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Showing posts with label feline heart murmur. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feline heart murmur. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Fortify

So, I'll be honest.  Okay, that's not anything new here.  I don't really crave alcohol lately, since I stopped working.  But I felt like I really needed it tonight.  The FP woke up on the wrong side of the planet today at 5 am or whatever unholy time he woke up.  He probably wakes up that early because it's his only alone time.  I do try to go to Target or grocery shopping once or twice a week, but frankly, I think spending a 4 day weekend with me was too much.  But I thought overall it was a great weekend!  I don't think most people would be able to spend that much time with me.  I'm a rotten person, and I don't take showers frequently enough.  So, I don't blame him.  But it was rough.  I wished we had two cars today.  Sure, I could have walked somewhere or taken the bus.  But I was exhausted, mostly emotionally.

The vet called this morning, and we played phone tag all day.  Wouldn't you know it, the blood work came back pretty much inconclusive.  It didn't look like hyperthyroidism to the vet, so she was recommending x rays and an ultrasound.  For my cat.  So, I asked how much this would cost, and she gave me the phone numbers of vet cardiologists so I could find out.  So, the vet we use can do the x ray for $145.  The first place I called is in Mission Valley and they charge $138 for the consult, $197 for the x ray and $394 for the ultrasound.  This is money that I would balk at for myself.  But I love my cat!  So the other cardiologist is in Sorrento Valley.  Much farther.  But, they quoted the consult for $110 and the ultrasound for $360.  The receptionist told me that the doctor would probably want to do an ultrasound first, and only an x ray after if necessary.  So, that's cheaper, but farther away.  So, do I go with the closer one that charges more and might needlessly radiate my cat?  Or do I pick the farther away clinic that's cheaper and may not do an x ray.  I'll probably pick the far one.  Because who knows how much more this is gonna cost after the tests.

So, after a moderately deep cleaning session of neglected parts of the apartment, I went to the store to get stuff for dinner and a $7 bottle of vino.  And I'm going to see how much of it I can drink.

(So here is an older video of Stinksy, the cat with the heart murmur.
So what do you think, should I shell out the mula?)



And then I need to call the pet cardiologist tomorrow and make an appointment.  I'm not going to get out of this town without spending a fortune.  On necessary stuff.  It's no fun to spend money on that stuff.  And yes, this bottle of wine falls under the category of necessary stuff.

So, I was on the computer late last night, trying to kill time until I was tired.  I have been reading in bed lately, but individual ants crawl on me in bed, so I have to be tired now when I go to sleep.  That way if they crawl on me I won't feel it.  I did clean around the bed and spray that nontoxic ant cleaner around the bed, but I don't think it will work.

Anyhoo, as I was saying, I was on the computer, and my friend from my, um, hometown, im'ed me on facebook.  We had this deep conversation about our separate upbringings - me with my BPD dad, and her with her alcoholic parents.  Our conversation was about finding out what it was we were growing up with, knowing that it was not so unique and almost feeling ambivalent about it.  Well, that's how I feel.  Anyway, it's funny how you (or me, or one) can have these old friends, and you can never see them, never talk to them on the phone, never even email them, every once in a while reply to their post on facebook, and it's just like talking to the person you knew back when.  Hopefully a more mature version, but still the same person.  It was good to have a back and forth conversation, rather than a back......and forth..................and back again.....and forth.  You know, like with emails.

This is interesting, because I'm not drinking fast, but I already feel warm presumably from the wine.  Although this apartment is stuffy.  I can't wait to live in a place with good fresh clean central air conditioning.  The vet thought that The Fuzz's seasonal itchies were probably allergic reactions to pollen or something.  So, I think she will appreciate and new climate and filtered air.  Not the drive though.  She will hate the drive and she will hate us.

I just noticed that I had headphones on and the speakers on and the music never started playing.... and then when I started the music, the speakers weren't connected to the computer.  LMAO

This music isn't quite right for my frame of mind.  I daydreamed today about killing myself.  I thought, I could just end it, and the FP could move or not move.  He could do whatever he wanted, which he probably feels like he doesn't get to do all the time.  Most people don't.  But he could if I died.  And the cats would probably become extra clingy to him, which would be nice for him.

I'm sorry.  I just feel like a useless being, with an oversized carbon footprint.  It took a dumb TV show for it to dawn on me that I should recycle all that junk mail rather than toss it in the trash.  I've been losing IQ points ever since... I graduated from FSU.  Sad, but true.

Okay, I'm at the point where I'm buzzing and making lots of comments on facebook.  Help me!  Stop me.  Oh wait, by the time you read this, the material contained herein will be out of date.  Never mind.

So, how to end this sloppy, fragmented, so not amusing blog entry?  Let's dig up more pictures of my expensive cat.  He bites.






    Cutest American Shorthair I've ever seen!

Monday, October 10, 2011

I Heard Him Murmur

So, we took the cats to the vet.  I'm kind of dumb.  The past several years, we've been buying fancy prescription food for Stinksy at the vet.  So, every once in a while, I would ask if I should bring the cats in for vaccinations.  The receptionist would ask, are they still indoor kitties?  I would say yes.  The receptionist would reply that she thought they didn't need vaccines if they stayed inside.  I never thought to ask if they needed a checkup, because vaccines and a checkup go hand in hand to me.  No one ever told me that they thought I should bring the cats in, and nothing seemed wrong with them, so I never took them in.

So, since we are headed on a long road trip and disturbing move to a different climate, I thought I would take them in for vaccinations and to get microchipped.  We had to buy another carrier, and the only ones at the store were too big or too small, so we went with the small one for The Fuzz.  I got the old pet taxi ready in the bathroom, and I put the new soft one on the bed.  The FP grabbed Stinksy and shoved him in the pet taxi, no problem.  But as soon as I grabbed The Fuzz and walked her by the bathroom, she sensed something disturbing about to happen to her.  She did a good job of resisting going into the carrier, so finally the FP had to help me back her into it.  Then the meowing began.  Fuzz is pretty loud and she just let loose.  Stinksy was mortified, and he was just softly mewing.   The Fuzz cried for most of the 10 minute journey to the vet, while Stinksy quieted down.

We got into the clinic, and The Fuzz still kept meowing for several minutes.  Then she started meowing only when one of us made eye contact.  We went into the examining room and The Fuzz got checked out first.  She was quieter as she got poked and prodded.  She got a clean bill of health, and she got her back nails clipped.

Stinksy was next.  He was a little skittish and uncooperative, but not bad.  But then the doctor informed us that he had a heart murmur.  Every several beats his heart would skip one.  So, since he hadn't been in for a checkup in several years, she couldn't tell if he'd had it for a while or not.  She said this could be a sign of congestive heart failure or hyperthyroid.  So, she thought he should have a blood test.  They were going to work up an estimate and then let us decide.  In the meantime, they went to microchip the cats.  They took one, then the other.  We were given some forms to fill out, but we weren't sure if we were supposed to go into the waiting room or not.  So we did go into the waiting room, since we needed to fill out the forms.  We started filling them out, then a receptionist came and asked to see the forms.  She was telling us to fill them out (which we were doing) and she told us to keep this portion, give them that portion, and to keep the stickers.  Right then, the assistant came out with The Fuzz and her carrier - not The Fuzz in the carrier.  So he needed help getting her back in.  After a bit of hassle, to the audience of 2 or 3 big dogs, we got her in.  But then the assistant realized he needed to clip her front claws, so he had to take her back.  When he brought her back, in the carrier,     we told him to go ahead and draw Stinksy's blood.  No use of bringing him home and then bringing him back just for that - either way it would still cost the same.  So we have to wait to hear results tomorrow.  Fingers crossed.

So, Stinksy was brought back, and we went to check out, and another receptionist helped us.  Of course she couldn't find our account.  She asked for our microchip slips that we were supposed to keep.  I wondered why she couldn't look at the portion that I had just given the other receptionist a couple minutes before.  Anyway, she found our account and I paid the rather large bill.  Now we have to wait for a call from the vet tomorrow to see the results.  Hopefully, it's just nothing, right?

So, we went home, and Stinksy snapped out of the terrified mode within an hour,



but for The Fuzz it took a lot more time.  That's her hiding under the nightstand.



Finally, when she decided to sit on the futon between us, the FP noticed that there was like a goober on one of The Fuzz's eye.  I'm sure she was kind of dried out from the terror of the day.  So, I had to find the Hypo Tears and put some drops in her eye.  Of course we burned her trust and she ran back into the bedroom to cower.  Even now, hours later, she's still wary and tense.  Although, boy will she let her guard down a bit to get treats!  Meanwhile, Stinksy is lounged out on the futon with the FP, both of them already fast asleep at 8:31pm.....