Roller coaster
Jul. 31st, 2005 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyUgh, what a weekend. I feel as though I've been through a spin cycle in the washing machine.
It's been a horrible week at work, with another horrible one coming up. My mother and I made our annual trek to the Melbourne Craft Fair yesterday and that cheered me up no end. I whiled away the hours of the train trip home writing a list of things to mention in this entry...
... only to forget them all as soon as I got home and found one very sick cat. Lysis had obviously spent the day vomiting (and let me just pause here for a word in praise of the easy-to-clean element of polished wooden floorboards), had an oddly swollen belly, had trouble walking and was hunched up on her cushion looking extremely sorry for herself.
This morning I had a bit of a cry, resigned myself to the worst and rang the vet, who agreed it didn't sound good and to bring Lysis straight in. I felt such a traitor driving there telling Lysis it would be all right.
It turned out I was overreacting - only slightly, but still. The bad news is that she's obviously sick and she's also old and might not be able to stand too much stress. The good news is that she hasn't been off her food, hasn't lost weight and even today was drinking plenty of water so she's not dehydrated. She's also quite chirpy, all things considered, and even managed a bit of a purr for me this morning and to look round and be interested at the vet's.
So she's spending the night in hospital and I'm to ring tomorrow. I feel terrible imagining her miserable and alone in a strange place, and I feel just as bad for being slightly relieved I don't have to get up tomorrow morning dreading what I might find.
It's been a horrible week at work, with another horrible one coming up. My mother and I made our annual trek to the Melbourne Craft Fair yesterday and that cheered me up no end. I whiled away the hours of the train trip home writing a list of things to mention in this entry...
... only to forget them all as soon as I got home and found one very sick cat. Lysis had obviously spent the day vomiting (and let me just pause here for a word in praise of the easy-to-clean element of polished wooden floorboards), had an oddly swollen belly, had trouble walking and was hunched up on her cushion looking extremely sorry for herself.
This morning I had a bit of a cry, resigned myself to the worst and rang the vet, who agreed it didn't sound good and to bring Lysis straight in. I felt such a traitor driving there telling Lysis it would be all right.
It turned out I was overreacting - only slightly, but still. The bad news is that she's obviously sick and she's also old and might not be able to stand too much stress. The good news is that she hasn't been off her food, hasn't lost weight and even today was drinking plenty of water so she's not dehydrated. She's also quite chirpy, all things considered, and even managed a bit of a purr for me this morning and to look round and be interested at the vet's.
So she's spending the night in hospital and I'm to ring tomorrow. I feel terrible imagining her miserable and alone in a strange place, and I feel just as bad for being slightly relieved I don't have to get up tomorrow morning dreading what I might find.
