trip to the vet, day 3

well, you guessed it. No, I didn't eat...well not much and Yes, I went back to the vet. I got more fluids and this time I got the wonderful pain shot that lasts for 3 days. Mom & Daddy thought that maybe I needed a little extra help.

I'm liking it a lot, so far. Mom says daddy should be home soon. He's been gone, so mom has been running me to the vet every day.
I know she doesn't like having to take me anymore than I like going, but I still like her to know that I don't like that car ride.

Now, don't think that I didn't attempt to eat today, I did eat a little bit of chicken...at least I made it look like I did and I did eat some of the treats that mom left me before she left this morning.

I'm down to 10.75 lbs, so I guess I better start eating huh?
Maybe I just miss daddy, maybe they never thought of that.

trip to the vet, day 2

Today was pretty much like every other day. I go to my penthouse for the day, get my food and peace & quiet. But today I was in there a lot longer than normal. Then mom comes thru the door and instead of calling me to the door to let me out, she shut herself in there with me. I heard her talking, but not to me. Then she scooped me up and tossed me in that carrier again. I should've know there was a reason it was in my Penthouse.

Next thing I know, we're in the car and off to that place again.
The only difference is tonight I just got fluids. I don't mind those so much 'cause they make me feel good.

All this happened tonight because mom talked to the vet today. My blood work came back, basically all normal. At least for me, my levels were all good. They didn't check the pancreatic levels 'cause they know they're always up. Anyway, the only thing that showed up is that I was dehydrated, so the vet told mom that if she needed to she could bring me in daily until I get back to normal.
Now, I really don't need anyone putting that in her head, but there it is. But, I also didn't eat a whole lot today, so I guess mom thought it would be a good idea to get me fluids.

There must be something to it, 'cause not long after we got home, I was fussing for something to eat. I still haven't really eaten (that mom can tell), but at least I'm acting like I'm interested in food. I guess I better eat tonight & tomorrow unless I want to know for another car ride.

back to the vet

Well, it's that time again. So much for doing pretty good.
I mean, I'm not terrible, but mom & dad would be happier if I would eat more.

Mom came home yesterday, threw me in that carrier (not really) and off we went. We waited for what seemed like forever, but finally, they came in & grabbed me. They weighed me, I was down to 11 lbs, as mom figured. When daddy weighed me on Sunday, I had lost 11 oz since last Sunday. Just because I haven't eaten for a few days.

So, after that, they poked me, grabbed some blood, gave me fluids then tried to shave some of my mats. I guess they did a pretty good job 'cause my behind is quite cold! But I let them know when I had enough.

So when we got home, mom gave me yet another pill. She said it was Flagyl & it was supposed to help my little problem. *whispers* I have some diarrhea. *blushes from embarrassment that mom is making me tell that*

So, that's that. Well, not really. I didn't eat a lot overnight again. Mom let me lay on her lap this morning then said, ok...let's go. I guess that means I have to go to my "penthouse" for the day. I get to stay in a room by myself, no youngsters messing with me. I have a tv, bed, my own litter box and my food and water. I guess I really have nothing to complain about huh?

Thought I'd let you know what was up with me. Maybe later I'll post a picture of my shaved body. MOL

more Chip chat

Oh yeah, one thing I forgot, I think....I got this shot for pain (for my arthritis) that lasts for 3 days. man, I don't know what's in that, but I've been feeling great. I've been on top of the tower behind daddy's chair the past 2 mornings when he comes downstairs instead of in my Morgan's bed, as usual. And last night, I laid on daddy's chair with him and squirmed and snuggled and didn't fuss as I usually do.

Mom and dad are happy that I'm feeling good. I know it makes them feel bad that I wasn't feeling good...but just couldn't tell them.

long time, no chat!

no news is good news, right?

Well, that's kind of what it's like here. I've been keeping my weight pretty steady, with the help of some great food choices by daddy. I am just under 12 lbs. For a 16 year old kitty with the issues I've had, I'd say that's pretty good.

Lately, I've been going to the vet every few weeks for fluids, to make me feel better and to keep me eating pretty regular. It's not too bad, other than the dreaded car ride there & back.

Momma & daddy have been noticing lately that I limp a bit more than I used to. Yeah, it's the ol' arthritis and being 16, that's nothing new. So, today momma comes home and off to the v*t we go again. This time, not just for fluids. The doc checked me out and talked to momma & daddy about pain meds and some anti-inflammatory drugs to help me out. Also, they thought they would try to shave me. The nerve of them. Ok, so I really don't groom myself anymore and my fur is really matted. But, I'm ok with it, I think it's just the humans that it bugs (mainly momma).

It was kind of like going to the kitty spa, only I really didn't enjoy it. I did, however, enjoy the pain meds they gave me. They don't knock me out or anything, but they keep me feeling pretty good.

That's my story of how I'm feeling, how I'm doing.

Thanks for checking out my story!

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Nothing has really changed. oh wait, I did gain 4 oz. this week, yay me! But, I'm still eating well, I feel pretty good...

So, the v*t called tonight & talked to daddy. As expected, since I'm not symptomatic, we aren't going to change anything we're doing now. Whew, that's a relief. I take enough meds, I don't want any more. They said that 31 is a high level and could possibly indicate a tumor, but Dr. J. thinks that if that were the case, I wouldn't be doing as well as I am.

Well, just wanted to let you know what we found. It's not much, but that's ok....we like it that way!

Bloodwork, again!

well, as is usually the case, I was just minding my own business the other day when suddenly I was scooped up & dumped in a carrier. Ok, well maybe not literally, but I might as well have been. Daddy put me in the carrier, then in the car and off to the v*t we went. You know, I don't often like riding in the car anyway, especially knowing what they would be doing to me. I "yelled" HELLO all the way there. That's not really what I was saying, but those humans think that's what it sounds like and keeping saying hello back to me.

Anyway, once we got to the v*t, mom was telling stories about me, how I move and how I peed I on her *hides head* not once, but twice. Hey, I didn't mean to. So, they took me back and stabbed me, stretched me out, did some other stuff that I can't even speak of and then brought me back to mom & dad like nothing ever happened.

Once we got back home, everything was back to normal, but waiting for the results. This was on Tuesday, so yesterday, our favorite vet tech called Mom and said all the results looked good except for my pancreas levels. She started out by saying, well the high end is 5.0 but it came back 31. WHAT?!?!
So, they all thought, well the lab must've just forgot to put a decimal point in there meaning 3.1, not 31. So they re-ran the test and called mom today. Guess what, 31 was NOT a mistake, it's the right number.

So....I've got everyone guessing what this actually means. The v*t is going to call a specialist to discuss me and if there's something they should be doing for me. I feel fine, I mean, my arthritis bothers me. But, I'm eating well and everything else pretty well. The only this that actually bothers me right now....I'm stuck in the laundry room and nobody will let me out. Don't worry, that's where I eat, so it's not scary...just when nobody will come let me out. Mom ~ come let me out!!!

Seriously?

Really, another car ride? Why?
Oh, never mind that I've lost a pound since I was at the vet 6 six weeks ago. What's the big deal? Guess I learned my lesson.
Mom & dad knew about the weight loss before we got there, so that was no surprise. But to MY surprise, they poked me, messed with my back feet...anyone who knows me knows you DO NOT mess with my feet. I am not a nice kitty when that happens. So, since I wouldn't settle down, I got something that made me feel pretty happy. They x-rayed me, did what they call a urinalysis...I won't give details on that, but you can imagine. And then they poked me and took my blood. I got some fluids & a shot of something and I had to stay there all day.

Finally, mom came to get me. Dr. Johnstone showed her my x-rays & said everything looks good. The bloodwork that they do at the vet showed my creatnine level at 2.9, when I was at 1.7 last time. So, I get to start some new meds, back to the kidney food that Ginngie & I used to eat. Hopefully when the other bloodwork comes back tomorrow, my thyroid is ok. We may get to change my thyroid meds, but we'll see.

So, that's what I got to do today, how about you?

laying low...

today has been a pretty uneventful day. I've been in the basement a lot, but by choice. Mom put Ginngie's tranquility blanket in my bed down there the other day, so I've been pretty comfy. Plus, it's peaceful, I don't have those little gray kitties coming down & smelling me all the time.

Anyway, the vet called today to check on me & Ginngie. Mom told her that I wasn't much interested in eating, but I have peed. Geez mom, do you have to tell everything? And I've pooped too, for those of you who really want to know *rolls eyes*. Anyway, Dr. Johnstone said to give me dry food or whatever I will eat, just as long as I eat something today.

I'm doing ok, just want to be alone. Mom & daddy keep checking on me to make sure that I'm doing ok.

Thanks for all the purrs from everyone & the comments on my diary. I will send out proper thank yous when I feel a bit better.

the dreaded car ride...twice in one week!

You'd think it was brotherly love that I went to the v*t with Ginngie on Tuesday...and then again today, but it wasn't.

Tuesday, Daddy came home and found that I had made a mess in the house. He didn't know who it was at first, but finally found me. I guess he followed all the scoot marks and drips. I left the house a total mess, but I couldn't help it. The next thing I knew, I was in a carrier, in the car with Ginngie & mom. I knew this could only mean one thing. I know what I did to the house was pretty horrible, but geez, I didn't think it was worth this punishment. Well, they kinda cleaned me up, stuck me in the leg, again and gave mom some pills for me.

When we got home, mom & daddy basically held me down to try to wipe me off and let me tell you, I showed them I was not happy about that.

I spent the next two days down in the basement. I guess I deserved that 'cause I scooted all over the basement again yesterday, plus I threw up my food. Daddy had talked to Dr. Johnstone earlier in the day & she told him that if I had not peed when daddy came home to check on me at lunch that he needed to bring me in right away. What the heck does that have to do with anything? Well, let me tell you...it has EVERYTHING to do with it.

You see, I was...uh, um...squirty because I was straining to go potty. But, not what they thought I was trying to do.

So, this morning daddy scooped me up, put me in the carrier (let me tell you, I didn't make that easy on him) and off we went again.
Me & Ginngie in the backseat, mom & daddy in the front. Ginngie & I stayed at the vet all day. They checked me out again and because my white blood cell count came back high(from that stick in the leg the other day), they knew I had some sort of infection. They decided to give me this shot (ouch) and then I got to have an ultrasound. That's when they found what Dr. Johnstone had expected...crystals. Ugh!

I could've told them that I wasn't trying to dirty up the house...it was just a consequence of everything else I was trying to do.

Right now, I'm resting in my bed in the basement. Even though I don't have to stay down here, I feel pretty comfortable here. I think I'll stay here for a while. Hopefully I won't have to go for that car ride again for a while. Unfortunately for my brofur, he probably will. Check out his diary for his information.