As The Cat World Turns
Yesterday I battled with the @!#$ing company called ApothoPet, aka Center Pet Pharmacy in Washington D.C. My vet called in Ed’s refill on the 15th for Cisapride, a drug not readily available at most vets (on hand, that is), and unsafe for humans, so you can’t just get it filled at a regular pharmacy either. You have to go to one of these pet pharmacies, that range in prices like the military has radar range, and you never know how reputable the one you finally settle on will be. This place is run half in part by a stoner who seems to be afternoon shift (read = no early am shifts) that doesn’t know his ass from his face. His medication should have been here Monday. It is now Wednesday, and it’s not here. When I called them and complained Monday, Stoner Guy said he’d flag down UPS and overnight it. I never got a call back to say if they did or not…they did not. I called again yesterday to see wtf was up, and got a nice girl that said she’d overnight 10 capsules gratis. I still don’t have them. Stoner Guy said they were mailed out on the 18th, but he couldn't say why - only that it was odd that it took two days to fill.
Not only that, but the other package won’t arrive until the !@#$ing 24th, so I had my vet call the “expensive-but-reliable” people to overnight it. They charged me $69 for what ApothoCrap charged me $36 for, and yet again…I still do not have the pills.
Meanwhile… I got home from work at around 5ish, administered Ed’s laxative (it had been 2 days since his cisapride ran out, which keeps his bowels from backing up), and fed him and Lestat. I couldn’t wait to watch them both finish eating, because I had to get down to the vet by 6pm (closing) to pick up Ed’s heart medications, which the old vet feels it is necessary to keep him on for a while to prevent another episode. So I go there, pick up the meds, head down to meet up with The Muppet. We headed back to my place.
What we found when we arrived was a landmine zone of puked up food, not even digested or chewed all the way. As we cleaned this, Ed continued to puke, and showed us that he was unable to poo at all. Everywhere he went, he tried to go and couldn’t. He was drinking water, and puking. It was time for his heart meds, so I had to give him the medication even though there was a 99% chance he’d puke it up. I gave him a double dose of the laxative, in increments over 2 hours. He seemed to keep down the pills, but I couldn’t be certain he didn’t puke them up again too… Every hour on the hour all night long, he was puking. A lull happened around 4am, and I slept I think until 5:45, when I heard him puking again, and got up to clean.
I called the vet at 7am and arranged to take him in for the day. They are going to extract the backed up poo, figure out if this little lump he felt around his lymph nodes is causing any problems (he is having trouble swallowing, I noticed, when I gave him his laxative and heart meds this morning…which he did keep down). I found a giant puddle of pee next to his pet bed, behind the chair I normally sit in when I’m working.
The results are also in for his lab results - negative for Cushings Disease, as his adrenal glands are normal.
It’s just all so sad. We are back to square one with whatever is wrong with him. Please say a prayer to whatever gods you support, and if you don’t believe in any, light a candle for him anyway. Please.
Not only that, but the other package won’t arrive until the !@#$ing 24th, so I had my vet call the “expensive-but-reliable” people to overnight it. They charged me $69 for what ApothoCrap charged me $36 for, and yet again…I still do not have the pills.
Meanwhile… I got home from work at around 5ish, administered Ed’s laxative (it had been 2 days since his cisapride ran out, which keeps his bowels from backing up), and fed him and Lestat. I couldn’t wait to watch them both finish eating, because I had to get down to the vet by 6pm (closing) to pick up Ed’s heart medications, which the old vet feels it is necessary to keep him on for a while to prevent another episode. So I go there, pick up the meds, head down to meet up with The Muppet. We headed back to my place.
What we found when we arrived was a landmine zone of puked up food, not even digested or chewed all the way. As we cleaned this, Ed continued to puke, and showed us that he was unable to poo at all. Everywhere he went, he tried to go and couldn’t. He was drinking water, and puking. It was time for his heart meds, so I had to give him the medication even though there was a 99% chance he’d puke it up. I gave him a double dose of the laxative, in increments over 2 hours. He seemed to keep down the pills, but I couldn’t be certain he didn’t puke them up again too… Every hour on the hour all night long, he was puking. A lull happened around 4am, and I slept I think until 5:45, when I heard him puking again, and got up to clean.
I called the vet at 7am and arranged to take him in for the day. They are going to extract the backed up poo, figure out if this little lump he felt around his lymph nodes is causing any problems (he is having trouble swallowing, I noticed, when I gave him his laxative and heart meds this morning…which he did keep down). I found a giant puddle of pee next to his pet bed, behind the chair I normally sit in when I’m working.
The results are also in for his lab results - negative for Cushings Disease, as his adrenal glands are normal.
It’s just all so sad. We are back to square one with whatever is wrong with him. Please say a prayer to whatever gods you support, and if you don’t believe in any, light a candle for him anyway. Please.