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waterswordI wish I could sleep comfortably on my back, specifically because it would give the gherkin an extra eight hours to cuddle me, but we both must settle for her curling up against my spine (I'm a side sleeper).
conulyandrewduckerdurham_ramblershewhomustdurham_rambler began to feel unwell. In retrospect, he has had a lingering overnight cough for several weeks, and has begun complaining of shortness of breath, in terms of being less young and less fit than he was: but by the small hours of Wednesday morning, he was coughing constantly, gasping for air, sweating - bad enough, in short, that we called an emergency ambulance, and by five a.m. we were in A&E.durham_rambler this afternoon, when visiting is permitted: one of his colleagues from the City of Durham Trust has just phoned to offer me a lift, and I have accepted, with much gratitude (there are buses, but this is so much easier).durham_rambler if there was anything I could bring him this afternoon, and he asked for his shoes. I refused: they are heavy, and he doesn't have much storage space. He clearly anticipates being sent home at any minute, and I take this as a good sign: not because I think it likely, but because it means he is feeling much better. I'm sure when he is discharged, it will be without warning (and he will need door-to-door transport, so he'll be fine wearing his slippers); and I know that they can send him home with a portable oxygen cylinder. But I suspect they'll want more of a diagnosis than You seem to have a chest infection, let's see if it responds to antibiotics... andrewduckersine_nomine
mdlbearToday I am grateful for...
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[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a blue bow tie, is tucked under a black folding chair. He’s hunkered down, ears tilted out to the side, looking generally unhappy. ]
Loiosh has had Strong Opinions about the vet office since the time, a bunch of years back, when someone poked a nerve while giving him a shot. I can’t blame him, that HURTS.
I’ve had no luck getting him reconciled to going since then, either. I guess the memory of pain is harder to overcome than the memory of fear. Ahh well; maybe the monthly visits from now on will help.
The January visit did NOT help. He spent a bunch of time at the door, but not with the desire to cause problems on purpose like SOME PEOPLE I COULD MENTION; he just wanted OUT. The blep was simply good luck on my part.
[ Loiosh is standing at the door to the exam room, looking very impatient, except for the part where he’s in the middle of licking his nose and his tongue is all curled. ]
But this visit was worse than most.
Why is that, you ask?
[ Loiosh is laying in the cat stroller, facing the back, ears stuck out to the side. Most of the shot is taken up by his hinder parts. ]
What horrible fate awaited him on this day?
[ A closer view of Loiosh’s head, He’s stubbornly turned his face away from the camera. His ears are angry. ]
He hadda get his EARS CLEANED.
[ Loiosh has finally turned to face the camera, with the most pitiful look on his face. Both ears are still flat but at this angle the damp fur around each one is especially noticeable. This has NOT been a good day. ]
& then the next day when he realized I was gonna KEEP cleaning his ears EVERY DAY?
ANG ER EY (up until he realized how much it was helping & nagged me to do it the couple times I forgot)
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