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I haven't posted in awhile because things have been pretty solidly status quo with him--mostly good days followed by A Bad Day or two filled with vomiting and diarrhea. Dr. L reckoned it could be because Ra's Leukeran doses were spaced too far apart at every four days, thus making his IBD symptoms flare up. So we went back to every three days right after Christmas and everything seemed to be going pretty well. His Good Days were really good and the Bad Day he had wasn't nearly as bad...
He had a pretty damn good day yesterday, but, come nightfall, things went to shit. Literally. He became quite lethargic mid evening and started drooling as if vomiting was imminent. This went on for at least an hour or so. We finally gave him a dose of his pain med buprenorphine in hopes it would ease his discomfort and perhaps perk him up. No love. He moved slowly from room to room, resting in between wanderings, drooling and making chewing sounds with his mouth. Not long after that he hid under J's desk and it took us awhile to find him to give him his meds and feed him.
Came time for the rest of his meds and attempts to get at least a little something in his belly and right after J gave him his meds he had a diarrhea on the guest bath floor right in front of the litter box. I wasn't in there with them, but based on where it was in the corner of the room, I would surmise that Ra crawled over there from J's lap and couldn't make it the short distance to the litter box...Poor ol' fella.
Cleaned up the mess (and Ra--he stepped in his own mess, of course, and his paws were dirty) and waited a short while before feeding Ra a quarter of a can of A/D, which we knew he would likely inevitably vomit back up, but we went for it in vain attempts to get something in his tummy...We were lucky--he kept it down for about 2 hours before vomiting it back up again.
When he's not attempting to avoid us and the other cats he sits quietly loafed on the tile floors, looking a bit dazed and out of it. I did a spot check around the house for diarrhea accidents or barfs that we didn't hear in the middle of the night first thing this morning and the house is clear--he's not been sick out of either end since late last night, so the Metoclopramide and the Metronidazole must be doing their jobs to keep him comfortable.
J is worried Ra is trying to tell him that he's Had Enough and that it's time to let him go over The Bridge. I am worried that's what he's trying to tell us, too, especially after last night. :( The good days aren't nearly as good, and the bad days are getting worse, even with med adjustments. J's still trying to sleep after being up late with Ra last night, but I've put in a call to Dr. L to see if we should bring Ra in for a looksee or if we should try to keep his demons at bay on our own here at home. So we wait...
Sigh. I know it's so goddamned hard because we love him so, but...Jesus...What a way to start the new year, eh? :/
He had a pretty damn good day yesterday, but, come nightfall, things went to shit. Literally. He became quite lethargic mid evening and started drooling as if vomiting was imminent. This went on for at least an hour or so. We finally gave him a dose of his pain med buprenorphine in hopes it would ease his discomfort and perhaps perk him up. No love. He moved slowly from room to room, resting in between wanderings, drooling and making chewing sounds with his mouth. Not long after that he hid under J's desk and it took us awhile to find him to give him his meds and feed him.
Came time for the rest of his meds and attempts to get at least a little something in his belly and right after J gave him his meds he had a diarrhea on the guest bath floor right in front of the litter box. I wasn't in there with them, but based on where it was in the corner of the room, I would surmise that Ra crawled over there from J's lap and couldn't make it the short distance to the litter box...Poor ol' fella.
Cleaned up the mess (and Ra--he stepped in his own mess, of course, and his paws were dirty) and waited a short while before feeding Ra a quarter of a can of A/D, which we knew he would likely inevitably vomit back up, but we went for it in vain attempts to get something in his tummy...We were lucky--he kept it down for about 2 hours before vomiting it back up again.
When he's not attempting to avoid us and the other cats he sits quietly loafed on the tile floors, looking a bit dazed and out of it. I did a spot check around the house for diarrhea accidents or barfs that we didn't hear in the middle of the night first thing this morning and the house is clear--he's not been sick out of either end since late last night, so the Metoclopramide and the Metronidazole must be doing their jobs to keep him comfortable.
J is worried Ra is trying to tell him that he's Had Enough and that it's time to let him go over The Bridge. I am worried that's what he's trying to tell us, too, especially after last night. :( The good days aren't nearly as good, and the bad days are getting worse, even with med adjustments. J's still trying to sleep after being up late with Ra last night, but I've put in a call to Dr. L to see if we should bring Ra in for a looksee or if we should try to keep his demons at bay on our own here at home. So we wait...
Sigh. I know it's so goddamned hard because we love him so, but...Jesus...What a way to start the new year, eh? :/
