--breathing--
Okay. So. Now, I called the vet *back* in order to try to get her to reexplain everything, as I was sort of horrified when I called her two days ago and only got about every third word. She says, yeah, never mind, my bad, I took a closer look at his chart and really, while this is a fair jump from his last visit, it doesn't seem to be too far out of the fluctuation he's been living with for a year now. So, never mind the stuff I said about him dying soon, I really just didn't read his chart very closely.
Okay. 1. I am very happy. 2. Having now done more research on his malady, I have a much stronger grip on the reality that he does, in fact, have a terminal illness, even if he isn't as bad as you initially thought. But, 3. THE FUCK????? DO YOU OFTEN PROCLAIM IMMINENT DEATH FOR YOUR PATIENTS WITHOUT DOING YOUR DAMN JOB FIRST, FOR INSTANCE, THE JOB OF READING THE CHART AND DRAWING REASONABLE CONCLUSIONS FROM **ALL** OF YOUR DATA????
*ahem!* Yes, well, thanks for plugging your ears and letting me scream. I've spent the last few days bawling over what a horrible mom I am for not having noticed his tooth decay earlier, how I should have somehow found money to take him to the vet all the time even though he 1. wasn't sick, and 2. I didn't take myself to the doctor when I was, etc. etc. I am, of course, ecstatic that he is healthier than I thought. And very sobered and sad at the still-imminent reality that he is living with *two* conditions that may be killing him. But, yes, very very happy that he has some time left. However, not looking forward to shoving antibiotics down his throat this evening. :-P (He has a little infection to boot.) Plus, now that he's not dying imminently, he gets to have an echocardiogram! What fun! Hey, Gav? Come on, cheer with me! You'll love sitting in the vet's office for an hour while a stranger pokes you, it'll be great!!
*sigh*
I am damn emotionally exhausted.
Okay. 1. I am very happy. 2. Having now done more research on his malady, I have a much stronger grip on the reality that he does, in fact, have a terminal illness, even if he isn't as bad as you initially thought. But, 3. THE FUCK????? DO YOU OFTEN PROCLAIM IMMINENT DEATH FOR YOUR PATIENTS WITHOUT DOING YOUR DAMN JOB FIRST, FOR INSTANCE, THE JOB OF READING THE CHART AND DRAWING REASONABLE CONCLUSIONS FROM **ALL** OF YOUR DATA????
*ahem!* Yes, well, thanks for plugging your ears and letting me scream. I've spent the last few days bawling over what a horrible mom I am for not having noticed his tooth decay earlier, how I should have somehow found money to take him to the vet all the time even though he 1. wasn't sick, and 2. I didn't take myself to the doctor when I was, etc. etc. I am, of course, ecstatic that he is healthier than I thought. And very sobered and sad at the still-imminent reality that he is living with *two* conditions that may be killing him. But, yes, very very happy that he has some time left. However, not looking forward to shoving antibiotics down his throat this evening. :-P (He has a little infection to boot.) Plus, now that he's not dying imminently, he gets to have an echocardiogram! What fun! Hey, Gav? Come on, cheer with me! You'll love sitting in the vet's office for an hour while a stranger pokes you, it'll be great!!
*sigh*
I am damn emotionally exhausted.