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Nov. 14th, 2020 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesSo much for my nice relaxing long weekend. Friday SUCKED, because Snip's blood test came back weird and she was really acting sick. On top of the election and the pandemic and L telling me she was inclined not to drive down to Noank for Thanksgiving (which meant I wasn't going either), it was too much bad stuff all at once, and I couldn't stop crying for quite a lot of the afternoon. Crying while wearing contact lenses is a terrible idea, because they get blurry and gummed up and are hard to remove. And then I got four hours of sleep because I kept waking up to make sure the sick cat at the foot of the bed was still breathing and then couldn't get back to sleep because my jaw hurt so much from clenching it.
Today Dr. P came back and ultrasounded Snip after I doped her up to the eyebrows on gabapentin, and narrowed it down to either pancreatitis or pancreatic cancer (depends on whether the lumps in the pancreas are inflammation or tumors). Three-day pain shot, antibiotic shot, sub-q fluids twice a day for five days, and appetite stimulant just until she gets the idea that eating is a good thing (hasn't happened yet). Off went another $800. But Snip actually curled up in her bed in the living room like a normal cat, which she hadn't done when her innards hurt, and the gabapentin has worn off, so she's only half doped up to the eyebrows (I don't think she knows her stomach is shaved, though, and I'm certainly not going to tell her) and might eat in the morning. And she purred at me. And I think she might have gotten some sleep in there somewhere, although I was warned the pain med might also keep her awake for three days.
I want my nice relaxing movie marathon and embroidery day tomorrow, dammit.
Today Dr. P came back and ultrasounded Snip after I doped her up to the eyebrows on gabapentin, and narrowed it down to either pancreatitis or pancreatic cancer (depends on whether the lumps in the pancreas are inflammation or tumors). Three-day pain shot, antibiotic shot, sub-q fluids twice a day for five days, and appetite stimulant just until she gets the idea that eating is a good thing (hasn't happened yet). Off went another $800. But Snip actually curled up in her bed in the living room like a normal cat, which she hadn't done when her innards hurt, and the gabapentin has worn off, so she's only half doped up to the eyebrows (I don't think she knows her stomach is shaved, though, and I'm certainly not going to tell her) and might eat in the morning. And she purred at me. And I think she might have gotten some sleep in there somewhere, although I was warned the pain med might also keep her awake for three days.
I want my nice relaxing movie marathon and embroidery day tomorrow, dammit.
