4
August
2007
Well, it’s been a week since we brought Pidden home and she has shown a lot of improvement. She’s been munching on her food, jumping up on the bookshelf, and getting lots of love from me. She even woke me up last night to get some love. She hasn’t done that in a long time.
We took her in for a check up on Tuesday and we found out that she is cancer free! Also, she gained a half of a pound! Soon she’ll be just as plump as she was before!
She still doesn’t like to be fed but Kyle and I no longer care. We just feed her and she has to deal with it.
We have to take her in again next Tuesday so they can test her blood again. If her billirubin count is down then that means her liver is starting to heal.
Well, that’s about it for updates. We’ll know more after her next appointment.
Posted: pidden
4
August
2007
Yesterday was the first day we had Pidden home for a whole day. It was pretty tough on us. We fed her at 10 a.m., 3 p.m., 8 p.m. and 12:30 a.m. Believe me, the time between the feedings goes by very quickly. We’ll feed her and then in no time we are back in the kitchen blending rabbit and pea food in our blender and crushing up medicine. It’s quite exhausting. Pidden is getting a little more used to it, but she still tries to worm her way out of it. The worst is when she whines. It’s as if she knows that it makes me sad and I want to let her go.
Yesterday was bad. She barely even moved. She just stared listlessly into space. I think it was the pain meds.
I’ve been monitering her pretty closely and I really don’t think she has slept since we brought her home. It’s almost as though she is emotional distraught and can’t sleep. I say this because I’ve caught her slowly nodding off, and then suddenly opening her eyes wide, as if to ward off sleep. I left a message at the vet at 4:30 this morning to ask if her insomnia is due to the medications and if there is anything I can do. I know that cats sleep an average of 20 hours a day so this can’t be good.
I woke around 4 this morning and quickly went to Piddy’s litterbox to see if she had been busy while I was sleeping. I was so happy to see that, yes, she was quite busy! It’s the first time she has really pooped in I don’t know how long! I was so excited, I wanted to take a picture! (I restrained myself though).
This morning she also jumped up on my lap for about 30 minutes and then jumped up to her spot on the couch. She is definitely showing signs of progress. Although right now she doesn’t look too happy. Probably because we just fed her the most we’ve fed her yet (60 ml). Plus, she has been munching on her dry food every now and then, so I think she is really full.
Posted: pidden
4
August
2007
It's crazy how sudden things can go downhill. I don't know what I've been doing wrong, but it seems as though this year I am receiving a lifetime's worth of karmic retribution. The most recent bad news that has been dumped on me is that my precious baby is sick.
I've never worried about Pidden's health before. She has been painstakingly spoiled ever since I got her. Nevertheless she got very sick. She wasn't eating or pooping very much for a few weeks, but her behavior was relatively normal so I didn't think much of it. But I soon realized that she basically stopped eating and pooping altoghether and finally, when she woke me up in the middle of the night "meowling" I decided that it was time for her to see the vet.
I soon discovered that this the best idea I ever had. After having blood tests, an ultra-sound, and a biopsy, Piddy was diagnosed with inflammatory bowel disease and fatty liver disease. These diseases are treatable, as long as the treatment is aggressive and early on. Along with taking 5 medications (2 antibiotics, 1 pain killer, 1 supplement, and 1 anti-depressant), we have to feed her four times a day through a feeding tube.
This feat has proved to be quite difficult, as Pidden hates it and Kyle and I are nervous and inexperienced. I suppose after some practice we will get the hang of it.
I'm just happy that she is home where she belongs. She (obviously) isn't her normal self yet. She pretty much just sits and stares, although she doesn't object to a nice face scratch every now and then. She hasn't been sleeping, but I attribute that to her medications as well as the two days worth of trauma in the hospital. I'll keep updating this as things (hopefully) improve. I hope I can post some not-so-pathetic pictures.
Posted: pidden
4
August
2007
June 18th was Paul McCartney’s birthday. It was also mine. Kyle took me to San Francisco to celebrate. We took BART into the city. It only took about 40 minutes and our hotel was only a few blocks away from the Powell Street station. The hotel was wonderful. It had a pretty nice view, a mini fridge stocked with soda and booze, and a drawer filled with snacks. Although we didn’t actually eat or drink anything (as everything was priced over $5), it was fun knowing that we could if we wanted to.
We went to dinner at an all vegetarian Vietnamese restaurant. It was nice knowing that I could eat anything on the menu, rather than having to sift through the menu looking for veg or possible veg items. Everything was delicious. After dinner we had tickets to see Pablo Francisco. Google maps showed that the comedy club was only a mile away from the hotel, so we decided to walk. Unfortunately, Google maps does not account for giant fucking hills. It took us about an hour to walk one mile because the hill was about a 90 degree incline. Going downhill was just as bad because I had to take tiny steps so I wouldn’t tumble down the hill to my death. Everest shmeverest.
Pablo was great, and the drinks were too. We hiked our fat asses back to our hotel and I decided I was done for the night. We wanted snacks though, and it was too late for room service so Kyle went out to find something greasy for us to eat. Apparently while Kyle was in a convient store some people mistook him for a member of the KKK. He quickly took his services elsewhere. He dodged a few drug dealers and passed a few titty bars and came back with pizza, Guiness and Ben and Jerry’s “Chubby Hubby.” We watched America’s Funniest Home Videos and Seinfeld. I was smitten.
The next day we had a greasy breakfast and walked around Union Square. I drooled over some overpriced bags made by 8 year olds in East Asia and then we took BART back home.
The trip was wonderful. When we got home we got Chinese take out and played Wario Ware.
My actual birthday was on Monday and my mom was nice enough to take me to Calistoga. We had a great time. I had a facial and my mom did a mineral bath and massage. I didn’t do the mud bath thing because I didn’t want to partake in the all day nude-fest, which is really what a mud bath is.
We came home the next day and made stuffed bell peppers and mashed potatoes. We played Wii Sports and Wario Ware (my mom played too! and she kicked my ass at bowling).
I was bummed to go back to work but we had pizza during our meeting for my birthday! I also got some pretty cool gifts. My friend Jenn gave me a book that gives a walking tour of Bath, Jane Austen’s old stomping ground. Hopefully I’ll be able to put that book to use!
So yes, I know that I’m spoiled. I had a wonderful birthday week!
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