Wednesday, July 12, 2006
not today
Mr. Black Cat gave us a scare last night. He's been doing really well with his insulin treatment for his diabetes - he's gained weight, gotten stronger, and has even started to play with toys again. So we were shocked yesterday when he vomited 6 or 7 times between 9:00 AM and 4:30 AM. He woke us every two hours going "owowowowowooooo" and then barfing violently. He was obviously miserable, poor guy, so we took him to the vet this morning. They gave him some fluids and some injections to settle his stomach (an acid reducer and an esophageous-constricter). The vet said he could come home but needed to not eat anything for several hours, a plan that Mr. B did NOT approve of. Since then he's had a chance to eat, and there has been no barfing since 4:30 this morning.
It may be too soon to make a declaration, but it looks like today is not the day that B is going to bite it or take a turn for the worse. In fact, the vet (who diagnosed B's diabetes but hasn't examined him since) exclaimed, "You look good!" when B first got out of the carrier.
And another thought? If having a newborn baby is similar, in that you have to wake up and take care of a small creature every two hours, I'm not so sure about having one. I feel like crap warmed over today.
It may be too soon to make a declaration, but it looks like today is not the day that B is going to bite it or take a turn for the worse. In fact, the vet (who diagnosed B's diabetes but hasn't examined him since) exclaimed, "You look good!" when B first got out of the carrier.
And another thought? If having a newborn baby is similar, in that you have to wake up and take care of a small creature every two hours, I'm not so sure about having one. I feel like crap warmed over today.
