More Chaplin Updates
So...I think he's getting better, bit by bit. His temp is still at 103.5, but his activity level increased hugely today. For the first time in a good week, he woke up of his own volition, cruised around the house, ate some kibble, and even went down to the basement and used the litterbox without me having to carry him. He did this TWICE, and the second time, he actually RAN down the basement stairs--the first time he's run, again, in a good week or so. His respiration rate had been abnormally fast (because of the fever), but it seems to have dropped back to within the normal range for cats, so that's very good. He also took some fierce swats at the peacock feather tonight.
I've been feeding him chicken baby food, because it's got a lot of water in it, and it's very, very palatable. I'm afraid he loves it too much, but what matters is that he's eating something and that it's helping him heal.
Tonight was his last dose of Cefa-Drops. Depending on his temp in the morning, the vet's either going to start him on another round or we're going to try a diff. antibiotic.
I have to think the antibiotic is working. I mean...he went into the vet's with a temp of 106, and it's down now to 103.5, and it hasn't spiked back up...so that's probably a good sign? Right? Either the antibiotic is working OR he's getting over whatever this thing is on his own.
I'm just still so apprehensive that this is something terrible. I 'm on tenterhooks, afraid to celebrate the little victories, because I'm afraid they'll be snatched away from me. I think my anxiety has reached new highs with this situation, and it's really, really unhealthy. I just feel like I'm jinxing things to say, "I think he's getting better." I mean...I DO think he's getting better, but there's this tiny part of me that thinks it's all just wishful thinking. I know it's not, though. IT'S NOT.
To be completely honest, I've really barely slept or eaten any decent food in the past five days. I sleep in fits and starts, and I have horrible nightmares when I do sleep. The house is really a total wreck right now, and I'm probably eating one small meal a day. It's dumb, because I know I need to take care of myself, but I somehow feel I don't deserve to be comfortable when my kitty has been so obviously NOT comfortable.
Please keep praying and sending light for Chaplin. I'm going to try and meditate my way into an actual night's sleep.
<3 to you all.
-Kelsie
I've been feeding him chicken baby food, because it's got a lot of water in it, and it's very, very palatable. I'm afraid he loves it too much, but what matters is that he's eating something and that it's helping him heal.
Tonight was his last dose of Cefa-Drops. Depending on his temp in the morning, the vet's either going to start him on another round or we're going to try a diff. antibiotic.
I have to think the antibiotic is working. I mean...he went into the vet's with a temp of 106, and it's down now to 103.5, and it hasn't spiked back up...so that's probably a good sign? Right? Either the antibiotic is working OR he's getting over whatever this thing is on his own.
I'm just still so apprehensive that this is something terrible. I 'm on tenterhooks, afraid to celebrate the little victories, because I'm afraid they'll be snatched away from me. I think my anxiety has reached new highs with this situation, and it's really, really unhealthy. I just feel like I'm jinxing things to say, "I think he's getting better." I mean...I DO think he's getting better, but there's this tiny part of me that thinks it's all just wishful thinking. I know it's not, though. IT'S NOT.
To be completely honest, I've really barely slept or eaten any decent food in the past five days. I sleep in fits and starts, and I have horrible nightmares when I do sleep. The house is really a total wreck right now, and I'm probably eating one small meal a day. It's dumb, because I know I need to take care of myself, but I somehow feel I don't deserve to be comfortable when my kitty has been so obviously NOT comfortable.
Please keep praying and sending light for Chaplin. I'm going to try and meditate my way into an actual night's sleep.
<3 to you all.
-Kelsie