Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
We got to the hospital yesterday. The doctor met us at the desk. They'd done a last round of bloodwork to establish a baseline. And Teddy's kidney values were through the roof. A blood clot blocked the blood vessel into the new kidney.
Treatment option waws to provide medication in the (not great) possibility of dissolving the blood clot. If that didn't work, try another kidney transplant with the other perfect match donor.
I brought Rigatoni (and I suspect we'll change his name, but not sure to what) home last night. Set him off in a room by himself because that's what you're supposed to do when you introduce a new cat to a household, and that's double when the new cat has several stitches on his stomach.
Of course, Rigatoni got out of the room anyway. I think Max is a little scared of him, and Marie hid under the bed. I ended up putting Rigatoni back in the room and blocked the door.
Hubs and his sister stayed in Philadelphia to visit Teddy. The student assistant said that Teddy was acting very lively this morning -- a good sign. But they'd need to do tests, and Hubs and Sister should head elsewhere until 3 or 4 or so.
But a little while ago, they got a call. More blood clots. Come back to hospital right away.
It doesn't look good. I'm trying not to cry in my office.