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green_dreamsCan't sleep.
Went in to see Toby ~8:30. He was restless, and kept trying to back off the edge of the examining bench, so we put him on the floor. He didn't want any of the four types of food or the water the vet left with us to see if he'd calm down enough to try. Then he decided to try jumping back on to the examining bench, despite being tethered to the drip machine and IV via a small plastic tube. He was lifted up and put on the bench, and he actually seemed to calm down a bit. I suspect it was because the bench (being bare metal, it was cooler than the rest of the room, and I think his fever had come back by that point).
Then he threw up. Copiously. Which is really kind of frightening, since he hadn't eaten in twenty-four hours and it consisted of nothing but bile and spit.
They ran bloodwork and X-rays. Bloodwork is mostly normal. X-rays show something in his abdomen and gas in his intestine; they'll keep him safe through the night and do another X-ray in the morning to see if they can determine what it is.[1] Then... we'll see, I guess.
Marna, Ian, note is inside front cover of book on kitchen table. Thank you both so much.
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[1] One of the *huge* advantages of dealing with humans over cats, as I understand it, is that you can do exploratory surgery without it being nearly so likely that they will die from the anaesthetic. Hence, cutting Toby open to see what the hell's wrong is not the immediate next step.
Went in to see Toby ~8:30. He was restless, and kept trying to back off the edge of the examining bench, so we put him on the floor. He didn't want any of the four types of food or the water the vet left with us to see if he'd calm down enough to try. Then he decided to try jumping back on to the examining bench, despite being tethered to the drip machine and IV via a small plastic tube. He was lifted up and put on the bench, and he actually seemed to calm down a bit. I suspect it was because the bench (being bare metal, it was cooler than the rest of the room, and I think his fever had come back by that point).
Then he threw up. Copiously. Which is really kind of frightening, since he hadn't eaten in twenty-four hours and it consisted of nothing but bile and spit.
They ran bloodwork and X-rays. Bloodwork is mostly normal. X-rays show something in his abdomen and gas in his intestine; they'll keep him safe through the night and do another X-ray in the morning to see if they can determine what it is.[1] Then... we'll see, I guess.
Marna, Ian, note is inside front cover of book on kitchen table. Thank you both so much.
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[1] One of the *huge* advantages of dealing with humans over cats, as I understand it, is that you can do exploratory surgery without it being nearly so likely that they will die from the anaesthetic. Hence, cutting Toby open to see what the hell's wrong is not the immediate next step.
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Date: 2005-05-20 01:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-20 01:27 pm (UTC)Good luck.