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So, vet day happened on Tuesday, because Quirk needed a booster for her distemper vaccine and we wanted to see if Lily had gained any weight. She had in fact lost some and is back in "cat skeleton with fur on it" territory, and Quirk had gained some (which of course is the exact opposite of what we wanted), and Dr. P was worried enough to draw blood from Lily. I was convinced it was going to say "dying of kidney failure", but it didn't. Her kidney values are fine for being almost 15 years old. She's slightly anemic and rather neutrophilic, which Dr. P says is infection, inflammation, or possible early stage bone marrow cancer. Ultrasound and antibiotic injection tomorrow. There goes another $800. Sigh. But she's started eating a useful amount again, at least. And she's acting more like herself since yesterday than she has since she got goopy eyes last month.

In human medical news, I am getting a Covid vaccine on Tuesday through HSDM. Yes, it's jumping the line, but not badly enough to make me feel horribly guilty and "weight off my mind" doesn't even begin to describe it. All of my planning for anything in the future outside my apartment stopped at "when I'm vaccinated" and now I can put a date to when that actually is.

And now I have to go try to corral my brain into being productive, when all it wants to do is yell "WHEE!" and bounce off the walls.