August 15th, 2011

20111112, Marilee

Again Too Much Sleep

Again, I was late getting offline and I decided to start last Sunday's paper. The new one hadn't come by the time I was 3/4 through, so I went ahead and finished it. I packed everything up and went to bed and read until 9am. I set the alarm for 2pm, hoping that would get me up, but I don't remember turning it off. I woke up at 7pm.

Spirit left me a regular size clump yesterday, but only about a third of her normal size of poop. She doesn't want to sit on me. I read Monday's paper trying to get her to sit on me. I'm going to call the mobile vet tomorrow morning and if I don't get an answer, I'll go to one of the local vets (poor Spirit in a small carrier diagonally in the rolling cart). I think tomorrow is definitely time to take care of her. I can get groceries Tuesday.

I'm washing sheets and putting the clean set on, making the big cats come out here to sit, of course. Last night Junie lost her ball almost immediately. Loki just rolled over on his, maybe he wanted to keep it, but later when he got off the hed, he took it with him and Junie grabbed it. I figured it'd be lost again, but when I was setting cat blankies aside, I found it in Loki's safe place. I did go ahead and put it in the box.

I think there's a good chance I'm not going to finish the bookgroup book. I'm about a fifth of the way through now and I just don't care about any of it. If I'm too far back by Wednesday, I'll just read Asimov's to take with me and give out.

The total amount of people killed because of the falling stage is five -- four under the stage, and a stagehand on top of the stage who didn't die until last night.

The WashPost has a section called Outlook only on Sunday and has started having a "Five Myths about XX." Well, last week's was Five Myths about Mormonism. It's written by a Mormon woman and things don't sound so bad until Mormon women are second-class citizens, which she thinks is fine.
20111112, Marilee


I'm about to go to bed and I'll do my regular online stuff when I get up. Spirit hadn't had anything to eat or drink for a couple of days and then at 4am this morning, she couldn't stand up. I called the ER vet to tell them I was coming and that they had a file for her.

I had to put her in the little carrier and then slide it so the front was at the top into the rolling cart. I felt bad, but there wasn't anything else I could do. She yelled all the way over, but quieted down when I got her inside. I gave the clerk all the info and then the vet ER turned out to be one of my former neighbors and we talked about that for a couple minutes.

I gave him history as well as the recent stuff and he said she weighed 5.1 pounds when she should have been 6 pounds and he said he'd like to run some labs. I said of course, and I sat and talked with the clerk for a while. I should have brought last Tuesday's paper!

When he brought me the lab graphs, he showed me that the chem 7 was fine (I was worried she'd have renal disease, but that's okay) but all the 'cytes were up. He's pretty sure she has an infection, probably her bladder. So she got a batch of sub-q fluid and he brought me antibiotics to give her one a day and then bring her in for more labs next week. Well, I saw it was baytril and I told him about how I turned purple with the human version. He said he had another customer who had sneezed too much to breath when she gave her pet baytril, so I have to use gloves and a mask to give them to Spirit. I have those for other cat medical stuff.

When we got home, I held her in my right arm and petted her for about 30 minutes and she purred but then went to sleep. I put her in the bed and headed off for the grocery. She's still fine, so I'm going to sleep in the duvet in case she needs me.