ZombiWatch 2014

ZombiWatch 2014

On the 8th, I posted about my first emergency trip to the vet. Little did I know, the whole thing was not over.

Not by a long shot.

We had a good weekend of normalcy, when, suddenly, shit went sideways again. No vomiting this time, just incredible congestion and lethargy.

This was on the 13th.

On that day, I purchased a humidifier, a bunch of really strong-smelling wet food, and a squeezy-bulb dosing thing. Also, some kitten milk. Because I wanted to get SOMETHING in her. Because I knew this was bad.

But, with her refusing to come out from her closet hide, and the breathing not improving with liberal humidifying…I called the vet again.

Another emergency visit. And bad news: a fever of 106.

So began my week of hell.
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MyDogTag.com

I left my last therapy appointment with some paperwork about breathing exercises to derail anxiety [which only seem to work some of the time] and the beginnings of a very strange urge.

I didn’t quite have any idea what that urge was at the time, but it eventually came to me: I wanted new dogtags.

My old ones disappeared at some point. They were standard military issue, which makes me very nervous about the fact that they’ve disappeared…and they just didn’t identify me anyway. Not now.

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Not exactly the best day ever.

I woke up at four or five this morning because Zombi was making the most awful noises. Noises sorta like her regular ‘lonliest kitty in the world’ meows, but somehow more horrible.

Something was not right.

I go out to check on her, and find two little puddles of slightly frothy white kitty-puke. That special grossness that happens when they have nothing in their stomach to bring out. Shortly after that, she brought up more.

A few hours ago, I found the first vomit of the night. With my foot. So that was totally pleasant.

So, off to the emergency vet. No getting dressed for the outside world. I did not care. My cat was sick, and it seemed very bad.

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