My Cat's On Drugs, Man!

Okay, so Cypress' latest round of blood test results are in, and it's possibly good news. At the very least, they tell me her liver enzymes are back to normal, which probably rules out a liver biopsy, which would have been horrible for her. But her white blood cell count is up a little, indicating some kind of infection.

So they replaced the every-eight-hours appetite stimulant with one that she takes twice a week, it's actually an old tricyclic antidepressant. I note it is not cheering her up. She gets the vitamin drops every twelve hours still, which she hates. She's also getting a squirt of pain meds into her cheek every twelve hours, which she also hates. But now she's getting as well a couple of antibiotics, which the clinic helpfully put into one capsule because the cats hate the taste of one of them. She gets that every twelve hours and hopefully that'll knock out the infection, whatever it is.

She hates that the most, because it's a capsule, so she can refuse to swallow it really easily, and she'll bite into it now and then and then there's the taste. And after I give it to her, I have to squirt a lot of water into her mouth to make sure it's gone down.

Meanwhile, I keep offering her little rocks instead of the treats she knows are normally in all those bags, and she keeps changing her mind about what she'll eat which isn't going to be all that much anyway it seems.

She's been scheduled for an ultrasound next week which might not be necessary if she's doing okay, but I suspect it will be since she's still not eating much and there really does have to be a reason for this. She follows me around anxiously despite the possibility I'm going to make her swallow something awful, and spends a lot of time looking at me pathetically. It's pretty obvious she's hungry, but she only takes a few bites of anything I give her and then wanders away for a while and then comes back again.

The pet insurance covers less than a third of the lowest projected cost of an ultrasound, though so far at least my partner is less bothered by the cash costs of all of this than the time, but isn't actually balking. She really is a nice cat, and everybody loves her. Also, as has been pointed out, the cats pills cost way less than mine.

But they're sounding optimistic though puzzled, and do seem to be ruling out a lot of the really bad shit like cancer or FLV or feline AIDS, and are starting to talk about things like intestinal disorders. I don't know what that means for her, but I guess we'll find out.

I still haven't filled out the other forms for the insurance, I need to do that. Paperwork gives me a rash.

I'll papercraft at you later, I'm tired again. And sorry this wasn't even remotely funny. I tried, but it wouldn't come.