lady_curmudgeon: (rescue mom)
2016-05-30 08:37 am

Heh...Meet...Tessa!

Tessa and me 29 May 2016

This lovely youngin I'm holding is Tessa. I finally got to meet her at my first shift back at the shelter cattery yesterday afternoon. J has been sending me pictures of her and talking about her nonstop since he first met her about a month ago when she took a piece of his heart...

Tessa is, all things guessing by the vet, about 2 1/2 months old. She's been spayed and microchipped and on the way to getting all of her vaccinations. Her temperament is very easy going and she gets on very well around other kittehs. She loves being loved, but also loves the companionship of other kittehs...AND SHE'S SOOO FLUFFY!!! I COULD DIE!! :o)

This could be bad, LOL...

We're SOO not ones to be captivated by kittens. We're usually big suckers for hard-luck cases and older cats. But Tessa? Yeah. She's something special. She's a total love bug. She let me hold her for a goodly portion of the time we were there for the shift, and lots of pettins and lovins. Not that she's not also interested in playing and being a kitten, either--she totally is and was during our shift, too! :o)

We really shouldn't get another cat. But...

Dorene's still a young cat and none of the three boys really want to play with her, which is sorta sad. SHe and Lars used to play together, but since he's been sickly for the last year or so, his energy to play is severely diminished. Uly sometimes plays with her, but Dorene gets a bit aggro and then he gets all skittish and runs off. Harlow doesn't cat well, so he's not much of a playa at all, either. Sigh. She's only able to run off so much of the energy herself and we can only play and interact with her so much without her getting bored with us, too. Perhaps a young cat for a companion might be just the ticket to get her more active again and work off some of the chubbiness that's come onto her over the last year or so?

Five cats is a lot. A kitten is A LOT outside of that--I know, I remember well all the work I put into my Smudge Kitty back in The Before Time (RIP). But...Yeah...Another kitteh that's just so very much touched our hearts. Perhaps Tessa is The One?

As with Nikolai...I will keep you posted...
2016-05-28 07:25 pm

Eleven years gone...





It's been eleven years since that Saturday afternoon when Mom quietly slipped away while my brother and I were gone from her hospital room, but sometimes, like today, it feels like a lot less time has passed. I put it into much better words, of course, on the Book Face in 2009...

"Mom was a hard worker. She was a secretary or office assistant through her working days, and a damned good one. She'd work all day and came home and worked some more around the house. She loved to garden, especially flowers. She hated shopping, but she loved going to rummage sales. She also liked having rummage sales of her own. She didn't have a whole slew of friends, but the friends she did have were like family to her, and her whole family, both immediate and extended meant the world to her.

Christmas was her favourite holiday. She loved decorating the house and really enjoyed shopping for presents every year, though she hated the crowds with a passion. She lived for the look of surprise on a person's face when they opened them.

In addition to decorating the house, she also made pine wreaths and sprays by hand. She did this for as long as I could remember. Grandpa (and for awhile Dad) worked at the cemetary and after the wreaths were taken off the graves at the end of winter they would gather decorations, rings and stands for her to recycle into her own work every year. They were absolutely stunning. She made them for people for their loved ones' graves and to hang on their doors and never charged a cent for them. The last Christmas she was alive she wasn't able to make the actual wreaths, but she still bought a few from her neighbor's grandson who was a Boy Scout and embellished them with more decorations so Dad and the Grandparents would have nice wreaths for their graves. She tried to show me how to make them, but I never got the hang of it, something I feel bad about. I would've liked to continue the tradition...

She bloomed after she retired. She was finally able to devote time to doing things she loved and found new things to do that she loved as well. Mom and Dad bought a trailer in Arizona and "snowbirded" down there for a few years before Dad died. She would spend her winters making new friends from all over the country and taking part in the various activities around the park. Her favourite was learning crafts--her favourites being quilting and making butterflies out of two litre plastic soda bottles (sounds sorta weird, but they were so damned beautiful). She even learned how to shoot pool and a bit of taekwondo! After Dad passed she was able to go down there one last year before she got sick and she was so proud of herself for doing all the driving by herself.

Quilting. Ah, the quilting. She was a quick study, learning most of her skills from my Aunt Sharon. Aunt Sharon lived up north about 6 hours away, and Mom would drive up there and spend a few days quilting and talking about everything and nothing. Her first big projects were Irish wedding ring quilts for my brother and I, which she gave us for Christmas one year. Neither of us had any idea she had been making them, even though she worked on them at both at home and at Aunt Sharon's. She later told us how she would have to scurry to put everthing away when either of us would stop by without calling first.:) She gave my niece a quilt right after she was born, which she used til it wore out (the last I knew she still has it, but I haven't seen it in awhile...)

She loved butterflies. She didn't collect actual specimens of them, but she collected all sorts of butterflies in made in different media--porcelain, metal, wood, and the plastic ones she made by the dozens for both herself and friends and family.

She absolutely adored her granddaugher. The angels truly sang the day she was born, she was (and continues to be) such a gift to our family. She took turns babysitting Cassie with her other set of grandparents while John and Karen were working. She absolutely loved spending whatever time she could with her! It was something to watch, the doting grandmother.:)

She and I didn't get along very well during my childhood and adolescence. We clashed like oil and water. I prefer not to look back on those years. In my twenties we finally started to mend those fences, letting each other know how sorry we were for the bad times and how we both did the best we knew how during those bad times. We eventually became quite close, as a daughter and mother should be. It wasn't always rosy, but we were able to communicate through the rough times and move forward.

She died from complications of a very rare blood disease called primary systemic amyloidosis. It's so rare that only about 3,000 people are diagnosed with it world wide every year or some such, if I'm remembering the statistics correctly. What happens is the bone marrow produces too much of a certain protein which ends up in the blood stream. The protein then builds up on major organs, eventually leading to organ failure. It primarily affected Mom's heart, which is what I think hastened her death. She died less than five months after her diagnosis. I was with her the last night of her life, trying desperately to comfort her as she fought death, both when she was semi conscious and while she was unconscious. It was the toughest thing I've ever gone through in my life. It was my final gift to her, and despite the pain I went through, I'm ever so glad I was there for her in those last hours.

Mom was definitely unique, and a very strong, loving woman. I hope I can be half the woman she was.

I love you very much, Mom. As I said yesterday for Dad, I wish you peace and happiness whereever it is you're hanging out these days, and I hope you're with those you loved on this Earth who passed before you and have passed since you left us."

I also post this song, as an homage to her, and the very last night of her life that we shared together, as she went onto the last part of her journey.



"Of all the things we should've said,
That were never said.
All the things we should've done,
That we never did.
All the things that you needed from me.
All the things that you wanted for me.
All the things that I should've given,
But I didn't..."

Do ya think I've a little bit of guilt, this daughter? Yeah...yeah, I do...And I always will, therapy be damned, though she'd kick my arse hard if she were here to do it. I'm trying to get past it, Ma. I really am.

Love you and miss you dearly, Ma. Hope you're having a ball Out There in the Great Beyond...
lady_curmudgeon: (feel the love)
2016-05-27 10:29 pm

Thirteen years gone...

...since my Dad's soul took leave of this Earth that early Tuesday afternoon. It's a rare day that goes by that I don't think of him for some reason. I love and miss him dearly.

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Here's a long piece I wrote up on Facebook seven years ago on the sixth anniversary...

"I've been thinking a lot about what to write about him today. Do I write about how he died? Do I write about how much I still miss him? Do I write about his life? Do I write about it all? I need to write something...

He was a quiet man with a dry, sarcastic wit that often exceeded his high school education. I referred to him in later years as a big, grumpy teddy bear. He liked to hunt deer and was a member of the NRA. He loved to argue politics. He was a rabid Packers fan. He was a hard worker; when I was a toddler he worked two, sometimes three jobs to support us so Mom could stay at home and take care of my brother and I. He was devoted to his granddaughter. His favourite foods were blood rare steak, peanut butter, and wild green onions (separately, not together.;)) Much to my mother's chagrin at times, his favourite beverage was beer. His favourite music was both Country AND Western, with bits of bluegrass, folk, and classical music mixed in. He loved a good polka, too.:) He read the entire newspaper almost every day.

He was finally working at a job he really loved when he died. He worked at a nursery, sitting on a tractor all day cultivating between the rows of the planting yards and mowing the nursery's vast lawns. My brother hooked him up with the gig, and they worked together from time to time. It's where he died, of a sudden cardiac event, not totally unexpected, but a shock nonetheless. I'm glad it was quick, and at a place he wanted to be.

I've always been a Daddy's girl. Our relationship could be rocky, but I still could safely say that I had him wrapped around my little finger. On my wedding day, we danced to "Daddy's Little Girl" and he sang to me while he danced. When the song was over, he whispered in my ear "I meant every word." (Mom later told me he sung that song to me a lot when I was a wee sprite, but, sadly, I don't remember it.) Though my marriage eventually failed spectacularly, I will always cherish that moment.

The grief of his death diminishes as the years pass, which is a good thing. He wouldn't want any of us to grieve his loss for so long. But I still miss him, especially on days like today. The almost healed scab of grief lifts a little on days like today...

Despite his faults, he was a good man. He wasn't always the best father and husband, but I think, generally speaking, he tried to do his best by us. Though I didn't always feel it and I daresay I never expressed it, I was proud that he was my Dad. I still am.

Later on I'll hoist a beer or two in his memory. He always scoffed at my snobbiness when it came to beer, and I'm sure he'll be scoffing as he watches over me tonight as I toast his memory.;)

I love you very much, Dad. I wish you peace and happiness where ever it is you're hanging out these days, and I hope you're with those you loved on this Earth who passed before you and have passed since you left us."

Sigh. Where did those thirteen years go off to? :/
lady_curmudgeon: me August 2011 (me August 2011)
2016-05-26 04:47 am

Throwback Thursday...

Since I'm up for awhile right now anyway...why not do a Throwback Thursday post? Here's to hoping it works, LOL. The picture was locked down for some reason, but I just unlocked it and made it public in the album so it should work...

The Way Back Machine goes all the WAY BACK to fall of 1989 today. Here, my painfully thin self rocks the early manifestation of my current hairstyle, hanging out with my peeps in the Parkside Association of Wargamers (PAW) War Room located then on the L4 room of Molinaro hall at UW-Parkside. I was not yet a student there, but many of my friends were. I'd become a student in the fall of 1990. Good times... :)

Fall, 1989
lady_curmudgeon: me August 2011 (me August 2011)
2016-05-25 11:27 am
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State of the Pam: remember that cat bite?

Yeah, remember when Lars bit my thumb back on 1st March? Well, he left a nice hole in the very base of my left thumb nail. And, that hole has been growing as it's grown out...

If I don't keep a bandaid on it, the lifting nail catches on everything, so I've had to keep it bandaged for the last...oh, I'd say month and change to protect it from ripping off. It's currently at least a quarter of the nail completely loose with about another quarter showing that it's unattached but not swinging in the wind, as it were. Hard to explain without a visual, and I daresay I won't be able to get a decent picture of it, so you'll just have to try to imaginate what it looks like. ;o)

Anywho, I figured about two weeks ago that it was at least time for ol' Dr. G (my GP) to give it a looksee and let me know if it was ready for some office surgical removal time or if it was a wait-and-see sort of thing. Call and talk to the nurse about it, she talks to Dr. G and he refers me to a dermatologist??? Really??? He can't look at and remove something as simple as a mostly loose thumb nail? That's a procedure that sounds very GP doctor-ish...

Okay, so yesterday I finally get around to calling the recommended dermatologist. Their office is transitioning over to electronic records keeping and are limited on how many clients they can see per day, so Dr. *name* won't be able to see me until July 15th. I can't wait that long, thank you for your time. Call Dr. G's nurse back. Get the number for a Large Dermatology Practice in Naperville. Phone drone is all like "we don't do that sort of procedure here, but I'll see if one of the docs is willing to do it." One is, but Dr. *different name* is booked out til the end of June. Call back Dr. G's nurse. I finally get an appointment to be seen by his partner doctor today at 1330.

Why the everlasting hell couldn't we have just bypassed all of the dermatologist rigamarole and just either had partner doc or Dr. G himself see me to look at this damned thing in the first place? To say that I'm at least mildly annoyed is a serious understatement. UGH!!!

I will let you know the status of my vacating thumb nail after my appointment this afternoon...

Sigh...
lady_curmudgeon: (Lars)
2016-05-25 09:17 am

State of the Lars: tentatively optimistic?

The trip out to VCA Aurora was a busy one. It included an ultrasound and a complete renal evaluation. The following is a summary from the summary we got from the internal medicine service.

Physical Examination: Coat is unkempt in appearance, patchy loss of hair or thinning hair; oral exam presents mild to moderate dental tartar; abdomen is distended and mild discomfort on palpation; cardiovascular presents stage II/VI parasternal heart murmur (this is down from a stage IV/VI heart murmur previously--must've been previously misdiagnosed somehow at VCA Aurora, as our regular vet has always insisted Lars had a stage II vs stage VI)

Diagnostic imaging: abdominal ultrasound revealed small left kidney with moderate renal pelvic dilation (we already knew this from last year's ultrasound--this kidney is basically thought to be non-functional); the right kidney has caudal infarcts which appear to have worsened since the last ultrasound; crystals noted in the urinary bladder (not stones as Dr. E and Dr. L thought); the renal pelvis contains a single stone; pancreas is mildly thickened in comparison to previous studies; mildly hyperechoic liver.

labratory testing: paraphrasing the tech-blood gas analysis came back as being unremarkable; blood glucose came back as hyperglycemic under their parameters at 217. We consider hyperglycemic to start around 250 for Lars ever since his hypoglycemic event back last February, so at 217 we personally consider that to be a pretty good number; kidney values: BUN at 45 and Creat at 2.6--on Saturday they were at 66 and 3.7 respectively, so both of those numbers have come down nicely with the daily 100 ccs of subcutaneous fluids.

Blood pressure: normal at 140/90 This is important because cats in renal failure tend to have high blood pressure.

Pending tests: PTH/Ionized calcium; urine culture and sensitivity; urinalysis

Diagnosis**Open for urinary straining: cystitis vs. urinary tract infection
**Stage II Chronic Kidney Failure
--Renal calculi (stone) with no evidence of obstruction
--Renal infarcts (right)

medication: No medications prescribed or changed today. Continue any previously prescribed medications/treatments as directed.

diet: A renoprotective diet is recommended (ha, good luck with that)

TL;DR: "The ultrasound performed on Lars today shows a single non-obstructive stone within the pelvis of the right kidney. There are suspect crystals in the urinary bladder. There is no sign of urethral obstruction. We are sending urine out for analysis to determine the presence of a urinary tract infection.

"As we discussed, the increased chronic elevation of calcium can cause an increased risk for soft tissue mineralization and stone formation. Once we receive additional blood work we may suggest medication changes."

So after all of that, and A Lot of $$Money, no blockages were found and Lars' kidney values are actually improving again. Figures, right? :o/ Regardless, it was worth the peace of mind to rule out The Worst Case Scenarios. Now we get to wait up to seven business days for the pending results; the ionized calcium test gets sent to a university in Texas if I'm not mistaken, so...yeah...

I think the best part of the day, aside from the most wonderful news of decreasing kidney values and no urethral obstructions, was the vet tech telling us what a good patient Lars was! He was so good, in fact that they didn't need to sedate him for the ultrasound! That's a bit unusual as far as I've heard. I'm still so very proud of my good boy!! :o)

I will definitely keep you all posted on how things progress!! :o) Thanks again for all your support, good thoughts/mojo/prayers/etc.
lady_curmudgeon: (Lars)
2016-05-22 09:58 am

State of the Lars: Sigh...

Things did not improve after his last vet visit and the daily sub-q fluids. His appetite still waned despite the Mirtazepine appetite stimulant kick-starter, which was a concern. What sealed the deal was yesterday morning when he both downloaded a watery deuce in the litter box and followed it up by vomiting what remained of his dinner the night before twice about five minutes after that.

While we could explain away the diarrhea (his constipation med is stimulated by hydration, so with the added hydration of the daily sub-qs along with not lowering the dose of his constipation med...that could be an explanation), we could NOT explain away the vomiting. Vomiting in a CRF kitty can be a sign of worsening renal failure (more toxins in the body making kitty sick), so I called Brookville and go Lars squeezed in onto Harlow's already scheduled laser therapy appointment.

Physical exam was unremarkable, but Dr. E agreed that we were probably right that something might be up, especially in light of the recent discover of all the stones in his bladder and working kidney. A blood chem panel was in order.

Results were not good. Kidney values continue to worsen, and badly. Dr. E and Dr. L talked about things and they both agreed that it's a pretty good bet that Lars probably has some sort of blockage in his urinary tract/system from one of the stones, and that surgery is probably indicated, and soon. The thing is, neither of them is willing to do it with their skill sets on such a chronically ill cat...

Dr. E said, given the worsening numbers, the best bet would be to bring Lars out to VCA Aurora or Arboretum View to one of the specialists for a more experienced/skilled vet's look see. We've been going out to VCA Aurora to Dr. Medinger for awhile for Lars' myriad health issues, but Dr. E likes the specialist (whose name escapes me right now) out at Arboretum View better because he's got "a much better bedside manner". We've never really had a problem with Dr. M out at Aurora, save for he talks too fast sometimes and he's always in way too much of a hurry, but...yeah...We're going to stick with Dr. M and VCA Aurora because they know Lars and his issues pretty well...

I was actually able to get Lars into Dr. M's schedule tomorrow at 1100 for a longer initial consult appointment for his current issues. Whew! I'm to bring all of Lars' current meds with us and to arrive 15 minutes early for paperwork. Can do, though it might be interesting, what with me having to wrangle him by myself as J absolutely cannot take tomorrow off. The cage puttings in are going to be the hardest, I think. I think I can handle the meds carrying by putting everything in a backpack, LOL; the hardest thing to tote will be the fluids bag, which is sorta too big to safely put into even my biggest purse.

So...yeah...Preparing for A Large Vet Bill tomorrow, as well as Really Bad News about my boy. I'm heartbroken, scared, and totally worried for my Lars cat. :o( I simply cannot fathom life without this floofer nutter. I just can't. :o(

If you're the praying/chanting/candle lighting type, could you please add Lars to your healing energy rituals for awhile? If you're not into that sort of thing, could you send some good thoughts his way anyway? We'd all appreciate it out here... :o/ <3
lady_curmudgeon: (Lars)
2016-05-20 07:43 am

State of the Lars: Bladder and Kidney stones...

As of the last couple of weeks, Lars' appetite has been less than optimal. We've tried introducing different, non-Rx food, which he really appreciated initially, but then quickly became disinterested in. So...A trip to the vet was in order.

Took him in last Saturday. Physical exam was uneventful, though he'd lost a couple of ounces from the last time he was seen. Dr. E suggested a short blood draw to make sure his kidney functions were still stable. Nope--his kidney values were a slightly elevated, as was his calcium levels, which could indicate dehydration, or, obviously, that his kidneys were getting worse. Switch from diabetic diet to renal diet, and introduce twice weekly sub-q fluids.

At first Lars ate the renal stuff, especially the kibble, with a fair amount of gusto. But that only lasted the first few days. Then...Meh. Call Dr. E back. She asks if Lars pees a lot. Of course he does--he's both diabetic and in stage 2 renal failure! Could you bring him back in for a urinalysis? Sure!

Urinalysis shows visual signs of blood and, of course test positive for same. X-rays are done to determine if there's any crystals or stones in the bladder/kidneys/urinary tract. Jackpot! Several small stones in both the good kidney and in the bladder, and a undefined blob in the bladder that could either be an uncalcified stone or, more likely a blood clot. Ultrasound could be done to try to determine the exact nature of the blob, but it'll probably come back inconclusive and Dr. E doesn't want to waste our time or money on that just yet.

The usual course of action for so many stones in the bladder especially is surgical removal. Because of Lars' multiple health issues (asthma, diabetes, stage 2 renal failure, stage 2 heart murmur, etc), he's not a good candidate for surgery as he might not survive anesthesia. The second course of action is daily sub-q fluids to flush out the stones, which brings the obvious risk of urinary tract blockage, especially in a male cat. :o( Our choice, as Henry Rollins' old monologue bit goes, is fish--it's got to be the sub-qs for now. We're to administer 100=150ccs of fluids every day for a week, then return for follow-up x-rays to see how many stones have been evacuated.

How the hell did we miss this? Lars has been straining in the litter box for awhile, but he's got chronic constipation among his chronic health issues, too, so we thought he was straining from not being able to poop. The blood? Well, we use a combination of grey colored Cat Attract litter and brown colored World's Best cat litter and the brown stuff turns a lovely dark brown, which to mind, disguised any signs of blood that might have been present. Sigh.

All that on top of J and me being distracted with my recovery from my back surgery...yeah...We've now got a fairly seriously sick(er) cat. My heart is breaking and I feel like a rotten cat parent for not noticing sooner and taking action sooner. I know, I know--cats are good at hiding their discomfort and illness, we're dealing with multiple illnesses to boot with him so it's harder to tease out what might be wrong, we've got our own life distractions in the way, etc. But...yeah...Still beating myself up for this.

Will keep y'all posted on what happens... :o/
2016-04-02 08:02 am
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WOW...

Their cover even works well live...absolutely stunning!

2016-03-15 08:47 am

VOTE!!!

Whether it's your state's turn to vote today, as it is mine, or yours is to come...VOTE!!!

lady_curmudgeon: (feel the love)
2016-03-04 04:23 pm

A Cat Momma's Love...

Here's a picture J took of me with Lars at the e-vet on Monday night when I was bidding goodnight to him before we left him there for his emergency care. There's nothing quite like the love between soulmates.... <3


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lady_curmudgeon: (Lars)
2016-03-04 10:21 am
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State of the Lars: doing better!

His blood glucose is still a bit wonky, with numbers ranging from the 150s-180s up to as high as the 270s on one stick, but...yeah...very much above the incredibly scary numbers he was clocking in with on Monday night. We're still foregoing any insulin if he measures in over 200 for a few more days, but so far he's only had a couple of sticks where he's actually been over the 200 threshold for giving him any anyway.

He's active, alert, bright-eyed and otherwise his amusing and loving self. His appetite could be a little better, but otherwise he's about back to normal.

His downloading remains okay on the lower doses of Lactulose, so we're slowly tapering him back up to his regular dose on that as we see fit. No need to make him go from the constipation extreme to the other end of the spectrum so...yeah.

So...

Whew. Think we got him through this one...
lady_curmudgeon: (Lars)
2016-03-03 09:47 am

State of the Lars: our first diabetic hypoglycemic event...

We had to go out of state for a funeral (my Uncle Fred, who lives in Ohio, died) over last weekend, so we had to board the kittehs while we were gone. Things went well according to all reports. They did mention that he'd been picky with his wet food but that he'd eaten his kibbles pretty well, and that he'd only needed insulin that morning when I'd come to pick him up.

Brought him home and he was acting normally initially. He disappeared not long after I got home, but that's not unusual for him. J got home from work around 1830, was looking for the kittehs to say hello again after not seeing them since Friday morning, but couldn't find Lars. Weird...

Fast forward to around 1900-1915; we hear one of the cats start howling. Sounded like a Dorene howl when she saw a strange cat outside. Happens again, but it's coming from the den. Look around and find Lars hiding under the Fancy Chair, looking Not Right. Eyes dilated, panting. I ask J--should we take a blood glucose reading? Yes...

Do it, comes back at 23!!! WTF?!?! Shit!!! We know to give him sugar right away, but the only liquid form of sugar we have in the house is maple syrup--okay, that's gonna have to do. Give Lars a bit via syringe while I'm calling up Brookville trying to get ahold of a vet there to let them know/ask how the fuck to proceed as they're about to close for the night and do not offer overnight care. Dr on site says to it's better to use light corn syrup, but maple syrup will work, too. Give 2cc every 10 minutes, then test blood glucose (BG). Call back right after. We manage to get the BG up to 28, lather/rinse/repeat, it goes back to 25.

Time for the e-vet. We bundle a very limp and unresponsive Lars into his carrier and drive him out to Lisle's Emergency Veterinary Services. They do a quick triage on him and determine he needs to stay overnight. We tell them his extensive medical history, give him all the vet information for both Brookville and VCA Aurora, and go home to try and rest so we can get up in time for the 0730 deadline for pickup.

We get a call around 2330 from Dr. S at the E-vet--Lars' BG is not coming up very quickly. In fact it goes up a little bit, then goes back down again. They've been giving bostules (like bursts) of dextrose along with the constant dextrose drip, feeding him, and giving him a high calorie gel supplement. She wants to run blood work on him to rule out any other issues going on--I give consent. All blood work comes back normal, thank Bast. Also, Lars had a couple of bouts of diarrhea--probably related to stress. Probably wouldn't want to give Lars any of his Lactulose constipation medication for a couple of days once he was home...

Lars' BG finally comes up and maintains a low normal in the 150s around 0500. We get sent home with an almost full bag of IV fluids with glucose, a tube of the high calorie supplement, the Cone of Shame that Lars had been wearing because he'd been fussing with the catheter during his stay, and Lars with the capped catheter still in his leg. He's to go straight to his regular vet for further monitoring, so I take him right to Brookville. No docs were in when I got there, but they had the faxed over docs from the e-vet and knew that Lars was to continue on the Dextrose IV drip, so they did that until one of the docs arrived.

I had my pre-op screening with my GP at 1000, so I did that and just drove right back out to Brookville after my appointment was done to get a Lars update in person. Dr. Lyn told me Lars' BG was stable in the 150s and I could take him home, to go back to our regular routine of checking his BG twice a day, and to let him "run hot" as the e-vet recommended for several days, meaning no insulin even if his BG was over 200 to let his body systems recover a bit. Also, reminded me to forego the Lactulose for a couple days, too.

Get home and notice the first thing Lars is doing is fussing with the compression bandage where the now removed IV catheter had been. I knew it was too soon to try to remove same, so I put Lars back into the Cone of Shame for an hour before I called back Brookville to see when I could remove the bandage safely.

I got the all clear around 1215. Take the Cone of Shame off of Lars so it's not in the way and get to work. It was a bitch to get off. In fact...Yeah...I couldn't get it off. I tried to find the loose end on the wrap, but it was so tight I couldn't get it off. Lars was uncomfortable and showed it with gentle licks and nips until...all of a sudden...CHOMP!!! Bit my left thumb in the middle of my cuticle line very VERY hard--so hard I thought I heard a crunching noise. I leave Lars where he is on the bed, grab the phone with my good hand, and race to the bathroom to go put my thumb under hot water to start flushing the wound. It was bleeding quite well and it hurt like a mother fucker.

GPs office tells me to go directly to Urgent Care, where they've got more means to care for me than their office. I go, get seen right away. Betadine soak immediately after initial exam, then x-rays of my thumb at my stern prompting to make sure no bone chipping happened from the bite because of the crunching sound I heard. X-rays came back clean. Get a scrip for high dose Augmentin for ten days, instructed to soak thumb at least twice a day in warm water, to wash it at least twice daily with antibacterial soap and to keep it bandaged up for at least the next 2-3 day and then to leave it unbandaged overnight thereafter.

Go home and find that Lars has partially chewed some of the compression bandage off his leg. I'm out of give-a-fuck calories at this point and decide to just let him chew at it until his daddy gets home. :o/ Once J gets home we try again, have no luck, and finally dig out the first aid snub nosed safety scissors and do what I should've done in the first place and cut the fucking thing off. We're all happier for the fact that the bandage is finally off.

How's Lars doing now? Yesterday's BG numbers were in the mid 150s again, but this morning he turned in somewhere in the 270s if I'm remembering correctly; I don't feel like getting up to look at his log book, so...yeah, LOL. He's acting like his normal self for the most part. Active when he should be, seeking out attention. His appetite could be better, but it's not terrible by any means. Downloads are still a little soft, but coming around. J gave him 1 Cc of his laxative this AM, so we'll gradually ramp him back up to his normal dose on that.

That was some scary fucking shit. I hope we don't have to go through that again any time soon... :o/