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Thursday night I had to run out to a meeting, and instead of closing up my computer armoire, I just left it open. Maxie and Scooter, the little darlings, caught a mouse and let it run under the desk, and between the 3 of them they pulled out my video card from the computer. I had to wait until tonight for my son to come fix it. Talk about withdrawal. Thursday night I walked around moaning and groaning, I have no computer. My life is on my computer. I had to actually watch TV!
Friday I had another dr check up, and a real fight with him this time since I was running a temperature for the first time since all this started a couple weeks ago. I could not get a breath, and could not walk 50 without gasping. My BP was sky high, and when he asked did I have chest pain, and I said yes because my back was out of joint he hit the roof. Had to have an EKG right away. Which proved I had not had a heart attack like he thought (as he said, not that I am at risk for one or anything) but it was abnormal, which he attributed to the effort it took to breathe. So, we went head to head, and he finally gave me a whopping shot of Kenalog and sent me home with antibiotcs, more asthma meds, a chest xray and instructions to get my A** to a hospital if I still felt like this on MOnday. I told him for the first time in my life I wasn't buried under medical bills, and I couldn't afford a hospital unless I were dying. Anyway, the kenalog worked by the time I got home, I can get the deepest breath I have been able to take in months. IN fact, I keep forgetting to breathe deeply because I forgot how!! Not good news tho, my sinus infection is killing me, the antibiotics are doing nothing, still have a small fever, earache and sore throat. So, I am calling tomorrow and asking for new meds, but no hospital!!!!!!!!! My SIL Scrapbook Lady calls me a female Mark, her DH. Says I sound just like him. It runs in the family!! I know too many people came home froma hospital sicker than they went in. ONe friend nearly died from a staff infection she caught there after surgery. NO WAY!!!!!!!!!
My best friend, the ones who stay with me all the time, just called, from Houston. Her 38 year old daughter was rushed to the hospital with severe chest pains. No one knows how, but she had a ruptured aorta. She lives in Denver, and they could not find a surgeon who would take her case, so they called all over the country and found one in Texas, and they rushed her there. They didn't think she was going to make it, but she came thru the surgery all right and is in intensive care for the next week. Scary!! This girl and her 3 sisters spent so much time at my house when they were kids, and my son at theirs, that he told his kindergarten teacher he had 4 sisters. Teached called me in to talk about his wild imagination since records showed he was an only child!
Kitten update for Mary Ann--I had a roast beef sandwich for lunch, and took him some leftovers. He had been eating from my hand for a while, but has been hissing at me if I try to touch him. In fact, last night he bit me when I tried to touch him. This afternoon, I sprawled spread-eagled on the porch, and put a paper with the roast beef between my legs. He had to come within touching distance to get to it, and every time he did, I would touch his ear, or back. Finally, I reached up and gave the base of his tail a good scratch. His eyes flew open wide and his tail went up and he started kneeding. Then I moved up and scratched his ears. Wow, did he love that!!! He leaned his whole head in my hand and purred. I scratched him for about 10 minutes, then he let me pick him up and cuddle, purring the whole time. He jumped down, but came back and let me pick him up again. This time he was done, and ran off and played. I just tried again to pick him up to show TJ when he was leaving, but he wasn't having any scratching without food!! I am still trying to make the decision what to do now, I don't want to take him to the vet, only to have to leave him there if I do have to have a hospital stay. I don't even know who would feed the big guys, my son could come once or twice, but not every day, and I don't know if I trust my neighbors. Another reason I am not going. .
Thursday night I had to run out to a meeting, and instead of closing up my computer armoire, I just left it open. Maxie and Scooter, the little darlings, caught a mouse and let it run under the desk, and between the 3 of them they pulled out my video card from the computer. I had to wait until tonight for my son to come fix it. Talk about withdrawal. Thursday night I walked around moaning and groaning, I have no computer. My life is on my computer. I had to actually watch TV!
Friday I had another dr check up, and a real fight with him this time since I was running a temperature for the first time since all this started a couple weeks ago. I could not get a breath, and could not walk 50 without gasping. My BP was sky high, and when he asked did I have chest pain, and I said yes because my back was out of joint he hit the roof. Had to have an EKG right away. Which proved I had not had a heart attack like he thought (as he said, not that I am at risk for one or anything) but it was abnormal, which he attributed to the effort it took to breathe. So, we went head to head, and he finally gave me a whopping shot of Kenalog and sent me home with antibiotcs, more asthma meds, a chest xray and instructions to get my A** to a hospital if I still felt like this on MOnday. I told him for the first time in my life I wasn't buried under medical bills, and I couldn't afford a hospital unless I were dying. Anyway, the kenalog worked by the time I got home, I can get the deepest breath I have been able to take in months. IN fact, I keep forgetting to breathe deeply because I forgot how!! Not good news tho, my sinus infection is killing me, the antibiotics are doing nothing, still have a small fever, earache and sore throat. So, I am calling tomorrow and asking for new meds, but no hospital!!!!!!!!! My SIL Scrapbook Lady calls me a female Mark, her DH. Says I sound just like him. It runs in the family!! I know too many people came home froma hospital sicker than they went in. ONe friend nearly died from a staff infection she caught there after surgery. NO WAY!!!!!!!!!
My best friend, the ones who stay with me all the time, just called, from Houston. Her 38 year old daughter was rushed to the hospital with severe chest pains. No one knows how, but she had a ruptured aorta. She lives in Denver, and they could not find a surgeon who would take her case, so they called all over the country and found one in Texas, and they rushed her there. They didn't think she was going to make it, but she came thru the surgery all right and is in intensive care for the next week. Scary!! This girl and her 3 sisters spent so much time at my house when they were kids, and my son at theirs, that he told his kindergarten teacher he had 4 sisters. Teached called me in to talk about his wild imagination since records showed he was an only child!
Kitten update for Mary Ann--I had a roast beef sandwich for lunch, and took him some leftovers. He had been eating from my hand for a while, but has been hissing at me if I try to touch him. In fact, last night he bit me when I tried to touch him. This afternoon, I sprawled spread-eagled on the porch, and put a paper with the roast beef between my legs. He had to come within touching distance to get to it, and every time he did, I would touch his ear, or back. Finally, I reached up and gave the base of his tail a good scratch. His eyes flew open wide and his tail went up and he started kneeding. Then I moved up and scratched his ears. Wow, did he love that!!! He leaned his whole head in my hand and purred. I scratched him for about 10 minutes, then he let me pick him up and cuddle, purring the whole time. He jumped down, but came back and let me pick him up again. This time he was done, and ran off and played. I just tried again to pick him up to show TJ when he was leaving, but he wasn't having any scratching without food!! I am still trying to make the decision what to do now, I don't want to take him to the vet, only to have to leave him there if I do have to have a hospital stay. I don't even know who would feed the big guys, my son could come once or twice, but not every day, and I don't know if I trust my neighbors. Another reason I am not going. .
Just be careful that he doesn't bite you again. He IS still feral, and I'm sure you know that cat bites can cause lots of health problems. Scritching just above the tail and near the ears are two of Pucci's favorite places, too.