Dept. of Poor Kitty
Friday, 22 September 2017 05:49 pmPhil's Very Bad, No Good Day
Poor Phil. Our little black kitty, who we've been treating for the past couple of weeks for ear infections - and taking to the very nice vet twice in those past couple of weeks - has been, finally, diagnosed with an ear polyp. It's bleeding when it gets jostled, which is why one ear has been smelling nasty; old blood. Eurgh. It doesn't seem to hurt him too much, and it's not awfully itchy, as ear mites would be ...
... but he needs surgery. And the surgeon our vet recommended is 30 miles outside the city limits (in Buffalo Grove, oddly, where I spent 19 unpleasant months covering the community. In fact, when our vet handed BB the booklet, I thought "I'll bet this is somewhere way the fuck out, please let me be wrong," and of course I wasn't. Fucking Buffalo Grove.) Since Phil goes unhappily nuts for the 10 minutes it takes us to drive to the regular vet, this promises to be extraordinarily stressful for him, and for us. Especially since he'll have to go out for a consult, and then back out for the actual surgery.
It's going to cost, too, but to not do it would be wrong. There is also the possibility, we're told, that the polyp may have grown through the eardrum; and that may mean they can't remove the entire thing, and that it may grow back. Aaack.
Poor guy, he's really so forgiving of us. He's already climbing back into my lap, and wanting to be petted. I love him, and I hate stressing him out.
In happier human news, I feel much better. And it's the weekend. So there's that.
Poor Phil. Our little black kitty, who we've been treating for the past couple of weeks for ear infections - and taking to the very nice vet twice in those past couple of weeks - has been, finally, diagnosed with an ear polyp. It's bleeding when it gets jostled, which is why one ear has been smelling nasty; old blood. Eurgh. It doesn't seem to hurt him too much, and it's not awfully itchy, as ear mites would be ...
... but he needs surgery. And the surgeon our vet recommended is 30 miles outside the city limits (in Buffalo Grove, oddly, where I spent 19 unpleasant months covering the community. In fact, when our vet handed BB the booklet, I thought "I'll bet this is somewhere way the fuck out, please let me be wrong," and of course I wasn't. Fucking Buffalo Grove.) Since Phil goes unhappily nuts for the 10 minutes it takes us to drive to the regular vet, this promises to be extraordinarily stressful for him, and for us. Especially since he'll have to go out for a consult, and then back out for the actual surgery.
It's going to cost, too, but to not do it would be wrong. There is also the possibility, we're told, that the polyp may have grown through the eardrum; and that may mean they can't remove the entire thing, and that it may grow back. Aaack.
Poor guy, he's really so forgiving of us. He's already climbing back into my lap, and wanting to be petted. I love him, and I hate stressing him out.
In happier human news, I feel much better. And it's the weekend. So there's that.
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Date: Friday, 22 September 2017 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: Sunday, 24 September 2017 04:48 am (UTC)Bitch.
I begin to wonder if she did it to whig us out. She certainly succeeded.
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Date: Sunday, 24 September 2017 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Thursday, 28 September 2017 05:52 am (UTC)We brought food to her (because we're totally whipped), placed a water bowl near her. She jumped down and allowed as that was acceptable. Ate and drank a little. Got back on the bench.
So after 5 days of this, she went to the vet for a total checkup, despite the fact she'd had a "well cat visit" just 3 weeks earlier. And she had to stay there the *whole day* in a cage because I had to work and the vet couldn't see her until the afternoon. So I left work early, was with her for the exam, and nothing appears to be wrong. The vet was *very* thorough.
Now, however, poor miss thing has *the worst flu ever* and is sneezing, wheezing, and has lost her beautiful Bengal voice. She is squeaking. Or opening her mouth and nothing comes out. She goes back to the vet on Saturday morning.
Poor Dawn. I love her very much.
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Date: Sunday, 1 October 2017 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, 1 October 2017 04:12 am (UTC)So that goes on for a week. Then yesterday she's a lot better. She finally gets to go to the vet today. No symptoms at all. The vet said if we hadn't told her she had the URI, she never would have guessed it.
Damn cat.
LOL. I do love her.
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Date: Saturday, 23 September 2017 05:15 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: Saturday, 23 September 2017 08:45 am (UTC)In happier human news, I feel much better. And it's the weekend. So there's that.
Well, that is something, at least. :-/
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Date: Saturday, 23 September 2017 03:27 pm (UTC)And yes, I do feel better, although I awakened at 5 a.m. this morning - on a Saturday, no less! It's horrendously warm here (in the 90sF, which is completely wrong when it's almost October. Good thing that global warming/climate change is just a liberal plot, eh what?) so I'll try to avoid going out, and will bow to the gods of air conditioning while I do some housework.
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Date: Saturday, 23 September 2017 10:53 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: Saturday, 23 September 2017 03:29 pm (UTC)Traveling with Phil is greatly different from traveling with the late lamented Alex. Alex would mew a few times, but would stay largely silent. Not so Phil!
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Date: Sunday, 24 September 2017 02:09 pm (UTC)Sending good thoughts for Phil.
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Date: Sunday, 24 September 2017 07:30 pm (UTC)Well, that was one way the otherwise well-behaved Alex would occasionally react. And it actually made me feel worse, because when a kitty does that in an enclosed space like a carrier, it means they're usually truly frightened. Which, of course, makes the human feel like even more of a jerk.
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Date: Monday, 25 September 2017 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: Sunday, 24 September 2017 12:39 am (UTC)Glad you're feeling better!
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Date: Monday, 25 September 2017 06:37 pm (UTC)We used to drive out to Buffalo Grove to get ice cream at The Buffalo. It's still there, and might be a place to hang out if you have waiting time out there.
On a random note, my nephew and his wife recently bought a house in Buffalo Grove. They have three small dogs of the Shih Tzu persuasion.
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Date: Monday, 25 September 2017 09:47 pm (UTC)They have three small dogs of the Shih Tzu persuasion.
They are braver and more patient than I would ever be.