Tuesday, February 28, 2012

A Pisser

Just when you think you've made it through the toughest week, month, year and it feels like things are starting to level off -- BAM! Another kick to the nuts.

Or in this case a blow to the pisser.

Poor little Derville had to be rushed to the emergency room Sunday for a urinary blockage! Poor guy was just sitting in his litter box straining away for hours Sunday morning and then licking himself like a mad man. After we googled "my cat can't pee" and "my cat keeps licking his penis" we realized this was some serious shit. I must say the emergency vet was absolutely useless and in fact, probably almost killed Derv with this crazy pain killer concoction. I can't emphasize how bad the medication acepromazine is on animals. Derv couldn't even walk and his eyes were rolling back in his head. We gave it to Clancy once when he was sick and it was a bad scene. B.A.D. Some of the scariest animal behavior I've ever seen has been on this shit. SHIT! So please check when you get pet meds for sick fury friends. If you have a choice, get something else. We have "NO ACE" written all over the charts now.

Anyway, we took Derville to our regular vet Monday and he was realllllly bad. He had not peed in 24 hours! They immediately catheterized him, unblocked the crud, and drained his bladder. Doc said there was so much blood in his urine, it didn't even resemble urine. We caught it just in time. He stayed last night and will stay again tonight. His kidney levels were so high yesterday that the monitor wouldn't even register them. They were down a lot today (at least measurable) but still seriously high so he's staying at the hospital one more night with an IV to flush out the toxins and catheter to get the junk out.

We should get our boy back tomorrow, but this happening so soon after losing Clancy is really difficult. It feels like re-living a bad dream. It's hard to stay positive and not run with worst-case scenarios. It's hard to imagine that everything will be alright -- because that hasn't been the trend. Jason is so great at finding the encouraging parts and sticking with them. Me -- not so much.

But I'm working on it.

Anybody know where the line is between being a Pollyanna and being a black-hearted bitch?

PS. Heard this on the radio this morning. Forgot what a great song it is.

"Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town" by Pearl Jam

i seem to recognize your face
haunting, familiar, yet i can't seem to place it
cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
lifetimes are catching up with me

all these changes taking place, i wish i'd seen the place
but no one's ever taken me

hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...

i swear i recognize your breath
memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
me, you wouldn't recall, for i'm not my former
it's hard when, you're stuck upon the shelf

i changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate
perhaps that's what no one wants to see

i just want to scream...hello...

my god it's been so long, never dreamed you'd return
but now here you are, and here i am

hearts and thoughts they fade...away...
hearts and thoughts they fade...away...

hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
hearts and thoughts they fade...

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