life: cat relapse
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Chaos has spent all day today, and overnight and will spend all day tomorrow at the vet. He had another collapsing incident. I managed to get a different vet at the same clinic who listened rather than getting defensive. They're doing tests to find out what's going on, and they have him on drips and things which at last report he was responding well to.
This initial visit and testing... well, let's say I've spent less money purchasing a used car, but I buy really crappy cars. In the best case scenario there will be frequent follow-up checking, but possibly surgery if the tests turn up something. I've cashed in my banked time at work to pay this first bill, (which was sort of my 'sick days' cushion, but oh well) and will deal with the rest as it comes up.
The only reason I seem to be handling this so well right now is that this vet was a reasonable person, and the rest of my life is making all this look like a hangnail. (I'm not getting into any of that because I do not want to be a drama llama.) Also helps that I plugged my brain into the TV for three hours, which has reduced it to a fine goo with the assistance of painkillers and muscle-relaxants.
Anyway. Life sucks, c'est la vie. Eventually I'll be entertaining again, it's inevitable. :-)
Chaos has spent all day today, and overnight and will spend all day tomorrow at the vet. He had another collapsing incident. I managed to get a different vet at the same clinic who listened rather than getting defensive. They're doing tests to find out what's going on, and they have him on drips and things which at last report he was responding well to.
This initial visit and testing... well, let's say I've spent less money purchasing a used car, but I buy really crappy cars. In the best case scenario there will be frequent follow-up checking, but possibly surgery if the tests turn up something. I've cashed in my banked time at work to pay this first bill, (which was sort of my 'sick days' cushion, but oh well) and will deal with the rest as it comes up.
The only reason I seem to be handling this so well right now is that this vet was a reasonable person, and the rest of my life is making all this look like a hangnail. (I'm not getting into any of that because I do not want to be a drama llama.) Also helps that I plugged my brain into the TV for three hours, which has reduced it to a fine goo with the assistance of painkillers and muscle-relaxants.
Anyway. Life sucks, c'est la vie. Eventually I'll be entertaining again, it's inevitable. :-)