And while, yes, I’ve been spending an obsessive amount of time doing the genealogical thing, there have been some other events taking place that have my attention diverted elsewhere.
A family member has been dealing with a medical issue. Out of respect for that family member’s privacy, all I’m going to say is that things look good and we’ll have more definitive information next week.
Not quite on the same realm as the previously mentioned family member, but definitely still important, my cat Mickey is seriously ill. About two weeks ago, she stopped eating. Thinking she had some hairball issues, I stopped and picked up some Laxatone. After two days, it seemed to make a difference and she started eating again. But I was gone for the most part last weekend, and even though she appeared to be eating when I stopped in to feed her and Alex, by the time I got into my normal routine last week, I noticed she was barely touching her food. Worse, she was losing weight.
I had to wait until payday to get her into the vet, thanks to the issue with the water department. She was running a fever, which actually gave me hope that perhaps this was something treatable. But she’s also jaundiced. The vet is concerned about liver failure, given her age (she’s nearly 13). I’m finding myself in the unenviable position of wanting to do everything possible for her and knowing that my budget won’t allow it. So, I’m settling for doing what I can to get a proper diagnosis and making her comfortable in the meantime, and going from there.
They took blood last night, gave her some fluids (she’s continued to drink, so she wasn’t very dehydrated) and a shot of antibiotics. Unfortunately, she was so pissed off by the time they got to the shot that she managed to struggle out of the grasp of TWO people and bent the needle in the process. Her leg is irritated as a result. She’s not limping on it anymore, but there was a very scary moment when we first arrived home last night, where JM and I thought it was broken. (It’s not.)
But today, she wants nothing to do with food. Or water. Or me. I managed to get her to take her antibiotics and smeared some Nutrical on her face, just to piss her off some more. I’m waiting for The Boyfriend to get up to give her a pill for liver function (I do the liquid meds, he does the pills) and I’m waiting for the vet to call me back with the results of the blood work.
So, that’s where I’ve been.