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Jun. 7th, 2011
oh, blackie! / oh, my hair!
Jun. 7th, 2011 09:24 pmSo, Blackie's seemingly miraculous recovery was a sham. I called the vet this morning, but their only available appointment was in the afternoon. He had lost one pound since his last visit, and still had an appetite for the stinky, sloppy wet food they offered to him on a popsicle stick. They took a regular x-ray, which revealed a full stomach, an empty colon, and a completely inflamed small intestine. Meaning, something is most likely preventing the contents of the stomach from reaching the small intestine. My original fear!
To figure out at which point the blockage is exactly, and how big, would require a full day's visit, and x-ray with barium contrast ($$). For now, they gave him IV fluids, antinausea and antibiotic injections, with the hopes that whatever it is is small enough to pass by itself once the inflammation subsides and the fluids rush through. If it doesn't pass, then surgery ($$$$). We have antinausea and antibiotic pills to give him, and she wants to check him again by the end of the week. Perfect timing, Blackie!
He's eaten a ton more of the food they gave us at the vet's office, but still no poops. I will watch for them with high hopes. It will help ease me into my emerging reality that revolves solely around poop and bodily fluids. (Because just having a job that revolves around them isn't good enough.) Also, once I get done cat-proofing the house, there will be no need for additional baby-proofing.
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On a whim, I decided to cut my bangs after a shower this morning. Michael says he likes them. I'm thinking... maybe I shouldn't have done that. Maybe if the rest of my hair wasn't so grown out and flat. Or if I'd done it at more of an angle. Or cut less of a swath. Thank goodness for barrettes in the meantime.
To figure out at which point the blockage is exactly, and how big, would require a full day's visit, and x-ray with barium contrast ($$). For now, they gave him IV fluids, antinausea and antibiotic injections, with the hopes that whatever it is is small enough to pass by itself once the inflammation subsides and the fluids rush through. If it doesn't pass, then surgery ($$$$). We have antinausea and antibiotic pills to give him, and she wants to check him again by the end of the week. Perfect timing, Blackie!
He's eaten a ton more of the food they gave us at the vet's office, but still no poops. I will watch for them with high hopes. It will help ease me into my emerging reality that revolves solely around poop and bodily fluids. (Because just having a job that revolves around them isn't good enough.) Also, once I get done cat-proofing the house, there will be no need for additional baby-proofing.
On a whim, I decided to cut my bangs after a shower this morning. Michael says he likes them. I'm thinking... maybe I shouldn't have done that. Maybe if the rest of my hair wasn't so grown out and flat. Or if I'd done it at more of an angle. Or cut less of a swath. Thank goodness for barrettes in the meantime.