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Oct. 28th, 2013 03:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanSo the doc gave me a script for something called serc. Apparently it is a histidine analogue. You know how when you have a cold you take anti-histamines? The opposite of that. So it makes me feel really crappy, but I can walk in a straight line now. For the moment I'm putting up with the side-effects because I am really really tired of being cooped up in the house. So today I travelled to work where I am feeling cooped up instead. I'm not entirely sure that's progress.
Feargal has been getting insulin shots since Friday and seems to be feeling a little better in that he's eating again. His liver is fucked though and there doesn't seem to be much they can do about that. Normal treatment is steroids and that is contraindicated for a diabetic - the vet ended up giving him a small dose anyway just because he's so bad. Darrell walked past his litter box the other day and said, "Uh, is his pee supposed to be green?" No sir, no it is not.
I have some feels about the notion that my sister's cat might also die from liver disease. I'm not sure exactly what feels for sure, because I have put them in a box and stashed them behind Axel's moldy records where I know I want have to look at them for at least a couple of months, but I still hear them growling occasionally.
Since I've been stuck working at home every day for over a week I've been dealing with contractors. (What do you mean, there are people who don't have to do chores when they're sick? You're so weird.) Squirrels have been getting into the front wall of our house and banging around like they're rehersing for a speed metal gig. So we called an exterminator for that. Plus I wanted to get a couple of quotes to see how much it will cost us to floor-proof our basement. Answer: More than we have. The contractors were all very polite and did not comment on the fact that I was clinging to the fridge for support the entire time I was talking to them. Maybe they thought I was just drunk.
So you know, not much going on over here. I have my ENT appointment on Saturday so I'm putting together a full history to give to him. It goes back a lot longer than I realized. On the plus side, that probably means that it's not being caused by something fatal, because I would have found out by now.
[ETA] OK, the serc side-effects have reached the head-clutching face-eater stage. I think I'm going to have to call this another failure.
Feargal has been getting insulin shots since Friday and seems to be feeling a little better in that he's eating again. His liver is fucked though and there doesn't seem to be much they can do about that. Normal treatment is steroids and that is contraindicated for a diabetic - the vet ended up giving him a small dose anyway just because he's so bad. Darrell walked past his litter box the other day and said, "Uh, is his pee supposed to be green?" No sir, no it is not.
I have some feels about the notion that my sister's cat might also die from liver disease. I'm not sure exactly what feels for sure, because I have put them in a box and stashed them behind Axel's moldy records where I know I want have to look at them for at least a couple of months, but I still hear them growling occasionally.
Since I've been stuck working at home every day for over a week I've been dealing with contractors. (What do you mean, there are people who don't have to do chores when they're sick? You're so weird.) Squirrels have been getting into the front wall of our house and banging around like they're rehersing for a speed metal gig. So we called an exterminator for that. Plus I wanted to get a couple of quotes to see how much it will cost us to floor-proof our basement. Answer: More than we have. The contractors were all very polite and did not comment on the fact that I was clinging to the fridge for support the entire time I was talking to them. Maybe they thought I was just drunk.
So you know, not much going on over here. I have my ENT appointment on Saturday so I'm putting together a full history to give to him. It goes back a lot longer than I realized. On the plus side, that probably means that it's not being caused by something fatal, because I would have found out by now.
[ETA] OK, the serc side-effects have reached the head-clutching face-eater stage. I think I'm going to have to call this another failure.
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Date: 2013-10-29 08:08 am (UTC)