posted on Wednesday, July 11, 2007 3:35 AM
by
Endie
Horrible
One of those very rare bits on my blog where I say something about me. What a horrible week. On Friday, I woke up with an ulcer on my cornea. This was sore, and the drugs have left my pupil constantly dilated, exacerbating the photosensitivity that was already occurring in what is the brightest, sunniest week of the year so far. Basically, though, that was just an uncomfortable inconvenience.
This morning, however, my cat, Renton, came through unsteadily at about 7am, mewling in a clearly uncomfortable way. He lay down on his side and didn't move, except to howl a little, and there was foam flecking his lips. His tongue and eyes were pale, and his breathing shallow.
I immediately drove him to the 24-hour veterinary practice on Mayfield Road, where they say that he may have a blood clot in his hind legs. This would not, apparently, be good at all. They put him on oxygen and fluids, and I was told to leave him there and phone back later today for news. If I was allowed to, I would have sat with him the whole day: after all, he is loyal to me in a way you would not believe with a cat. I am very lucky that I can afford to pay a 500 pound bill for such initial treatment and investigation: my heart breaks for those who would have looked at the quote with their own broken heart and known that they could do nothing.
You would not believe how upset I am.