Recuperating Nicely, Thank Yew
A sincere thank you to everyone for all the cards and flowers. The florist is no doubt in ecstasy over the Jag he'll be able to buy with the proceeds...
Meanwhile, I am home from the hospital. Moving gingerly, but still on my feet after all. I went to the ER last Sunday -- whenever I sleep in the litter box, it's a clue to everyone to get out the cage and get a move on -- where the blockage was removed from my, ahem, urethra. Or what remains of it since the butterfly surgery. That catheter was heaven, believe me.
The xrays showed a number of stones, a story verified by the subsequent surgery. I have a zipper on my abdomen now and they've sent the stones off to the lab to see exactly the nature of whatever it is my body is calcifying. There were about twenty or so little rocks which clinked against the sides of the bottle when you shook them. Why anyone would want to do this is beyond me, but I saw them shaking it myself. Takes all kinds, hmm...?
The initial exam by the ER vet was a real downer. She said my "quality of life" was poor and suggested that I might make a good candidate for euthanasia. Pardon me??? Way too much of that attitude going around, if you ask me. And I was asked. I declined. Thanks, anyway, but for the non I shall continue tottering between --excuse me, among -- bed, bowl, and box. "Put him down," indeed. I deeply question that woman's credentials and sexual orientation. Especially the latter. And I don't care if you don't like my politically incorrect remarks. Eunuchs get to say whatever they damn well please about other genders. So stuff it, sweets.
I'm getting my anti-biotics by injection now. Twice a day. Beats hell out of the naugahyde gloves and wild, mad drooling attacks that went with oral meds. No thank yew. They just stick me in the ruff, where I mostly don't feel anything. Works fine. I may actually get to finish a round of anti-biotics for the first time ever.
Today, I jumped -- well, not exactly 'jumped.' Makes my stitches hurt to think about such a precipitous move. Let's just say I climbed slowly from floor to chair and then -- onto my perch by the fig tree. The weather is mild and the smells from the open window enticing. I will be glad to see the outdoors for real soon. Probably not for several weeks yet, though.
There's a new digital camera in the house. If anyone thinks they're going to take a picture of me with the tonsure for my ringworm on my back or the bald-stomach-with-zipper-pose, I suggest they re-consider. I may have had surgery and be in a delicate invalid condition, but my claws work fine.
Non-negotiable. NO pictures.
posted by Mosley @ 12:37 PM
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