kitty mojo needed
Jul. 9th, 2015 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelLoki (new kitten) is sick.
So a bit over a week ago he started getting clavamox (antibiotic) because he had some sort of upper respiratory sniffly-sneezy thing. Saturday morning he threw up, but then later was back to his kittenish self. He then threw up again Sunday night (possibly a result of clavamox on empty stomach) and refused to eat or drink.
Took him to the vet Monday afternoon: dehydrated, constipated, possibly nauseous from the Clavamox. They gave him subcutaneous fluids and gave us a bag to keep fluiding him with; he did poop while we were there (I suspect because temp-taking both stimulated and lubed the relevant area) and it was large for a tiny kitty and very hard, and not all of what was in there. Also switched antibiotics from clavamox to amoxicillin, and added a probiotic.
Since that time he has not eaten voluntarily (roommate has getting small amounts of food in via syringe force-feeding) but is drinking (and we are still supplementing with subq fluids to keep hydrated); he is sometimes alert (when not sleeping) but not very active for the most part; he did get some more poop out (courtesy of a small enema, which the vet suggested in favor of miralax) but nothing beyond that; he is peeing voluntarily though. And his nose is still congested with the upper respiratory thing that the abx were supposed to help with, except instead of a runny nose that makes him sneeze sometimes, it seems to be totally stopped up, and (per vet rec) we tried using a saline mist to try and get that unclogged.
We talked with the vet yesterday when we were there for Monkey's post-tooth-extraction checkup (she's in good shape), except the vet we talked to hadn't seen Loki so was just going off the chart and was kind of smug and holier-than-thou and not very helpful. She said the main problem was that the upper respiratory thing was keeping him from smelling food so he had no appetite, hence the saline mist, and kinda had an attitude that made me want to punch her inna face.
Mind you, at this point both my roommate and I are complete wrecks from stress and from freaking out over sick kitty, and my roommate is getting about 2 hrs sleep a night because kitten keeps falling off things or wheezing or making odd noises, and I -- even without the sleep issues -- am having random-ass crying breakdowns and outfreakings.
So today, when he still hadn't eaten any of the food that's out and hadn't pooped (but had peed) and was generally still being sick kitty, I decided to take him into the teaching hospital here. (He's technically roommate's cat but she's working and also having pain issues and also very much in "fuck the world and everything in it" mode, so she gave me permission to do what I want with him.)
They said he was definitely still dehydrated (despite subq and drinking) and definitely still constipated, plus his temp was a little low (97.6, where normal is 100ish) and his kidneys felt large. They admitted him for IV fluids and for tests -- blood and urine tests, xray or ultrasound as needed, etc -- and will be calling later with results.
I ... am not dealing well with this. I keep thinking we'll wake up to dead kitten or something. I want to believe he’s just going to bounce back and be his normal self in a few days, but I’ve been thinking that for a few days and it keeps not happening and I'm scared and I'm stressed and I want to just break down crying but I can't afford to, and I can't rely on my roommate for support because she's in worse shape, and I don’t know how to make her feel better or make the kitten better, and I'm furious at the universe for doing this to us (especially since both my roommate and I felt the "omg need this particular kitten" vibe with him, and it feels kind of like the universe told us to get him and then went "lol jk no kitten for you", even though I know he's not dead yet, but it's not looking good, and kitten mortality is pretty high) and furious at myself for encouraging her to get the kitten (it was her choice but I fanned the flames because it felt like the right thing to do) and irrationally furious at the vet office for not being able to fix it or even know what's wrong, and I don't deal with anger well and it tends to turn inward to self-hate or else change into flaily panic, and I don’t know what to do
::breathes::
and the best part is that my roommate can't afford the emergency treatment (it will run at least $1200-$1500), and I sort of can but on the heels of Monkey's teeth stuff I sort of can't, and I want to set up a GoFundMe -- it would have to be in her name because of the stupid restrictions on income and assets that I have in order to receive services like my aides -- but kind of feel awkward about it because money grabs are annoying and also why ask people to pay for vet care for a fucking kitten that we've had less than two weeks when there are people doing GFMs for their own medical bills or for getting out of abusive situations or other things that have higher priority
and hi I'm crying again
teal dear: kitten is sick and in hospital, I am an utter mess, and everything sucks.
ETA Update: He is better hydrated but hasn’t really perked up, and kidney stuff is elevated, so they want to keep him overnight. They will only call again tonight if something goes wrong, so hopefully I won’t hear until tomorrow. Payment estimate is up to $3k.
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(and apparently the 100% mink yarn I got at Stitches West might not actually have any mink whatsoever -- it's unclear whether that applies to all the yarn ever sold under that line or whether some is mink and some isn't -- and I'm not going to return it because I would have to mail it back, and anyway you don't get a *refund*, you get a credit for one of their other yarns. And sometimes I tell myself that the yarn is still worth having, it’s still soft and sleek and pettable, and I don’t have allergy issues to worry about, and it’s a nice gradient of greys that will make a nice cowl-or-whatever, and then I wonder why I'm talking myself out of being angr, except that this is not a good time to have yarn stress)
(wtf, universe)
So a bit over a week ago he started getting clavamox (antibiotic) because he had some sort of upper respiratory sniffly-sneezy thing. Saturday morning he threw up, but then later was back to his kittenish self. He then threw up again Sunday night (possibly a result of clavamox on empty stomach) and refused to eat or drink.
Took him to the vet Monday afternoon: dehydrated, constipated, possibly nauseous from the Clavamox. They gave him subcutaneous fluids and gave us a bag to keep fluiding him with; he did poop while we were there (I suspect because temp-taking both stimulated and lubed the relevant area) and it was large for a tiny kitty and very hard, and not all of what was in there. Also switched antibiotics from clavamox to amoxicillin, and added a probiotic.
Since that time he has not eaten voluntarily (roommate has getting small amounts of food in via syringe force-feeding) but is drinking (and we are still supplementing with subq fluids to keep hydrated); he is sometimes alert (when not sleeping) but not very active for the most part; he did get some more poop out (courtesy of a small enema, which the vet suggested in favor of miralax) but nothing beyond that; he is peeing voluntarily though. And his nose is still congested with the upper respiratory thing that the abx were supposed to help with, except instead of a runny nose that makes him sneeze sometimes, it seems to be totally stopped up, and (per vet rec) we tried using a saline mist to try and get that unclogged.
We talked with the vet yesterday when we were there for Monkey's post-tooth-extraction checkup (she's in good shape), except the vet we talked to hadn't seen Loki so was just going off the chart and was kind of smug and holier-than-thou and not very helpful. She said the main problem was that the upper respiratory thing was keeping him from smelling food so he had no appetite, hence the saline mist, and kinda had an attitude that made me want to punch her inna face.
Mind you, at this point both my roommate and I are complete wrecks from stress and from freaking out over sick kitty, and my roommate is getting about 2 hrs sleep a night because kitten keeps falling off things or wheezing or making odd noises, and I -- even without the sleep issues -- am having random-ass crying breakdowns and outfreakings.
So today, when he still hadn't eaten any of the food that's out and hadn't pooped (but had peed) and was generally still being sick kitty, I decided to take him into the teaching hospital here. (He's technically roommate's cat but she's working and also having pain issues and also very much in "fuck the world and everything in it" mode, so she gave me permission to do what I want with him.)
They said he was definitely still dehydrated (despite subq and drinking) and definitely still constipated, plus his temp was a little low (97.6, where normal is 100ish) and his kidneys felt large. They admitted him for IV fluids and for tests -- blood and urine tests, xray or ultrasound as needed, etc -- and will be calling later with results.
I ... am not dealing well with this. I keep thinking we'll wake up to dead kitten or something. I want to believe he’s just going to bounce back and be his normal self in a few days, but I’ve been thinking that for a few days and it keeps not happening and I'm scared and I'm stressed and I want to just break down crying but I can't afford to, and I can't rely on my roommate for support because she's in worse shape, and I don’t know how to make her feel better or make the kitten better, and I'm furious at the universe for doing this to us (especially since both my roommate and I felt the "omg need this particular kitten" vibe with him, and it feels kind of like the universe told us to get him and then went "lol jk no kitten for you", even though I know he's not dead yet, but it's not looking good, and kitten mortality is pretty high) and furious at myself for encouraging her to get the kitten (it was her choice but I fanned the flames because it felt like the right thing to do) and irrationally furious at the vet office for not being able to fix it or even know what's wrong, and I don't deal with anger well and it tends to turn inward to self-hate or else change into flaily panic, and I don’t know what to do
::breathes::
and the best part is that my roommate can't afford the emergency treatment (it will run at least $1200-$1500), and I sort of can but on the heels of Monkey's teeth stuff I sort of can't, and I want to set up a GoFundMe -- it would have to be in her name because of the stupid restrictions on income and assets that I have in order to receive services like my aides -- but kind of feel awkward about it because money grabs are annoying and also why ask people to pay for vet care for a fucking kitten that we've had less than two weeks when there are people doing GFMs for their own medical bills or for getting out of abusive situations or other things that have higher priority
and hi I'm crying again
teal dear: kitten is sick and in hospital, I am an utter mess, and everything sucks.
ETA Update: He is better hydrated but hasn’t really perked up, and kidney stuff is elevated, so they want to keep him overnight. They will only call again tonight if something goes wrong, so hopefully I won’t hear until tomorrow. Payment estimate is up to $3k.
-
(and apparently the 100% mink yarn I got at Stitches West might not actually have any mink whatsoever -- it's unclear whether that applies to all the yarn ever sold under that line or whether some is mink and some isn't -- and I'm not going to return it because I would have to mail it back, and anyway you don't get a *refund*, you get a credit for one of their other yarns. And sometimes I tell myself that the yarn is still worth having, it’s still soft and sleek and pettable, and I don’t have allergy issues to worry about, and it’s a nice gradient of greys that will make a nice cowl-or-whatever, and then I wonder why I'm talking myself out of being angr, except that this is not a good time to have yarn stress)
(wtf, universe)