Just what we need...

[hippybngstockng]

We've been worrying about Buster the past few days.  He's not the healthiest thing going, and he probably came in with it, but he's got some nasty upper respiratory infection that's been going around.  Uhura, who's always been healthy as a horse, is just fine.  Buster has a high fever, isn't eating or drinking, is dehydrated and lethargic and unhappy.  The vet assures me that with persistence we can pull him through it, but it's giving uniquecrash5 and I terrible Meerkat flashbacks.  We miss our noisy little man to this day, and it's hard to see that sickly gate and weakness and have to perform similar scary duties with him.  The vet has me giving him subcutaneous fluids in order to keep him from getting too dehydrated, and I've also begun force feeding him a little bit of mushy food here and there.  He's pretty pissed at me when he can muster the energy, but I keep telling him it's for his own good, and that he should thank me because if he was still in the shelter he probably would have died by now.  He does purr when I say that, I can't help but think he's pretty smart sometimes.  I really hope he makes it, and that we don't have to hospitalize him.  The next step would be IV fluids, which if I keep up with the sub. fluid shouldn't be needed unless he can't keep food down and needs to take IV nourishment.  I am trying not to think about the debt.  Soon the end of the year will be here and I can stop worrying so much.  We're close to a good whacking of debt.  After the beginning of the year we should be able to get it down to a level where a local bank might give us some kind of consolidation loan with a lower interest rate because it wouldn't even have to be long term, or so we would hope of course. 

We've gotten stuff done around the house, and had some fun at the same time here and there.  We went to the park yesterday and played in the water sprinkler thing, and I'd done that on Friday with Velma who'd brought K's friend M, and her little friend who I will call Gotcha! because she likes to run up to you and yell "I got you!"  She's just a hair over 2 I believe, and sweet as a button. 

K has become really fond of using the word Mommy, and now it's starting to be all I hear, but I am still not sick of it.  He calls out to me and I just call back :)  We go back and forth for long periods of time sometimes- "Mommy!", "K____!", "Mommy!", "K____", well it's fun for us, okay?

I'm trying to just chill out about things lately, and I don't know whether it's working okay because I'm in a good place hormonally or not, and whether I am just setting myself up for disappointment later on.  I'm still not completely without the panic and depression stuffs, but I'm just trying to dismiss them as soon as they emerge by reminding myself it's stupid to freak out about stuff, better to deal with it. Duh.  So the kitchen is MY bitch now, not the other way around, and hopefully we can keep that going into some other rooms in the house.

Well I think I hear my song out on the front step- K suddenly showed interest in the stroller and looked like he might fall asleep so they were walking, but I hear crying now so that must have turned out to be a false alarm.  I think we need to eat.

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[darqstar.livejournal.com]

Uhm... I don't know if a vet would approve of this method or not...but when my cat Morphia got sick and refused to drink, I was soaking cotton balls with water and oozing it down her throat. (Stupid vet's office didn't open until 9:00, it was midnight and the vet on call refused to come in, even though it was obvious Morphia was a very sick kitten. The next day, a different vet told me if I hadn't forced her to drink water, she probably would have died...) Once she got some water in her throat, she'd often go and drink. It was like she needed a reminder.

Cats are weird creatures as in often they won't do the one thing they should do when they are sick, which is to drink. Sometimes you need to remind them that water is good.

As for food, I often found that tunafish is a great incentive to get cats that won't eat to eat something. If that doesn't work, you might want to try meat babyfood, like veal or chicken. Sometimes it can help if you put some on your fingers and let the cat lick it off. I once smeered some on a cat's paws when he wouldn't eat. He licked off his paws and looked a whole lot better for it. *Wry grin*

I'll say a prayer for your cat. Cats are funny creatures. They can get sooo sick and then pull through just fine. I hope that's the case with your cat and that in a couple days you'll be telling us all how he's bouncing through the house like nothing happened.

[hippybngstockng.livejournal.com]

The vet assured me that they do seem to be pretty darn sick before they get better, and that if I am persistent he should be turning around in about 4 days or so. His hydration level is better, so I'm not trying to force him to drink since he does get up every now and then and has a sip or two himself. He's actually snoozing close to the water dish and I think it's to keep me off his back about it :) Every time I move him somewhere else (since it also puts him smack in the traffic path for the kitchen) he slowly makes him way back there.

I might try the cotton ball method as well the next time I feed him. He's actually been a sport about the feeding pretty well, he just growls a little and half heartedly fights. "Oh no, don't spoon feed me tasty food, you bitch!" He tolerates it like the lady that doth protest too much :) I have faith in him to get better, just not faith in myself to stay calm about it since it brings back bad memories is all.

And prayers are appreciated! Thank you!

[dartfaerie.livejournal.com]

I'm still not completely without the panic and depression stuffs, but I'm just trying to dismiss them as soon as they emerge by reminding myself it's stupid to freak out about stuff, better to deal with it. Duh.

So true. I have to remind myself of the same thing, when I feel that all-to-familiar heart-racing freak out coming on. It's either a big enough deal to tackle and get done, or it can fucking wait. But it's not worth getting hysterical over. It feels good to be in charge of your own emotions, instead of living in fear of them huh? *hug*

I hope Buster gets better soon. *worry* And I am very glad that K is calling you mommy :) Very cool. :)