Yep, I had something 'shared' that I really didn't need to see twice.

My swimsuit was basically half price, so I bought the last 2 in my size, even though I don't need one right at this moment. They were on clearance, which in swimsuit parlance, means they're being replaced with the new season's. Yay! Even though I only ought to be buying presents right now. Anyway...

I'm still amused at my poor cats and the vet today. Loki is still subdued, but he did so well. Didn't even flinch when that huge old needle jabbed him to insert the chip (slightly smaller than a rice grain.) And he got compared to a baby seal because of his size and plush fur. I usually think he resembles a badger, but yeah, I can see it. He's supposed to loose a couple pounds...by feeding him more wet food. Poor, poor baby! He's 'hiding' upstairs, sleeping in the dirty laundry right under the chair Pumpkin is asleep in.

Devi, despite her prickly ways, charmed them in her neediness. Though the vet was REALLY glad she didn't have to chip her. She's still being pretty clingy.

And Pumpkin...she pulled a Loki and dove into the trashcan in the cabinet and kinda got stuck in there headfirst. And she figured out where the treats were and knocked over the canister. And sat in the sink. She really doesn't like being stuck in the carrier. She rolled it a few times and at one point was clinging from the top of it upside down.

Anyway, I'm focusing on this rather than the clusterfuck at work.

Okay, but how did Pumpkin get stuck?

Grace caused a ruckus at the doctor today. But we do have a double dosage of cipro for her now. Please don't tell me her tendons are going to snap.

The trashcan is in a cabinet, sort of like those at fast food places, minus the flap. At the angle she dove in, her head was wedged in a corner, her front legs fighting through paper towels to reach the bottom and her back legs flailing. Had it not been in a cabinets, it would have tipped over. Eventually, she would have gotten out, but the vet & tech went to rescue her, laughing so hard at the flailing.

Why cipro?

Long/Short version:

She has surgery in two weeks, and I want her well enough to actually have the surgery. She's been brewing something and she smells sick, even though she is without fever, no loss of appetite, etc. Her secretions have been bad though. So I paged the pulmonologist (who is lovely and intense and the kind of doc I want for all my friends). She said to come in today, early, but she was holding her clinic.

Katie took her and was there 20 minutes before clinic started. After being bounced around from module to module, she was rescued by Dr. I who immediately took Grace back. Instead of just collecting a tracheal aspirate, she did a full exam and decided that the snot Grace was coughing up was indicative of bronchiitis. Grace is probably resistant to most antibios at this point so she prescribed cipro. Which is better than the tobramycin via nebulizer.

When Katie walked out, there were at least 20 families waiting. Grace was completely OFF schedule so I'm sure she screwed up the timing for the rest of the morning.

Ah! Well, I'm glad you got a responsive doc, given upcoming surgery.

Wait, didn't you guys have a surgery around the holidays last year as well? Man, Grace's body schedule needs to learn about holidays!

FTR, I appear to be clearing up. But 3 more days to hit the minute-clinic if I relapse.

If not, we have Cipro to spare!

Hah! And true...

Get better, Grace!

Anyway, whoot, I finished. But much to my dismay, my efile provider notified me, after I'd finished, that they were only taking submissions for sures up until 5 eastern time. Eastern time! Mine went in before midnight eastern, so there's still a chance they'll process it anyway. But harumph. Yes, I know, if I had done it before the deadline I wouldn't have to worry about it now.

But it's done!

Good for you, Liese.

Loki's up against my butt. I think I've been forgiven.