Consider this Feb 12th post, even though I’m writing it at 1:23am on Feb 13th. It’s been one of those days.
If you’ve been following me on Twitter, you’ll probably know this already, but here goes (and I’m bound to cry while I write this so bear with me).
Layla was continuing to not eat this morning, nor was she interested in drinking any water. I got more worried, so I went around to the Vet’s (only 2-3 minute walk) and spoke to my vet, who offered some more of the laxative she’d given Layla before, to see if she was constipated again.
I brought this home and gave Layla a dose pretty much straight away. And she immediately threw it up. I thought maybe I did it too fast, gave it an hour or so, and tried again. She threw it up again. By this time, our electrician had come around and needed access to the cat’s room, so I took them both into our bedroom and she sat in a dark corner. I gave her some water by syringe, but eventually that, too, came up.
I was getting really upset by this point, so I called the vet and booked her in. I took her around there, and our usual vet had taken off for the day, so I had another vet look at her. This new vet, Lorraine, said she was very underweight and very dehydrated (two things I knew, as it was obvious; she wasn’t eating or drinking). She suggested putting her on an IV overnight then running some tests for her blood and to check her kidneys, to ensure they’re functioning properly. She broke my heart when she said, “If there is kidney failure, there’s not much we can do”. I managed to maintain composed while Layla was put back into her carry crate and the vet took her through to the back where the animals are. I left some contact details, walked home, and as soon as I stepped in the door I burst into tears. My mum gave me a hug, and I then went back to my room where Hendrix was and cuddled him for a while whilst bawling my eyes out. It is so heartbreaking for me to see my baby so skinny and knowing I can’t do anything about it except leave her with the vet. I know the vet’s is the best place for her right now, but I just hate being without her; she’s like a child to me and I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to her. And goddamnit for this happening so close to one of the biggest celebrations of my life.
I hope she’s going to be ok. Like I said, I don’t know what I’d do without her. Some people might say it’s so stupid, it’s just a cat, but she’s such a huge part of my life.
My dad was a heartless ass tonight at dinner – I was upset, obviously, and he says something like, “Well, we all have to face the fact that everything dies”. I said, “Erm, she’s not dead yet, you insensitive bastard”, and then he says “Well, no, but she’s not well is she?”, and again (for the 5784759724th time today) burst into tears and stormed out. I was so mad – how the hell could he be so mean, when he knows how much I love her.
Anyway, I’m hoping for good news tomorrow when I call the vet’s to check in on her. I really would prefer me calling them, instead of them calling me – if they call me, it can’t be good news.
The only good thing out of today was the fact I got my new mobile phone, my birthday present from Michael – it’s really cute and I’ll take photos of it when my Flickr account is back in order. Everything else today has gone haywire; I’ve jammed my finger, ripped skin off my thumb, stubbed my toes – everything imaginable has gone wrong today. I hope tomorrow is better (although it’s Friday 13th – maybe it won’t go so well).
It’s been a total lazy Sunday today for me. I’ve done barely anything productive, which I feel is how a Sunday should be. Probably the most productive thing I’ve done today is sit with Michael and work out the playlist for my birthday party – but we’ve just discovered we’re going to have to do it again, because out of at least 50-60 songs, only about 10-15 registered on the playlist. So I’m a little pissed over that, but we’ll soon work it all out again I guess.
I’ve had a further growing concern for my Layla-puss, who’s become increasingly skinnier and skinnier. I make sure I sit with her while she eats, so I can see how much she has and ensure Hendrix doesn’t butt in to eat her food as well as her own, but she’s still not putting on the weight. I hope it’s just something to do with her still adjusting to her environment and not anything serious. Besides, when she last went to the vet, the vet said she was a happy, healthy cat. So *shrugs* iono.
I’ve had a bad food day today as well; I had a baked potato with corn and cream cheese sauce for lunch, and KFC for dinner. Not good – no wonder I’m not losing the pounds. I got down to 101.3kg on Friday, and then today I’m back up to 103kg, so I don’t know what’s going on there – hopefully it’s just fluid retention or something like that.
I had a kind-of productive night last night – managed to submit my second article to The Pagan Activist, and put up a new layout at the site for the Proud Pagan Podcasters. There was a bit of a tiff over there about a flash media player just ‘disappearing’, even though I didn’t touch the plugin that takes care of flash modules, so I don’t know, it’s all sorted out now and I guess that’s all that matters.
Things are coming along for the party – after yesterday’s effort (removing three trailer-loads of dirt and rubble from the backyard), today was a total chillax day, but I’m sure we’ll be getting straight back into it again tomorrow. There’s a little painting to do, the toilet to go in in the laundry, some electrical work (the plumber and electrician are coming tomorrow morning) and just general tidy-up and setup. By the way, most of this stuff was going to happen at some point anyway – we didn’t just call the electrician and plumber to put these things in just for the party! – but it was a good motivational tool to get stuff down around here.
So that’s about it – got to leave something to talk about tomorrow, I suppose! NaBloPoMo is working out for me so far!
As you’ve probably noticed by now, this is the most I’ve ever blogged. January is looking up as a blogging month! I normally blog once or twice a month, but this month has been 10 blog entries and we’re only half-way through. This is absolute madness for me, because I normally don’t have anything to talk about, and still don’t, yet I’m feeling compelled to just type all my thoughts out and, I guess, get it out of my system, regardless of how mundane the content of my brain is.
Layla’s continuing to do well – I think she’s cleared her system and she’s eating well again, which is fabulous because I was so worried about her. She’s quite content now. As is Hendrix, who’s just loving cuddling up to anyone warm he can get to (oh, and blowflies are his new favourite play toy *eye roll*).
We’ve been cleaning out the old laundry to start lining it and putting tiles down – from what I’m picturing, it’s going to look amazing when we’re done, but it’s just a matter of getting it done. The old lady who lived in this house prior obviously never cleaned because the base of the laundry basin’s cupboard is almost completely rusted through, and there’s a whole lot of cobwebs and weird growth. Completely disgusting, so luckily Mum is getting a new basin for in there, and there’ll be a toilet in there as well (handy for my big 21st birthday in February!).
Speaking of my 21st, I’ve invited over 100 people! I’ll probably have maybe 70-80 of them actually come – most of them family – since a lot of my friends are in Melbourne and therefore would have to fly down, an expense they probably can’t afford. But I’ve definitely told them that I won’t be upset if they can’t make it, because I understand what it’s like to want to do something but not be able to afford it – happens to me all the time. But I’m looking forward to it either way – I plan to drink (a lot) and have heaps of fun.
Michael and I are going out for dinner tonight – no special occasion, just thought it was about time that we went back to one of our fave restaurants, this little Mexican place in town. I love their food and right now, while I’m on this weight-loss plan, I’m craving something a little fattier than usual! We’re also looking at booking tickets to go and see Ross Noble next week, hopefully it’s in the budget because he’s HILARIOUS and I just love his comedy.
Anyway, I think that’s about enough dribble for your ears today!
She’s home, and she’s fine 
Sabrina (our vet) gave her an enema to try and help her poop, and after keeping her there overnight, she still didn’t poop. So she gave her an oral laxative this morning and asked me to just take her home, and see if she poops at home (seeing as she might be a little more relaxed at home). In regards to her weight, Sabrina said she’s perfectly healthy and a very happy cat, and honed into her food this morning, so maybe we need to try separating the cats when it’s feeding time (Hendrix can probably be a little dominating when it comes to the food!), and see how we go then.
So I brought her home about 15 minutes ago. She went out in the sunroom and sun-bathed for a while, then came inside and *hurrah* pooped! I definitely praised her for pooping (never been so happy about my cat pooping in all my life), and will change the litter a little later today in case she needs to rush in there again (I know what it’s like to need to go and the toilet’s not available!!!).
Thanks for all your kind words and prayers – I think it helped me more than anything!!!
