It’s been a shitty month. Literally. Bartlett, my cat has been sick. Woke up one morning and one of his eyes was shut. Took him to the vet. It wasn’t serious — a little ulcer on his eye — something must have irritated it. 10 days of antibiotic ointment cleared it up.
However a complete examination revealed he has some kidney disease. The vet said it wasn’t that bad, changed him to a kidney diet and prescribed some pills.
In the ensuing month I have been at the vet’s every second day, including one visit to the emergency clinic. When I’m not at the vet I’m running to the grocery store every five minutes, stocking up on junk food for him, because his appetite got very bad and the vet said we need him to eat and I should forget about the healthy stuff for now.
I am also giving him anti-nausea pills, a blood pressure medication to ease the pressure on his kidneys and an appetite stimulant. That’s a lot of pills.
The “shitty month” reference is because he is now constipated and he’s needed a couple of “interventions” to help him — if you know what I mean. (apologies if its TMI for you). Common with cats with kidney problems apparently, because they tend to get dehydrated.
What can I say? Poop has become my life. I watch his every movement like a hawk — tracking, measuring, reporting.
And, as a result of this latest wrinkle, I also had to learn how to give him subcutaneous fluids by syringe plus he gets RestoraLAX sprinkled on top of two of his three meals.
Yes, I know, it sounds dire, but when he was diagnosed my vet told me his numbers weren’t that bad. We do have to figure out what combo of meds/food will keep him stable, happy and healthy, though; or at least get him as healthy as he can be. Kidney disease is common in cats — every one of mine has had it and they all did very well.
Usually I’m pretty good in stressful situations. You have to be if you’re going to work in advertising. But for some reason I’m just an absolute wreck this time. Seriously. I’m not exaggerating. It seems I may need a combo of drugs myself.
Don’t really know what’s going on with me, except this did come out of the blue and there’s been no time to even catch my breath. Constant vet visits, constant worry until I can reach the vet (because pets, like babies and old people always get sick in the middle of the night or on weekends), constantly-changing spreadsheets detailing which med is given on which day and at which time and constantly trying to stop my hand from shaking when I’m sticking the needle into him so I don’t puncture a lung or something. And to top it off, I’m worried he might be having a reaction to one of the pills.
So I suppose it’s understandable that I’m completely whacked. As a friend of mine said when she was trying to talk me off the ledge where I now find myself quite often, “Administering medical treatment is overwhelming. We aren’t medical people and we don’t have the training.”
She’s right, but let me tell you, I’m starting to get the hang of it. If you ever need fluids you know who to call — I’m becoming a maestro with the syringe.
And now, because I know you care and you’ll want to know, Bartlett just pooped! You have no idea what a big deal that is. Seriously!!!