Vet feels him up and down. No blockage in the bladder or colon, 'cause both are clear. No blood on the thermometer when he checks the temperature, so nothing (obviously) wrong in the colon. Temperature normal. Reaction to being at the vet’s, normal.
Vet suggests finding some stinky food to see if that will tempt Shiva to eat and to give it a day or two. They’ll run blood tests if he’s still not eating (and he can stand to lose about 2 pounds, anyway, the little tubster).
So I bring him home and, just to see, put his food bowl in front of him.
The nomming is DEAFENING.
Bloody cat.
Don’t you scare me like that ever again! <sniffle>
ETA: maybe I spoke too soon. He only ate about half of what was there. I swear, if this is a sudden “I’m tired of this flavour” hunger strike I’ll turn him into MITTENS.
Yup, OD on the Vitamin C for a day - I learned this living in western Africa for awhile. Chronically dehydrated, and never drinking enough water because it was hard to find non-sketchy stuff and you never know when you’re going to see another bathroom, and finding it hard to resist the lure of ice cold beer even though that only exacerbated the dehydration - UTIs were a constant problem. I had anticipated it but it only took me two months to go through the make-your-pee-orange pills I had brought along. But I could grab a pack of vitamin C pretty easily, and pop 'em all, and be fine quickly, as long as I avoided bread and things with sugar and oh, pretty much all the food that all the people around me were eating all the time.
Too late to edit. The pain of UTIs never bothered me, I can deal with that. It’s that squirmy thigh-clenching uncomfortableness that is so totally pit-worthy. I average about one a year now, which is incredible to me considering I used to consider myself lucky to only get one a month. Then I’d go get antibiotics. Then - even while consuming fucktons of natural yogurt - I’d get a yeast infection, thanks antibiotics.
So anyways, the vitamin C trick saved my sanity.
A muff would be easier to sew. I’m ready to turn my fuzzy *little darling *into a fashion accessory. She’s pooping outside of the box for no discernible reason.
My grandfather had an economics professor who figured (tongue in cheek) that his roof leak could not be fixed if it were raining, but did not need to be fixed if it were not raining.
Quote: In an extreme case, a patient with neglect might fail to eat the food on the left half of their plate, even though they complain of being hungry.
That’s our poor baby.
Hmmm, what can I rant about? I like my new work schedule… making slightly more money… beating the heat okay with our fabulous air conditioning… oh, I know. Trash! Curbside trash! In this godforsaken city, they make you put prepaid stickers on every single bag of trash you put out, and refuse to pick up/fine you for the ones you don’t. Fuck the trash collection in this city. Learn to bundle trash pickup with property taxes like a NORMAL town, you pigfucking soulsuckers. Since my roommate refuses to pay for trash pickup even though my rent is inclusive of “all utilities,” now I have to foul up my sedan to transport it to her father’s business’s dumpster. fml
And fuck the first hemorrhoid I’ve ever had in my life! You were small and short-lived, but now I officially feel that “old and decrepit” is just around the corner
To my darling husband- sending me a text at 5 am my time (2am Vegas time) saying “I hope this doesnt wake you but omf” and then not answering calls or texts when it does actually wake me means that I’m now still awake and trying to decide if you’re not dying whether I will kill you or not.
Oh, good, the debt bill passed. And student loan funding was cut. Specifically, subsidies on federal loans are gone. That’s going to cost me another $600/year on a meager grad student stipend. From my perspective, that’s equivalent to a 25% hike in income taxes on the lowest tax brackets.
Honestly I wouldn’t mind paying more, if it was distributed evenly. But instead, the US government gets to transfer some of their debt to fucking grad students.
Nice to know they managed to avoid any revenue increases. All those corporate tax shelters are intact! The top bracket gets to keep their historically low tax rates!
I don’t think so. The A/C isn’t just turning off, the thermostat is saying it has a system malfunction.
They came out again yesterday, got it working, then last night before I went to bed, system malfunction again. We’re beginning to think it might be squirrels in our porch roof that are breaking a cable. Critter Control is coming out today to look into that possibility.
I don’t mind the trash stickers. We generate a full barrel maybe once every 2 weeks or so, and I’m certainly not going to complain about slapping a $3 sticker on the uppermost bag. In other towns around here they have to buy special trash bags at $5 a pop or haul everything to the local transfer facility themselves. Now THAT I could heartily complain about!
No, I have plenty to rant about our @#(@^@@ PROPERTY TAX, which just went up another $400. Don’t get me started or I’m liable not to shut up :mad:
All the stupid bullshit nonsense at work means I’m bringing home a ton of nervous tension. I have nowhere to put it (telling my grandboss the honest truth about herself would get my ass shitcanned so fast) so I’m anxious and not sleeping well. Lack of sleep is making it hard for me to cope with all the bullshit nonsense at work.
Yay, fun! A tiny little evil vicious cycle, complete with hardcore insomnia for extra bonus points.
I haven’t slept more than about 4 or 5 hours a night in a while. I’m reaching the breaking point.
I pit myself for clicking on a link in an E-mail that had no topic, no text. Why did I do it? It was sent by the boss’s direct assistant (and wife!) to him, me, and a few other people who made for a logical grouping who might get something from her. I plugged the link into sites like Norton and McAfee to check the link - no info. I clicked, then saw a redirect starting so I closed the browser and am running a full scan. No odd behavior at least. I opened it on my iPhone browser, and it’s a redirect to a foreign “pharmacy” site.
And I pit professionals in my industry who occasionally do dumb-ass things like send attachments or links with no subject line or message, and I’m treated like I’m an idiot for thinking those are suspicious. Screw you guys for instilling enough doubt that I didn’t just delete the message.
