again
My mom's asthma was ramping up this weekend and so she went to the doctor this morning and they are sending her to the emergency room right now. She obvs. isn't going to come home and get me, but she's so terrible at waiting and I'm aces at it.
I feel bad that she's going to have to sit there by herself with nothing to do but feel sorry for herself and feel like crap and want to come home. She's going to be miserable. She hates this exact scenario so much that she'd pretty much rather do almost anything else.
*hands*
I'm watching a thing about climate change right now. Was able to get Blink's pill down his gullet all by myself this morning.
Pills! Poor Moo. So, he has an enlarged thyroid. It is sending out in excess of 5x the amount of hormone, so we had to look at our options. Radiation and surgery were too expensive and so pills it is. He's not thrilled about it, but has allowed the twice a day buttered pill past all barriers so far.
We're supposed to be sprinkling a probiotic on his dry food, too, but I keep reminding my mom to look for it, she swears she has some, and nothing. I can only do so much asking/pushing. Next step is to look for it myself and bear the wrath of mom who doesn't like it when I don't wait for her to do a thing. *sigh*
Oh! And he has a pain med, too, for his arthritis. Which is supposed to be squeezed into the baby food (meat gravy) that we feed them every night, but he won't go near it. Lol. So we squeeze it onto a finger and shove it into his mouth. It's a paste from inside a pill. YUM.
Poor kittle. Jeez.
I think he's started peeing in the box again, though? And one poop in there. But maybe just from paranoia. Like, "Is this what you assholes want from me?"
I follow him around at night, before we get locked in my room, to be sure he doesn't sneak in my parents' room to poop in there. And he always looks at me like, "Why won't you leave me alone, omg, Mom!" It's really funny. Sometimes he just sighs or yawns and walks back into the room he came out of, where we were watching tv or whatever. Plans thwarted!
I suppose I should eat something. Gah. Food.
I feel bad that she's going to have to sit there by herself with nothing to do but feel sorry for herself and feel like crap and want to come home. She's going to be miserable. She hates this exact scenario so much that she'd pretty much rather do almost anything else.
*hands*
I'm watching a thing about climate change right now. Was able to get Blink's pill down his gullet all by myself this morning.
Pills! Poor Moo. So, he has an enlarged thyroid. It is sending out in excess of 5x the amount of hormone, so we had to look at our options. Radiation and surgery were too expensive and so pills it is. He's not thrilled about it, but has allowed the twice a day buttered pill past all barriers so far.
We're supposed to be sprinkling a probiotic on his dry food, too, but I keep reminding my mom to look for it, she swears she has some, and nothing. I can only do so much asking/pushing. Next step is to look for it myself and bear the wrath of mom who doesn't like it when I don't wait for her to do a thing. *sigh*
Oh! And he has a pain med, too, for his arthritis. Which is supposed to be squeezed into the baby food (meat gravy) that we feed them every night, but he won't go near it. Lol. So we squeeze it onto a finger and shove it into his mouth. It's a paste from inside a pill. YUM.
Poor kittle. Jeez.
I think he's started peeing in the box again, though? And one poop in there. But maybe just from paranoia. Like, "Is this what you assholes want from me?"
I follow him around at night, before we get locked in my room, to be sure he doesn't sneak in my parents' room to poop in there. And he always looks at me like, "Why won't you leave me alone, omg, Mom!" It's really funny. Sometimes he just sighs or yawns and walks back into the room he came out of, where we were watching tv or whatever. Plans thwarted!
I suppose I should eat something. Gah. Food.