Hey, y’all. I just checked to verify this, but did you know it’s Thursday? Can you believe it? FUCKING THURSDAY.
Yesterday sucked. For whatever reason, the stars have aligned and I’ve been in my bedroom at the same time Mal is using the litter box. Additionally, my insomnia has me awake during his usual morning constitutional. It became abundantly clear that he’s been
- getting sick immediately after using the litter box
- not actually pooping half the time
- REALLY straining to poo, and making sad little noises when he tries
Thus, I worked myself into panic mode in the three hours between making the decision to call and when I could actually make the call. What if he’s blocked? What if he needs surgery? What if it’s something really bad and he’s in a lot of pain?
The vet said Mal wasn’t blocked up, which is good. However, he was a little dehydrated, and he’d lost a pound since he got his shot 3 weeks ago. That was a little concerning too them. His temp was a little higher than normal, as well.
“We actually had a little trouble getting the thermometer in”, the vet said. “It’s no wonder he’s having trouble going.”
We left with an antibiotic. They gave him fluids, and anti-inflammatory and anti-nausea injections. They’re running blood work some blood to compare his levels against the workup he had in May.
Aside from the debt collection, Mal has now been the most expensive thing I’ve paid for since I’ve come down here.
I’ve been up since 5am. It’s like my body just suddenly decided that’s my new wakeup time. I hate it. Tonight, I might stay up a little later in hopes to exhaust myself.
Unless I can nap this afternoon, because that would be glorious.
Good morning, I guess.
