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anaisninjaIt's been a goddamn week.
Started last Sunday, which was a rough week already. Got my dumb ass footed by one of the rehab hawks, clawed up both of my hands real good. As deep as some of the punctures were, I knew shit was gonna get infected with the quickness without antibiotics, so I skipped tf out of work early and got my ass to the urgent care clinic on the island.
I start explaining what happened to the woman at the desk, and she's like "So do you have your workman's comp number?" and I'm like "uhhhhh" so my dumb ass has to call work to see what to do. J doesn't have any more of a clue than I do, has to call B (exactly what I didn't want to have happen), his take is for me to just pay for it and deal with the charges through workman's comp later. I'm not waiting for them to straighten shit out when I've got a giant puncture wound. Lady at the desk is like, I won't tell if you don't tell, so. I pulled a cat bite out of my ass to get in the door so I could get some goddamn antibiotics. Not my proudest moment, but nobody's gonna believe I got attacked by a hawk unless it's my goddamn job. And my job can't get its act together enough to do the workman's comp thing right. Fuck it.
Got in and out of the clinic in record time, just about an hour. Got in and out of the pharmacy in record time, like ten minutes. So that was a bit of luck there. God my hands were a painful ass mess. I knew I wasn't going to be able to fill out paperwork since my right hand wouldn't stop bleeding. And come Monday, nobody gave me any paperwork to fill out for an accident report anyway. I got a text message from the insurance company later that afternoon, and that was it. No phone call or nothing. Weird.
Whole week ended up being situations of stress resolving themselves relatively quickly. Saw the hematologist to get my blood work back, things are stable and looking decent. I asked if I could go 6 months between blood work, and doc was cool with that.
Took Mizu in for their first oil change since I got them, which I knew they definitely needed since the dash was informing me that maintenance was needed soon. Took it to the Toyota dealership since I'm now terrified of taking it to a regular oil change place and having them overfill it or otherwise fuck something up in it. And they got it done fast for pretty fair price. I was told all the fluids looked good, and things generally looked fine. Nobody tried to sell me up for anything. That was a nice surprise.
Hardest situation was Qua not eating his crunchy food since the start of the week, and not eating his wet food at all Wednesday night. Bit the bullet and took him to urgent care after work Thursday, vowing I would absolutely take him home for at least a night if things were dire. The techs and vet recognized me from last time when I had brought poor Ish in, and they were extra kind to me.
I said Qua had stopped eating the beginning of this week, was still using the litter box, not vomiting, and prone to kidney problems according to the genetic test my regular vet. They did his blood work, good news, his kidney values were looking great. Not so great news, something has his liver upset, values just bumped out of normal range into the high zone. They got him some SQ fluids and B vitamins, and sent me home with some ointment to rub in his ears that is supposed to help stimulate his appetite, some anti-nausea meds that he took exactly once and has not been okay with since, and the name of a couple OTC supplements that are good for the liver.
I ordered those on chewy as soon as I got home, got Qua settled in and went back out to grab some kitty groceries. I bought a bunch of tasty blob fuel and pill pockets at PetSmart, and when I got them home, Qua was waaaaaaay more interested in the pill pockets than I'd ever seen him in any treat before. Decided I would just feed him a bunch to get him used to taking them.
Pit of despair when I got the pills in Saturday, and they were fucking huge. Way too big to fit into pockets. At least one of them was way bigger than I could reasonably get down Qua in one go. Urgent vet sent me home with a bunch of syringes and had recommended grinding up the meds, suspending them in liquid, and administering them that way. So I gave that a try. It was a lot. I did give it a try, and was not successful; Qua spit up most of it and hid under the bed for most of the afternoon. I tried mixing one of the powdered pills in with food, just to see if it wasn't too bad, but that was a big thumbs down too.
Made another trip to PetSmart for a pill pusher, and damn it all, it was made for dogs. I decided to wait until Sunday morning to try getting meds into my guy since I'd already traumatized him this morning. This damn pusher was so large that the one pill I wanted to get into Qua got stuck in the tip. Pit. Of. Despair.
I was going on about my hump of trouble and sack of woe to my osprey homie K, and she suggested cutting the pills into smaller pieces and putting those into the pill pockets. When she got her tonsils out, she cut her meds into pieces and snuck them into her applesauce lol. I thought that sounded like a good idea, so once I got out of work, I picked up a pill cutter at the drug store. Cut the smaller of the pills into quarters, pressed them into the pockets and said a little prayer.
Finally hit some luck when Qua scarfed down three, then all four of the pill pockets! I was so grateful I wanted to cry. Texted K thanking her for the advice. I don't know if I'll keep getting lucky with this approach, but for right now, for today, I am happy I got some medicine in him. I think I'm starting to understand what one day at a time really feels like. I don't know how fast liver problems progress, but in the meantime, I'm going to spoil the fuck out of my little man as much as I can. <3<3<3<3<3
Started last Sunday, which was a rough week already. Got my dumb ass footed by one of the rehab hawks, clawed up both of my hands real good. As deep as some of the punctures were, I knew shit was gonna get infected with the quickness without antibiotics, so I skipped tf out of work early and got my ass to the urgent care clinic on the island.
I start explaining what happened to the woman at the desk, and she's like "So do you have your workman's comp number?" and I'm like "uhhhhh" so my dumb ass has to call work to see what to do. J doesn't have any more of a clue than I do, has to call B (exactly what I didn't want to have happen), his take is for me to just pay for it and deal with the charges through workman's comp later. I'm not waiting for them to straighten shit out when I've got a giant puncture wound. Lady at the desk is like, I won't tell if you don't tell, so. I pulled a cat bite out of my ass to get in the door so I could get some goddamn antibiotics. Not my proudest moment, but nobody's gonna believe I got attacked by a hawk unless it's my goddamn job. And my job can't get its act together enough to do the workman's comp thing right. Fuck it.
Got in and out of the clinic in record time, just about an hour. Got in and out of the pharmacy in record time, like ten minutes. So that was a bit of luck there. God my hands were a painful ass mess. I knew I wasn't going to be able to fill out paperwork since my right hand wouldn't stop bleeding. And come Monday, nobody gave me any paperwork to fill out for an accident report anyway. I got a text message from the insurance company later that afternoon, and that was it. No phone call or nothing. Weird.
Whole week ended up being situations of stress resolving themselves relatively quickly. Saw the hematologist to get my blood work back, things are stable and looking decent. I asked if I could go 6 months between blood work, and doc was cool with that.
Took Mizu in for their first oil change since I got them, which I knew they definitely needed since the dash was informing me that maintenance was needed soon. Took it to the Toyota dealership since I'm now terrified of taking it to a regular oil change place and having them overfill it or otherwise fuck something up in it. And they got it done fast for pretty fair price. I was told all the fluids looked good, and things generally looked fine. Nobody tried to sell me up for anything. That was a nice surprise.
Hardest situation was Qua not eating his crunchy food since the start of the week, and not eating his wet food at all Wednesday night. Bit the bullet and took him to urgent care after work Thursday, vowing I would absolutely take him home for at least a night if things were dire. The techs and vet recognized me from last time when I had brought poor Ish in, and they were extra kind to me.
I said Qua had stopped eating the beginning of this week, was still using the litter box, not vomiting, and prone to kidney problems according to the genetic test my regular vet. They did his blood work, good news, his kidney values were looking great. Not so great news, something has his liver upset, values just bumped out of normal range into the high zone. They got him some SQ fluids and B vitamins, and sent me home with some ointment to rub in his ears that is supposed to help stimulate his appetite, some anti-nausea meds that he took exactly once and has not been okay with since, and the name of a couple OTC supplements that are good for the liver.
I ordered those on chewy as soon as I got home, got Qua settled in and went back out to grab some kitty groceries. I bought a bunch of tasty blob fuel and pill pockets at PetSmart, and when I got them home, Qua was waaaaaaay more interested in the pill pockets than I'd ever seen him in any treat before. Decided I would just feed him a bunch to get him used to taking them.
Pit of despair when I got the pills in Saturday, and they were fucking huge. Way too big to fit into pockets. At least one of them was way bigger than I could reasonably get down Qua in one go. Urgent vet sent me home with a bunch of syringes and had recommended grinding up the meds, suspending them in liquid, and administering them that way. So I gave that a try. It was a lot. I did give it a try, and was not successful; Qua spit up most of it and hid under the bed for most of the afternoon. I tried mixing one of the powdered pills in with food, just to see if it wasn't too bad, but that was a big thumbs down too.
Made another trip to PetSmart for a pill pusher, and damn it all, it was made for dogs. I decided to wait until Sunday morning to try getting meds into my guy since I'd already traumatized him this morning. This damn pusher was so large that the one pill I wanted to get into Qua got stuck in the tip. Pit. Of. Despair.
I was going on about my hump of trouble and sack of woe to my osprey homie K, and she suggested cutting the pills into smaller pieces and putting those into the pill pockets. When she got her tonsils out, she cut her meds into pieces and snuck them into her applesauce lol. I thought that sounded like a good idea, so once I got out of work, I picked up a pill cutter at the drug store. Cut the smaller of the pills into quarters, pressed them into the pockets and said a little prayer.
Finally hit some luck when Qua scarfed down three, then all four of the pill pockets! I was so grateful I wanted to cry. Texted K thanking her for the advice. I don't know if I'll keep getting lucky with this approach, but for right now, for today, I am happy I got some medicine in him. I think I'm starting to understand what one day at a time really feels like. I don't know how fast liver problems progress, but in the meantime, I'm going to spoil the fuck out of my little man as much as I can. <3<3<3<3<3
