She's still a bit slow and a bit unsteady on her feet when she gets around. She's still not eating great, though she *is* eating when I feed her. She's still breathing a bit fast and shallow, though definitely not anywhere near as labored as she was on Monday pre-procedure. Her heart's so loud it largely drowns out her breath sounds when J tries to get her respiration with the stethoscope, so we've had to try to rely on observational breath counts when she's resting. Last night's respiration count was 32--not fabulous, but not bad, either.
I'm so distracted and stressed I didn't notice that BOTH of her sides are shaved in the rib cage area until late last night when I picked her up for her night meds. Stands to reason since they had to remove fluids from both sides of her chest. They must've had trouble sticking her for the IV catheter, too, because both her forelegs have shavey marks as well, not just her right like I'd originally thought. She's looking a hot mess, that's for sure. I still can't believe I didn't notice all the shavey spots right away...:/
I believe she spent most of the night on the bed either behind my knees or at my feet; no coming under the covers with me as I slept on my side. That's unusual for her when it's cold not to come under with me. I suspect with her breathing still being off that it's uncomfortable for her to breathe under the covers. Because she's not sleeping under the covers with me we've turned the thermostat up a tad bit for her to be comfortable around the house sans covers or warm laps.
That's the other thing--she's become a bit aloof compared to her normal self, which tells me she's definitely still not feeling well. She definitely looks like she's feeling a bit under the weather, which is to be expected after what she went through on Monday morning. She sort of hid on us when she realized we were getting up and it was time for her meds. I looked everywhere for her and couldn't find her! J finally looked under the hope chest in the master bedroom by the heat vent and there she was--duh! That's her go-to hidey hole when she's cold. Again, stress clouding my brain...
That being said, she did come by me when I was resting on the master bed this afternoon and slept behind my knees for awhile. I petted her and she purred and her breathing became labored and I panicked a bit before I remembered that cats breathe a little harder when they purr most of the time. I'm just on pins and needles waiting for the fluids to re-collect in her chest cavity now that it's happened once...Only time with it not happening again will chill me out on that one.
So very stressed out about all this...Hopefully we'll know more answers on Friday morning when Dr. Choy sees her...
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