I’m home again after spending another two hours at the vet this morning. I was tube-fed Thursday evening at the vet, and on Friday and Saturday at home. I was also trying to eat on my own and choking because the tube was gagging me. On Sunday Mommy stopped the tube-feeding since I was eating well enough by mouth. The tube is now out, and what have I been doing ever since I got home? I’ve been eating. I won’t show you the other side of my neck because it’s shaved bald, and I have a boo boo where the tube was. It’s good to be back.
I am not having fun. My kitty is sick. Chase got sick nine days ago and stopped eating. He was congested and wheezing and gurgling but not sneezing. He first went to the vet a week ago today.
He saw a different Doctor than the one we usually see. He diagnosed an upper respiratory infection and put him on doxycycline and said he’d probably be eating by that evening. When cats can’t breathe or smell, they won’t eat. He told us to call on Monday and he mentioned a magic number to worry about – 5-7 days without food and the cat’s body starts to shut down and they could die.
By Monday he still wasn’t eating so I called back. The vet told us to give it another day (like he would magically begin eating) and suggested I stop to pick up some special food and a probiotic he called “kitty crack”. He was sure he’d be eating by that evening.
I called on Tuesday, angry because he still wasn’t eating. I was asked by the receptionist, “do you want an appointment or something?” I might’ve gotten snarky with her and said, “well, I don’t want my cat to die” in a less than friendly tone. I was then asked if I had a doctor preference. I asked for our regular doctor and took the cat back in.
Our regular vet did blood work and tested his blood sugar because he’s a diabetic. She gave him an antibiotic injection, an anti-nausea medicine and an appetite stimulant. She was sure he’d eat.
We got home and he pawed at the cupboard, begging for food. I tried to feed him and he walked away. I offered him three different kinds of canned food and seven different kinds of dry food. Nothing.
I called the vet crying on the way to work on Wednesday. She said we could give it another day because the blood work showed his liver levels were still good. Then she called me Wednesday evening at home, wanting to talk about possibly inserting a feeding tube. Since the cat is only seven, my family wanted to proceed with the surgery.
I dropped him off Thursday morning and picked him up Friday afternoon. He now has a esophagotomy tube inserted in his throat, and we feed him liquefied cat food by tube. What a nightmare. It took me 40 minutes to mix up and make the food this morning. I think I will have to throw my blender out when we are finished with making cat milkshakes in it. The parts and pieces all have a greasy, fish-scented film on them. Once it’s mixed, it has to be strained through a gauze cloth to get any lumps out. That’s a joke, too, and not as easy to do as it sounds. Feeding him isn’t much fun either. You can’t just inject the 30 ml that they’ve started him out on. You have to do it slowly, and they told us to take 30 minutes to feed him the 30 ml. He doesn’t care much for the process, and frankly, we’re not excited about it either. It took two to help hold him during the first feeding. The second feeding went a bit better until he threw up on my bed. I have that liquefied cat food smell stuck in my nose.
He has to go back to the vet daily to have his bandaging changed. I took him back for the first time this morning. By the time we got there, the bandage was shredded because he’d been scratching at it, trying to get it off. He’s been trying to eat regular food – dry food, wet food and treats. When he bends and tries to eat, the bandage is tight enough that it made him gag and throw up. Today at the vet they took out the suture holding the tube in place, thinking that maybe that was pulling and making him scratch. They also loosened the bandage some. It appears that his gag reflex is pretty high, and he’s feeling the tube in his throat. I brought him back home again, and when he came out of the carrier, the tube (supposed to be sitting on his back) was hanging down in front of him, banging into his leg when he walked. I called the vet, and they said it should be okay, just try to keep putting it towards the back. While I was talking to them, the Telfa pad came loose and was hanging down on his chest. The Telfa pad was supposed to be underneath the outer bandage and supposed to be wrapped around the base of the feeding tube where it goes into his neck. So he went right back into the carrier and right back to the vet where they put the suture back in to hold the tube in place.
So we are hoping that this feeding tube experience is over with sooner rather than later. It is definitely not a fun process. I want my healthy kitty boy back.
Lead (Stage Dive Series #3) by Kylie Scott tells the story of the lead singer and older brother in the fictional band Stage Dive. Jimmy Ferris is a mess. He’s recently out of rehab, and he doesn’t trust anyone nor does he let anyone get too close to him. He can’t be trusted on his own so the band and management have hired a sobriety companion/assistant for him. The only trouble is he goes through assistants like water. He fires them or they quit because he’s so difficult to work for and be around for twenty-four hours a day. Lena Morrissey is working as a temp administrative assistant for the band and is about to be let go for mouthing off to their crotchety manager. It’s suggested that Lena be paired up with Jimmy. Lena is a no-nonsense type of girl and she’s not having any of Jimmy’s nonsense. Being around someone as handsome, charismatic and troubled as Jimmy day in/day out is difficult for Lena. One minute she is fighting toe to toe with him, and the next she’s fiercely defending and protecting him. It’s not long before Lena has real feelings for Jimmy, and that’s something that Jimmy can’t handle.
Like the other two books in this series, this one kept me up reading all night long again. I was determined to get to the happy ending. This one was written differently than the other two books. Because Jimmy is such a mess, he is a harder character to get to know. It takes a long time for Lena to earn his trust, and even when his own feelings for Lena begin to grow, he still pushes her away. Jimmy doesn’t really know what love is. There were times in this book when Jimmy was a complete jerk and totally unlikable. I kept reading because I liked Lena so much. I’m really enjoying this series and will hate to see it end with book #4.
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