Worst easter ever
Apr. 8th, 2007 02:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarotgalIt's not even 2pm and so far it's the worst Easter ever.
First, diabetic cat throws up again- which is usually the sign that he's going to crash. Then he begs me for food. My parents are out picking my sister up from college so I call and Mom says to give him a little moist food even though we're trying not to feed him between the time his blood curve usually peaks and his next shot. Anyway, I clean up the v (which is in my room, of course) and feed him.
Sister gets home, says hello, then promptly falls asleep before we can open Easter baskets because she was out partying until 4am. Which is fine but disappoints my mother who always gets so excited about what she gets us for Easter every year. So after 2 days of telling me I "have to wait for my sister" she tells me I should just open mine. Apparently she's that excited.
Unfortunately, Dad hid the baskets in the living room somewhere, to be cute. Let me mention right now that I have this irrational fear of Easter egg hunts developed slowly over years during my childhood. Not so much a fear, really, as a chest-seizing panic feeling, really. Which is sort of how I get in my emetophobe mode... so, um, maybe it is a fear. I don't know what it is. All I know is I felt STUPID walking into the living room and then when Dad said something like "oohh, where could it be?" I totally flipped out, ran downstairs, locked myself in my bathroom, and spent a half-hour crying and trying to calm myself down. Okay, yeah, I'm a total freak. There's a reason for this, honestly there is, but I don't really want to get into it here and now. So just take my word for it- I'm a mess. LOL
Anyway, while I was locked in the bathroom- with my mother periodically coming down to try to talk me out by laying GUILT TRIPS on me (oh yeah, like making me feel WORSE will help me stop a mental breakdown????)- Mom comes down and says "I have to take Sugar to the vet"
Apparently our deaf cat (not the diabetic one) is pratically dying. When I fed them at noon, she ran over to the food dish and looked interested and just fine. Then about an hour later, she can't move, she's panting REALLY hard, and she's drooling uncontrolably. She did NOT look good. So I offered to go to the vet, too, but I don't think they wanted me to go because it looks like I've been crying for the last hour... and they wanted me to keep track of the diabetic cat anyay and watch the others, too, just in case. Because OMG if it's the food- a WORLD of not good!!
So, yeah, that's my Easter so far: one cat scare, one cat nearly dying(I am SO worried about her), and one nervous breakdown and a guilt trip on top of that. It's just loads of fun in my house right now. *sigh*
EDIT- 3pm: I heard from mother at the vet. Apparently there's something wrong with her heart. The vet is sure it has nothing to do with the food. Apparently, sometimes heart problems come as complete surprises with cats(i.e. sometimes there's no warning). They have her on oxygen so she can breathe without stressing herself out any more. They're going to run lots of tests and see what's wrong with her heart. Poor little kitten!
EDIT- 4pm: Heard from Mom again. They're taking Sugar to a special cardeologist a few cities away. Her heart is enlarged dangerously and they're going to keep there overnight.
EDIT- 5:30pm: Parents came home just as I was feeding dog his dinner. It doesn't look good for the Sugar kitty. She may not make it through the night. They're keeping a close watch on her and doing all they can and maybe she'll be okay to take medicine that will help. Or maybe she'll be beyond that, I don't know. They don't know yet. But it doesn't look good. Fucking miserable Easter, this. I'm tempted not to go to work tomorrow, but it's my coworker's last day so I want to say goodbye.
First, diabetic cat throws up again- which is usually the sign that he's going to crash. Then he begs me for food. My parents are out picking my sister up from college so I call and Mom says to give him a little moist food even though we're trying not to feed him between the time his blood curve usually peaks and his next shot. Anyway, I clean up the v (which is in my room, of course) and feed him.
Sister gets home, says hello, then promptly falls asleep before we can open Easter baskets because she was out partying until 4am. Which is fine but disappoints my mother who always gets so excited about what she gets us for Easter every year. So after 2 days of telling me I "have to wait for my sister" she tells me I should just open mine. Apparently she's that excited.
Unfortunately, Dad hid the baskets in the living room somewhere, to be cute. Let me mention right now that I have this irrational fear of Easter egg hunts developed slowly over years during my childhood. Not so much a fear, really, as a chest-seizing panic feeling, really. Which is sort of how I get in my emetophobe mode... so, um, maybe it is a fear. I don't know what it is. All I know is I felt STUPID walking into the living room and then when Dad said something like "oohh, where could it be?" I totally flipped out, ran downstairs, locked myself in my bathroom, and spent a half-hour crying and trying to calm myself down. Okay, yeah, I'm a total freak. There's a reason for this, honestly there is, but I don't really want to get into it here and now. So just take my word for it- I'm a mess. LOL
Anyway, while I was locked in the bathroom- with my mother periodically coming down to try to talk me out by laying GUILT TRIPS on me (oh yeah, like making me feel WORSE will help me stop a mental breakdown????)- Mom comes down and says "I have to take Sugar to the vet"
Apparently our deaf cat (not the diabetic one) is pratically dying. When I fed them at noon, she ran over to the food dish and looked interested and just fine. Then about an hour later, she can't move, she's panting REALLY hard, and she's drooling uncontrolably. She did NOT look good. So I offered to go to the vet, too, but I don't think they wanted me to go because it looks like I've been crying for the last hour... and they wanted me to keep track of the diabetic cat anyay and watch the others, too, just in case. Because OMG if it's the food- a WORLD of not good!!
So, yeah, that's my Easter so far: one cat scare, one cat nearly dying(I am SO worried about her), and one nervous breakdown and a guilt trip on top of that. It's just loads of fun in my house right now. *sigh*
EDIT- 3pm: I heard from mother at the vet. Apparently there's something wrong with her heart. The vet is sure it has nothing to do with the food. Apparently, sometimes heart problems come as complete surprises with cats(i.e. sometimes there's no warning). They have her on oxygen so she can breathe without stressing herself out any more. They're going to run lots of tests and see what's wrong with her heart. Poor little kitten!
EDIT- 4pm: Heard from Mom again. They're taking Sugar to a special cardeologist a few cities away. Her heart is enlarged dangerously and they're going to keep there overnight.
EDIT- 5:30pm: Parents came home just as I was feeding dog his dinner. It doesn't look good for the Sugar kitty. She may not make it through the night. They're keeping a close watch on her and doing all they can and maybe she'll be okay to take medicine that will help. Or maybe she'll be beyond that, I don't know. They don't know yet. But it doesn't look good. Fucking miserable Easter, this. I'm tempted not to go to work tomorrow, but it's my coworker's last day so I want to say goodbye.
