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Torn Apart
Hissy has just gone in for emergency surgery.
The tumour they found in her abdomen--Stop. I know. But the concept of irony and its bitter funny? Just makes me feel sick right now--the tumour perforated her intestines. They not only need to get the growth out, they need to scrabble to repair as much as they can.
Even if all goes well, she is going to be in the hospital for days.
The SU's awkward--but still determined--persistence hit major affirmation today.
At the vet's, it was all no temp, no pain, nothing wrong, go home.
But I have been merciless nagging the SU to listen to instincts and feelings. They're not everything, but we have them for a reason.
Well. Even though I did not pomp back with an Alec Guiness 'I told You So', each time, or any time, some situ exploded and the SU ended up pacing in frenzy and self-flagellating with "I KNEW I should / shouldn't have..."
Even without the dub of Obi Wan, the SU did not back down. Probably rolling their eyes and snarking, the vet did an ultrasound.
Hello tumour!
And hello to referral to Brilliant Hospital: I was expecting you.
But even the good doctors were confused and horrified. The scans show this thing is ripping her insides apart. Yet she has no sign of fever or pain.
They just don't know my Hissy girl.
One Christmas Eve, we noticed her limping. Just a tiny bit. The SU decided she had just strained a paw somehow.
Then I caught a glimpse of her leg in brighter light...and totally lost my shit.
Her leg was black.
Not her fur.
Her SKIN was black.
Emergency vet visit immediately deployed.
(This is why our vets don't suck completely; they ENCOURAGE 24 hr access.)
Anyway, it turned out one of her claws had decided to curl back and grow INTO her foot. It had grown VERY deep into the pad of her paw, and the resulting infection got so bad that, yes, her whole leg was black. We never got a clear answer on just how much longer before she either died or lost her freakin leg. But, better not to know.
Her and pills is whole 'nother epic. It has given her both the nick--and the verb--'Linda Hamilton'....
Thing is, she has an established medical history of having a horrible condition, but showing no sign at all of fever or what should be excruciating pain.
I'd give them all some Lenore Eye, except I'm told some of them teared up for us.
As much as I'm sick over this surgery, I'm also dreading when she wakes up. Because I know she's going to be utterly terrified...and there is absolutely nothing I can do...
Fuck.
The tumour they found in her abdomen--Stop. I know. But the concept of irony and its bitter funny? Just makes me feel sick right now--the tumour perforated her intestines. They not only need to get the growth out, they need to scrabble to repair as much as they can.
Even if all goes well, she is going to be in the hospital for days.
The SU's awkward--but still determined--persistence hit major affirmation today.
At the vet's, it was all no temp, no pain, nothing wrong, go home.
But I have been merciless nagging the SU to listen to instincts and feelings. They're not everything, but we have them for a reason.
Well. Even though I did not pomp back with an Alec Guiness 'I told You So', each time, or any time, some situ exploded and the SU ended up pacing in frenzy and self-flagellating with "I KNEW I should / shouldn't have..."
Even without the dub of Obi Wan, the SU did not back down. Probably rolling their eyes and snarking, the vet did an ultrasound.
Hello tumour!
And hello to referral to Brilliant Hospital: I was expecting you.
But even the good doctors were confused and horrified. The scans show this thing is ripping her insides apart. Yet she has no sign of fever or pain.
They just don't know my Hissy girl.
One Christmas Eve, we noticed her limping. Just a tiny bit. The SU decided she had just strained a paw somehow.
Then I caught a glimpse of her leg in brighter light...and totally lost my shit.
Her leg was black.
Not her fur.
Her SKIN was black.
Emergency vet visit immediately deployed.
(This is why our vets don't suck completely; they ENCOURAGE 24 hr access.)
Anyway, it turned out one of her claws had decided to curl back and grow INTO her foot. It had grown VERY deep into the pad of her paw, and the resulting infection got so bad that, yes, her whole leg was black. We never got a clear answer on just how much longer before she either died or lost her freakin leg. But, better not to know.
Her and pills is whole 'nother epic. It has given her both the nick--and the verb--'Linda Hamilton'....
Thing is, she has an established medical history of having a horrible condition, but showing no sign at all of fever or what should be excruciating pain.
I'd give them all some Lenore Eye, except I'm told some of them teared up for us.
As much as I'm sick over this surgery, I'm also dreading when she wakes up. Because I know she's going to be utterly terrified...and there is absolutely nothing I can do...
Fuck.
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