It has been a long trying Monday. My nephew was still recovering from the Flu, so he was here again today, as well as my niece. Boy oh boy, she was some kind of brat today. I was pretty much done with the whole bunch of them by 10:30 this morning. Seriously. The afternoon was slightly better, though. After my niece took a good long nap.
Of course, just as things started to look up I remembered that I had to send Al (my cat, well, one of my cats) off to the vet. About a year ago I suddenly noticed he had lost a ton of weight. I mean, this cat was a horrible piggy, who ate anything he could and as a result, he got pretty heavy. Then suddenly he wasn't anymore. He just had a lot of extra skin hanging off him. So I took him in for a checkup and sure enough he had diabetes.
We put him on a special food but he was still insatiably hungry. He also went through 6 to 8 cups of water a day, and then some more at night. I did everything I could think of, including locking him in the bathroom, to keep him from eating anything but his special diabetes food. But he wouldn't stop. The little booger went as far as to get up in Lexi's face, while she was eating, and steal food right out of her hand. We're also constantly refilling the water dish.
The more real, off the bone, meat I feed him, the perkier he gets but he still drinks a ton and urinates everywhere.
I failed him. I didn't do enough. I should have tried harder. But he is too sick now, or probably is anyway. It's bad for him and it's bad for Lexi.
I also spent the entire day doing really gross Google searching and calling all of our clinics and hospitals. We had originally thought Lexi's skin problem was a staph infection, but it turns out it might not be after-all. A swab was done and it came back negative but that is not a 100% guarantee.
Our local doctors think it's a simple dermatological issue but I'm not convinced it's that simple.
So on top of the appointment with the Orthopedic doctor about the brace she's not tolerating, we have an appointment with an allergist, next week. It's a start. I'd have a dermatology appointment made for sooner than the one we currently have, the end of March, but halfway through all of my searches and calling all the clinics to track down a doctor, who could get us in but with a little more than 24 hours notice (because Todd can't take off work on such short notice and I can't drive), I broke down and started sobbing.
I had to call it a day at that point. I was too overwhelmed by everything. It was all just a little too much for a Monday.
Everyone, but me, is down for the night. I'm just sitting here trying to distract myself from thinking about my poor little kitty boy alone in that cold, dark vet hospital all by himself. Alone and probably with only days left to live.