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Oct. 16th, 2010 12:23 pm
Sep. 28th, 2010 01:01 pm
Crapsack life at the moment
Fammy's at the vet, at least overnight. They're going to pump her full of IV fluids/nutrition and see if she bounces back at all. But the vet said it didn't look good. I'm trying to stay positive/keep my mind off of it, but honestly... I'm not hopeful.
Then I started poking around with money stuff, trying to figure out the best way to pay for this (undoubtedly expensive) treatment, and got slapped in the face with the fact that our cashflow is currently in negative territory. The reasons why are complicated, and mostly due to unexpected expenses, but it does mean that every dime of what I make with the new job is going to have to go to pay off some bills so we can get that monthly payment money back out of the budget.
Which means--you guessed it--no money for the adoption, yet. It's going to have to wait until I get a contract extension. I'm currently only scheduled to go through February, and I'll probably get another three months after that, but I don't want to count those chickens, so we won't be able to get anything started that direction until we know we have that money coming in. So we're looking at March at the earliest before we can even make the first call.
So, yay, me.
I wish I could tolerate alcohol, because I'd really like to be completely trashed right now.
Then I started poking around with money stuff, trying to figure out the best way to pay for this (undoubtedly expensive) treatment, and got slapped in the face with the fact that our cashflow is currently in negative territory. The reasons why are complicated, and mostly due to unexpected expenses, but it does mean that every dime of what I make with the new job is going to have to go to pay off some bills so we can get that monthly payment money back out of the budget.
Which means--you guessed it--no money for the adoption, yet. It's going to have to wait until I get a contract extension. I'm currently only scheduled to go through February, and I'll probably get another three months after that, but I don't want to count those chickens, so we won't be able to get anything started that direction until we know we have that money coming in. So we're looking at March at the earliest before we can even make the first call.
So, yay, me.
I wish I could tolerate alcohol, because I'd really like to be completely trashed right now.
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I think Fammy has liver disease.
She had been barfing quite a lot for months, and we finally got her in a couple of months ago to get that checked out. Doc said she seemed fine, and was probably just having issues digesting a protein or something, and suggested we try some single-ingredient foods, etc. to try to figure out what she was allergic to.
So, we spent the summer switching around various foods, and not getting anywhere--she was still barfing regularly. Then, about a month ago, I finally tried her on a specific sensitive stomach formula, and she totally faceplanted in it--and so did everyone else. The barfing stopped, and she seemed fine. Hooray!
Or so we thought. Sometime in the last several weeks, she apparently stopped eating and hasn't been drinking much, either. She's quiet enough that we didn't notice something was wrong until she started having litter box issues and looked like she was losing weight. Over the weekend, it finally became critical enough that I looked at her more closely, and saw that her skin is yellowish.
Terrific.
Soonest the vet could get us in is tomorrow afternoon, and I'm absolutely dreading what they're going to tell me. I'm hoping we've caught it in time that she can be treated, but the treatments for this, depending on how serious it is, are intense and expensive. The main option, for instance, is six weeks of a feeding tube that has to be filled often enough that she'd need someone home all the time to do that. Which would mean that I can't work. Only I'd have to in order to afford the treatment.
I'm really, really, really hoping this is just the beginning of this, and maybe she'll be OK with just a day or two of IV fluids/nutrition and then some high-nutrition squishy food. Because the alternative is not something I even want to think about.
I've sort of been expecting to lose Penny sometime in the next year or so, since she's getting up there, but Fammy's only 11. I'm really not ready to let her go, yet.
She had been barfing quite a lot for months, and we finally got her in a couple of months ago to get that checked out. Doc said she seemed fine, and was probably just having issues digesting a protein or something, and suggested we try some single-ingredient foods, etc. to try to figure out what she was allergic to.
So, we spent the summer switching around various foods, and not getting anywhere--she was still barfing regularly. Then, about a month ago, I finally tried her on a specific sensitive stomach formula, and she totally faceplanted in it--and so did everyone else. The barfing stopped, and she seemed fine. Hooray!
Or so we thought. Sometime in the last several weeks, she apparently stopped eating and hasn't been drinking much, either. She's quiet enough that we didn't notice something was wrong until she started having litter box issues and looked like she was losing weight. Over the weekend, it finally became critical enough that I looked at her more closely, and saw that her skin is yellowish.
Terrific.
Soonest the vet could get us in is tomorrow afternoon, and I'm absolutely dreading what they're going to tell me. I'm hoping we've caught it in time that she can be treated, but the treatments for this, depending on how serious it is, are intense and expensive. The main option, for instance, is six weeks of a feeding tube that has to be filled often enough that she'd need someone home all the time to do that. Which would mean that I can't work. Only I'd have to in order to afford the treatment.
I'm really, really, really hoping this is just the beginning of this, and maybe she'll be OK with just a day or two of IV fluids/nutrition and then some high-nutrition squishy food. Because the alternative is not something I even want to think about.
I've sort of been expecting to lose Penny sometime in the next year or so, since she's getting up there, but Fammy's only 11. I'm really not ready to let her go, yet.
