Poo update: (this part is from the end of yesterday’s entry, in case you didn’t go back and check): Update 1:00 pm: I talked to the vet, and Miz Poo will be fine. He didn’t find any string in her intestines, though – what he found was a partial blockage at the top of her colon, where the intestines dump into the colon. There was a lot of fur and “matter”, and apparently the appendix (which isn’t called the appendix in cats, but it’s much the same) was impacted, so he did a partial appendectomy and removed all the hair and stuff, and he feels that she’ll be fine. He thinks that the pain of that partial blockage may be what was making her vomit, and she’s got a long incision that will be tender for a while, but he’s pretty sure she’ll be okay.
And today: Fred talked to the vet earlier, who said that Miz Poo is doing just fine. She’s alert and looking around, watching to see what’s going on, which is her natural nosiness coming out I’m sure. He wants to keep her another night so they can keep an eye on her and be sure she gets plenty of fluids and also be sure that she starts drinking water. The house will be empty for another night – when you’re used to having a portly Poo tromp all over you through the night, not having her do so is weird, believe me – but it’ll be worth it if it helps her heal.
I have no idea whether there’ll be an entry tomorrow – it’s going to depend on Miz Poo. If she just wants to be left alone to sleep, I’ll leave her alone, but if she wants to lay on me, I’ll lay on the couch with her ’til the cows come home, which isn’t terribly conducive to entry writing. So there might be an entry tomorrow, and there might not. We’ll just have to wait and see!
Thanks again for all your good thoughts and kind emails, y’all. I truly appreciate them!
* * *
So, after a night spent without Miz Poo jumping across me, snuggling up with me, or occasionally smacking me with her paw to get me to roll over, I woke up and popped in my contacts. My left eye seemed a little troublesome, but I ignored it and came downstairs to get my exercise done and out of the way. After about two minutes on the stationary bike, I decided I wasn’t in the mood for the bike today, and came back inside.
Yes, bad. Spank me?
I hung around, responding to email, reading a book, making the bed, and finally taking my shower. I had a 9:30 hair appointment, and wanted to leave the house by 9:15. It doesn’t taken 15 minutes to get there, but since I haven’t been on time for a hair appointment in two years – I’m usually about 5 minutes late – I thought I’d show up early and surprise her. I was heading downstairs at 9:12 when the phone rang.
“Hi, mom,” said the spud. “Can you come get me? I don’t feel well.”
So I raced to the school to pick her up, asked her how she didn’t feel well (stomach hurts, earache, throat hurts, stuffy nose), dropped her off, told her to take Tylenol and go to bed, told her that my cellphone would be off, to call Fred if she had any problems, and raced to my hair appointment, getting there about two minutes late.
I was absolutely miserable the whole time I was having my hair done, because my FRIGGIN’ eye was driving me nuts. It had gotten redder and blurrier, and I kept putting drops in my eye, but that was only helping for a few minutes each time. Finally, my hair was done – I had it relayered, but kept the length, but I’m not showing you a picture, because the ones I took didn’t come out well, and I look like a dork in my glasses – and so I ran to the movie store (SwimFan, White Oleander, and Mulholland Drive), ran to the grocery store, and now I’m home. Wearing my glasses. Which I hate.
I wouldn’t be surprised if stress didn’t bring on the conjunctivitis, I really wouldn’t. And I hate my glasses (have I mentioned?) and need new ones, but we’ll be paying an arm and a leg for Miz Poo’s surgery (well, maybe just an arm – but it’s worth it for my baby!), so I’ll wait a while before I worry about getting new glasses.
So, there. That’s my day so far. I believe I’m going to go have lunch now, so y’all have a good one!
* * *
Oh, but before I go, I should mention that 7 years ago, Fred and I met online. 7 years! I can’t believe it’s been so long. Happy anniversary, baby!
(Y’all can read some mush in the two years ago entry,
here. Lucky for me, it all still holds true!)]]>