a little better, all the time.
We took the kitty to the emergency vet on sunday, and they gave her subcutaneous fluids (since kitties don't do I.V.s) and gave her a shot to help settle her tummy and let her sleep. On the way home, her nictitating membrane (the white inner lid that comes over the eye from the inner corner) was already a quarter of the way out. She was fighting so hard to stay awake, poor darling. By the time we reached home, she INSISTED that she be put down so she could walk into the house. (Don't worry, she wears a harness and a leash when she's outside.) She stumbled into the house, leaning against every available wall. Luigi said she staggered into the bedroom and fell down under the bed and passed out. Poor kitty. We left and had dinner with some friends, and when we came home, she was awake and scratching at the bedroom door to be let out. As soon as we opened the door, she went straight to where her food and water should have been, and came back and gave us a look that said "god dammit, what did you do with it?" She was still walking kind of spraddle-legged, not her usual one-foot-straight-in-front-of-the-other grace. I forgot to pick up her cup in the bathroom (yes, she has her own cup of water in the bathroom. Did I never mention that she's spoiled?) and she was drinking before I remembered to pick it up. But she kept it down, and then when Luigi fed her, by hand, she was bititng his fingers. She's much better now, I expect her to be chasing Tony all over the place again very soon.
I've had surgery, been home, and slept a whole lot. The kitty has been keeping me company, which really isn't usual for her. But this morning she crawled under the covers between us.
Surgery was ok, I guess. I slept through it all, as they intended. When I woke up in the recovery room, I was distressed. All the stress finally had an unobstructed outlet, I guess. But I woke up some more, and my head cleared. I noticed the sound of another woman moaning, and without thinking, I responded to her. I was saying, "Don't worry, honey; it's ok; it will be allright" things like that. The nurses kind of giggled at me. One asked the other what was going on and they said I was nursing the lady next to me, and they just laughed that smiling laugh. I don't know why I did it, there was no thought to it, just a response to someone else's discomfort and distress.
When I can drive again, I will try to visit her in the hospital. 'Cause I said I would.
So there you go.
