Waiting for word. We didn't sleep well. I went in to work, but I was extra, and the charge nurse had me do one task, then leave "low-census." Especially after a large case cancelled.
So, waiting.
Lucy, sorry, I was feeling a bit sensitive, and I got that comment from a number of people. My apologies. It felt like, "He's not old, you must be doing something wrong for him to be so sick." I know you didn't intend that.
This week has sucked, more for the poor cat who has had three, soon to be four, enemas. And a night in a cage away from home. Not to mention every damn human all up in his ass. Yes, Flask, it was fine to laugh.
I crashed early, and hard, although not for the whole night. I thought I dreamt Eleanor putting her paws on my face. D says yes, she really did that. Not unheard of, but usually just my throat or chin. She's doing her best.
Waiting to hear. Our dear friend.
Ham fisted and flat worded all week. Putting my foot in it all over the place, not sure where I stand, wrong footed, needing to find my feet. Working the problem, and multi-tasking does not exist, one or the other job suffers.
Waiting.
4 comments:
Oh bugger, so sorry he's still not on the mend, it does sound a wretched week. Please don't worry on my account (I'd not actually been over or tracked back so I might not have even noticed) of course I know you know I didn't mean that, you have enough to worry about already. I hope what I did mean, that hopefully, at thirteen, he's still young and strong enough to pull through OK, is true though.
I still regularly feel tormented about Molly's sufferings, you love them to a cinder, do everything you can for them and have them trust you, but it still seems as though you end up watching them suffer and feeling powerless, and the measures you take to relieve it just seem to add to it. Cheerful banalities and platitudes really don't help much, and can seem crass.
Take care, much love.
Wishing you some simple work to help the waiting pass quicker. Best wishes for your beastie.
Lucy,
They are making progress on the clog, just not enough to send him home. Up to five enemas, with sub-q fluids, laxatives, softeners, pain meds too. Hoping by this afternoon he'll be cleaned enough to come home.
Nimble,
He's a brave creature, if it's possible, he'll come through.
M(o)by - hopefully he's home now.
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