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wookiemonsterWhat a day...
So, last night, TomTom was looking a little thinner and it looked like he hadn't eaten anything for about a day. Mom and I worked on getting a little bit of food in him with a spoon, but we got almost as much food in his fur. I was up until 3AM trying to get him to eat and being worried. Finally, I took a tranq and got some sleep after calling out of work. This morning, I took him back to the vet after calling up there to report his lack of appetite.
Dr. Lon checked his temperature to make sure he wasn't suffering from a secondary infection, and since that turned out okay, he's figuring that TomTom's intestines are just that inflamed. So, he doubled the dose for one of his meds - medrol - and also kept him for a few hours to tube feed him to make sure he got in a good meal before sending him home. And they sent him home with feeding syringes. I figure I'll leave some food out for him and also syringe-feed him daily for the next few days. Hopefully by then, he'll feel more like eating on his own.
And with the extra food, his leaky butt is improved. As in, less leaky. Which is good, since I went ahead and mopped the floor in here and will change out some of the protective towels.
Geebus, looking at him now, he looks a little better with having had just the one meal.
An interesting thought crossed my mind earlier: people who have had pets most of their lives - and who are in tune with them - I wonder if they're also pretty good with kids. And by kids, I mean babies. I mean, veterinarians are better doctors because they have to pick up on subtle, species-specific cues to diagnose their patients, and most of their patients also try to hide illness. So, I'm wondering if people who have pets are at all more in tune with human babies, when they're sick, what their moods are, and so on...
In related news... Rocky is visiting TomTom a little more often and the hissing, while not gone completely, has gone down in frequency and intensity.
Still in related news... I managed to stress myself into a massive GERD attack today. Mer. Yup, I'm a little wuss. Hell, I teared up a little when I got the news that this wasn't cancer and just really bad intestinal inflammation.
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So, last night, TomTom was looking a little thinner and it looked like he hadn't eaten anything for about a day. Mom and I worked on getting a little bit of food in him with a spoon, but we got almost as much food in his fur. I was up until 3AM trying to get him to eat and being worried. Finally, I took a tranq and got some sleep after calling out of work. This morning, I took him back to the vet after calling up there to report his lack of appetite.
Dr. Lon checked his temperature to make sure he wasn't suffering from a secondary infection, and since that turned out okay, he's figuring that TomTom's intestines are just that inflamed. So, he doubled the dose for one of his meds - medrol - and also kept him for a few hours to tube feed him to make sure he got in a good meal before sending him home. And they sent him home with feeding syringes. I figure I'll leave some food out for him and also syringe-feed him daily for the next few days. Hopefully by then, he'll feel more like eating on his own.
And with the extra food, his leaky butt is improved. As in, less leaky. Which is good, since I went ahead and mopped the floor in here and will change out some of the protective towels.
Geebus, looking at him now, he looks a little better with having had just the one meal.
An interesting thought crossed my mind earlier: people who have had pets most of their lives - and who are in tune with them - I wonder if they're also pretty good with kids. And by kids, I mean babies. I mean, veterinarians are better doctors because they have to pick up on subtle, species-specific cues to diagnose their patients, and most of their patients also try to hide illness. So, I'm wondering if people who have pets are at all more in tune with human babies, when they're sick, what their moods are, and so on...
In related news... Rocky is visiting TomTom a little more often and the hissing, while not gone completely, has gone down in frequency and intensity.
Still in related news... I managed to stress myself into a massive GERD attack today. Mer. Yup, I'm a little wuss. Hell, I teared up a little when I got the news that this wasn't cancer and just really bad intestinal inflammation.
Calvin and Hobbes
Brewster Rockit
Non Sequitur
Real Life Comics
Basic Instructions
Sheldon
Ctrl+Alt+Del
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Dork Tower
Posted at LiveJournal and Dreamwidth
