and Ken said she was curled up asleep on it at one point.
Sadly, this adventure did put a damper on me doing anything useful
around the house.
Today should be a little better. We have lots of things
going on. The boys have a lunch date at school. At the Halloween carnival, one
of Dax’s raffle tickets won him lunch with Mrs. Fasheh and a couple of the
other teachers. He chose Bobby to go with him and I know a couple other
students are going as well. They are all walking up to Louis Burgers at 12:30
for lunch, which they are both quite excited about. I love that they get to do
this. Mrs. Fasheh is also quite excited since she adores the boys.
After school, we need to get through homework as quickly as
possible as I have an appointment at the Genius Bar. My phone’s camera seems to
have issues, and I really have needed to go there for some time. It looks like
something is under the lens causing it to not be able to focus correct.
Hopefully they can correct this issue.
We then have dinner plans at Hometown Buffet. We have a free
meal coming to us that has to be used by the end of January, and since
Thursdays are kids eat for $.99, it seemed like this was a decent plan,
especially since we will be out an about.
This just means that I need to get through today at work. I
also just realized I left the book I am reading at home, which annoys the shit
out of me. I brought it home hoping I could read while there. Figures.
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