Medical Misadventures

I guess I'll start with the cat.  Last Sat. we saw that one of the cats had thrown up, and it happened a second time.  I think at some point we figured out it was Rho.  Then Sun. she was extremely listless, barely moving.  I was pretty sure the clinic would tell me to bring her back tomorrow or go find an emergency clinic if I was that worried about her.  Over the course of the day, she threw up several times, basically every time she tried to eat.  I let her drink some water and she threw that up!  So very concerning, but I still decided to wait until Mon.  Somehow I managed to get her an appointment on Monday after my own visit to the clinic.

To cut it short, she was very backed up and had a lot of gas in her stomach that made it hard to do the x-ray to see if she did have some obstruction in her intestine (like if she had swallowed string or a rubber band or even her own (or Tobey's) hairball.  So I brought her back the next day and she still hadn't pooped enough, though I think she pooped a little.  Trying to reconstruct what happened, I think I dropped her off Wed. and they called and recommended exploratory surgery.  I very reluctantly agreed, and in the end they couldn't find anything!  It's as likely as anything else that she just reacted badly to this different cat food when I couldn't track down Kitten Chow.  (I threw away this bag, as I figure it easily cost me several thousand dollars!)  They somewhat reluctantly kept her overnight, and I got her on Thurs.  Then I had to bring her back for a temperature check on Fri.  So I ended up going back and forth to the vet every single day this week, and now they want her to return on Mon.  I hope that is it, but most likely I'll have to bring her back for one more check-up and take off this stylish onesie they have her in (instead of a cone).

It's been a lot of fun, trying to get her to take her medicine.

I had some slightly unpleasant news from the doctor on Monday, where my blood work wasn't great and I have apparently picked up another 3 or so kilos.  I really thought I was starting to make some progress, but I just have to get far more serious about cutting out sweets, which is much harder said than done for me, though I have been a bit better.  At least I am still getting plenty of exercise, especially with all this extra biking past Landsdowne!  No point in fretting too much about it, however.

Gotta run now.