The sad thing is, I'm not sure that quote would even have taken it in the poll.
Get better, MK!
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The sad thing is, I'm not sure that quote would even have taken it in the poll.
Get better, MK!
Ack, poor MK and poor sara. Why do these things always happen on the weekend?!
There's this gorgeous spring rain with the last rays of sunset shining through it happening here. So lovely.
I dunno, but thank god for our vet. They close at 3, and I discovered MK's puffy face at 2:15. They told me to come right in. Dr. Lee gave me her cell number and told me not to hesitate to call if things took a turn before Monday, and she'd tell me what to do. Two of the techs (Kendall and Amy? Short, cheery blond) who've always loved on MK stopped by to say hello.
I'm preparing for the worst. And using a lot of kleenex. Fact that I got sunburnt at the yard sale (I tried to stay in the shade) isn't helping. It stings.
If it is an infection (probably tooth/root,) it's really unlikely he'll make it through any effective form of treatment. And damnit, I have always known this was coming, but I was expecting a side effect of the diabetes (kidney failure, pancreatic whatever, his heart) not a goddamn facial infection out of the blue.
Vibing hard for Mr. Kitty and sara--get better, MK!!!
Happy birthday, Javacat!!
I just had dinner delivered. They stiffed me on the french fries, but that's okay. I'll just remind them of that the next time I order from them.
Mr. Kitty~ma, sara. Come on, kitty, get better!
Oh, sarameg. I have you and MK in my thoughts. It's so hard with older pets.
My parents lost their oldest Golden yesterday morning. Kittenish is now the oldest family pet and I've spent a lot of yesterday and today just petting her.
I'll be around tomorrow, sara, if you need anything.
Thanks, lisah. I'm pretty much going to try to go about the day as normal, perhaps with extra annoying snuggles and a little bit more brutality on myself around the lake and in the pool. And cleaning the fucking house. Don't think I'm up to Yard Sale pt.2.
Talked to the parents. Decided I didn't want to spend all of my usual weekly call in tears, get the worst over tonight. There'll still be more tomorrow, but...I aired my worst predictions. So.
Think I'll be telecommuting a good part of monday. I expect I'll be taking him in for a full workup in the morning, and after the verdict? I don't think I need to be seen in public. Maybe I'm catastrophizing, but this time? Unless that swelling goes down overnight, it's pretty clear. Hate this.
I am so sorry, Sara.