Cat asthma, time scarcity
Aug. 12th, 2023 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonOn Monday I did indeed keep up the work momentum, staying home and slamming out a LOT. On Tuesday I slogged in to the office (through actual flooding) to have lunch with a visitor to the office and have some meetings.
And then... that was nearly it for the week, because Hypercube had started whuffing through her nose in a disturbing way and was really resisting her medications (unusual for her). On Wednesday I had a massage scheduled in the morning which I went to; then I bought an extra-nice lunch, and even let Pokeworks charge me extra for lobster, because I just had a feeling. I put that into my face before calling the vet, and getting sent straight to the emergency vet; and then sent from the nearest emergency vet onward to a different referral hospital where Hypercube is already a patient, since she was considered stable enough for further car rides. (I am, at this point, VERY grateful for the medium-term loan of Quarte's car.) Those people ended up admitting her and putting her in an oxygen cage for a night, and doing a tracheal wash in the morning for more data while also beginning to treat a probable upper respiratory infection. I drove up to bring her medicine and visit her on Thursday, then I drove up with the bug on Friday to see if she would eat for us (barely) and whether she should come home. She voted YES on the latter and now here she is, with a huge array of medications.
The week's only other news is also medical: I get to stop taping my toe, which is "healing beautifully". Once I've logged a solid week of normal walking with no pain, I can try running or jumping (insert lecture here about "99% healed is not the same as 100% healed"), and after a month I can start picking up objects with my toes. That's good. Baby steps, as they say.
But also, ugh, this is why I often feel such time scarcity. You never know when something will come along and sideswipe all your plans.
And then... that was nearly it for the week, because Hypercube had started whuffing through her nose in a disturbing way and was really resisting her medications (unusual for her). On Wednesday I had a massage scheduled in the morning which I went to; then I bought an extra-nice lunch, and even let Pokeworks charge me extra for lobster, because I just had a feeling. I put that into my face before calling the vet, and getting sent straight to the emergency vet; and then sent from the nearest emergency vet onward to a different referral hospital where Hypercube is already a patient, since she was considered stable enough for further car rides. (I am, at this point, VERY grateful for the medium-term loan of Quarte's car.) Those people ended up admitting her and putting her in an oxygen cage for a night, and doing a tracheal wash in the morning for more data while also beginning to treat a probable upper respiratory infection. I drove up to bring her medicine and visit her on Thursday, then I drove up with the bug on Friday to see if she would eat for us (barely) and whether she should come home. She voted YES on the latter and now here she is, with a huge array of medications.
The week's only other news is also medical: I get to stop taping my toe, which is "healing beautifully". Once I've logged a solid week of normal walking with no pain, I can try running or jumping (insert lecture here about "99% healed is not the same as 100% healed"), and after a month I can start picking up objects with my toes. That's good. Baby steps, as they say.
But also, ugh, this is why I often feel such time scarcity. You never know when something will come along and sideswipe all your plans.
