Various health related matters
Jul. 31st, 2010 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenWhen Stuff happens in my life I tend to go into hiding, because that's how I cope. But then Stuff happens for a while and I end up more or less vanishing for weeks on end, which I realize is not good either.
I'm admittedly uncertain about what to say because in many ways I'm still in hiding mode. DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LOOK AT IT EVERYTHING'S FINE STOP MAKING BAD STUFF REAL. But the short version is that Mac's been sick. Is still sick. I'm putting the details here behind a cut because animals being less than happy upsets me and I'm sure I'm not the only one who's like that.
Basically about 2 weeks ago I noticed that Mac, who normally attaches himself to me like Velcro during all the times I'm 1) at home and 2) not currently dealing with Luna being attached to me like Velcro, was not hanging around. Long story short I immediately twigged this as being Not Good and brought him to the vet. Vet twigged it as Very Not Good of the kind called Liver Damage.
I'm skipping over a lot of details here because just talking (typing?) about it upsets me. But basically if I hadn't taken Mac to the vet, he would've died. He was at the vet for a week and a half, seen by a specialist, and again skippinng over details we came to a point of his official diagnosis being to get the results of a blood test this past Tuesday and, if his results didn't improve (which everyone, even the specialist, figured they would not) then it would be time to let him go.
You can imagine what this was doing to me emotionally. I'd like to take a moment here to give a shout-out to my AMAZING boss who, when I told him the situation, not only understood but allowed me to leave work an hour early each day so I could visit Mac in the ICU and give him love and cuddles. (Mac, not my boss. Much as I like my boss, there is no cuddling).
Assuming that Tuesday was going to be it, I arranged with my boss to work from home that day because I figured there was no way in hell I'd be able to keep my game face on at the office, but in the meanwhile having work to do would distract me. It turned out this was a good plan because late Sunday night I got sick. I thought it might be stress, but turns out it was a stomach bug of some kind (thankfully not as bad as the last one). I was able to work a truncated day on Monday, then had to haul my ass home when I realized I was spending more time either in or running to the bathroom than I was at my desk.
Then Mac's results came back and amazingly enough they had improved. Enough so that he was able to come home yesterday, which is where he is right now.
We are not out of the woods yet by a looooooooooooooooooooooooong shot. Any one little thing could go wrong and we're right back to Very Bad. I'm trying not to force myself to think too far ahead and to simply look at it moment by moment.
But with him being sick, and then me being sick, and the emotions and the everything - well to say that I'm low on spoons is a vast understatement. At this point I think I'm missing an entire silverware drawer.
Which is why I'm probably going to scuttle back into hiding again. But I wanted to let people know so they'd understand.
So... there we are. Now I go take care of Mac again.
I'm admittedly uncertain about what to say because in many ways I'm still in hiding mode. DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LOOK AT IT EVERYTHING'S FINE STOP MAKING BAD STUFF REAL. But the short version is that Mac's been sick. Is still sick. I'm putting the details here behind a cut because animals being less than happy upsets me and I'm sure I'm not the only one who's like that.
Basically about 2 weeks ago I noticed that Mac, who normally attaches himself to me like Velcro during all the times I'm 1) at home and 2) not currently dealing with Luna being attached to me like Velcro, was not hanging around. Long story short I immediately twigged this as being Not Good and brought him to the vet. Vet twigged it as Very Not Good of the kind called Liver Damage.
I'm skipping over a lot of details here because just talking (typing?) about it upsets me. But basically if I hadn't taken Mac to the vet, he would've died. He was at the vet for a week and a half, seen by a specialist, and again skippinng over details we came to a point of his official diagnosis being to get the results of a blood test this past Tuesday and, if his results didn't improve (which everyone, even the specialist, figured they would not) then it would be time to let him go.
You can imagine what this was doing to me emotionally. I'd like to take a moment here to give a shout-out to my AMAZING boss who, when I told him the situation, not only understood but allowed me to leave work an hour early each day so I could visit Mac in the ICU and give him love and cuddles. (Mac, not my boss. Much as I like my boss, there is no cuddling).
Assuming that Tuesday was going to be it, I arranged with my boss to work from home that day because I figured there was no way in hell I'd be able to keep my game face on at the office, but in the meanwhile having work to do would distract me. It turned out this was a good plan because late Sunday night I got sick. I thought it might be stress, but turns out it was a stomach bug of some kind (thankfully not as bad as the last one). I was able to work a truncated day on Monday, then had to haul my ass home when I realized I was spending more time either in or running to the bathroom than I was at my desk.
Then Mac's results came back and amazingly enough they had improved. Enough so that he was able to come home yesterday, which is where he is right now.
We are not out of the woods yet by a looooooooooooooooooooooooong shot. Any one little thing could go wrong and we're right back to Very Bad. I'm trying not to force myself to think too far ahead and to simply look at it moment by moment.
But with him being sick, and then me being sick, and the emotions and the everything - well to say that I'm low on spoons is a vast understatement. At this point I think I'm missing an entire silverware drawer.
Which is why I'm probably going to scuttle back into hiding again. But I wanted to let people know so they'd understand.
So... there we are. Now I go take care of Mac again.
