Lydy's Anarchist Revival Meeting
Arwen has never, in her entire life, been this upset with me. It's really quite disconcerting.
Just now, she got up on the bed. I had put a step-stool there to make it easier. Three times, she came close enough for me to pet her briefly and tell her that she was wonderful and beautiful. Each time, she looked at my lap like she was considering getting into it. But each time, she looked at the little kittens who were romping in the window with each other (teeny, tiny, terrifying kittens) and decided to retreat. I don't know if she would have settled in if there had not been tttk. But she didn't.
I miss my cat. On the other hand, she is pretty much acting exactly like herself, and she is moving pretty spryly, so that's all good.
The vet's office said that they hoped they would have results on the lumpectomy next week. So, there's that.
Meanwhile, I'll have to continue to court my own damn cat.
So, my smile generator came home today. The doctor said that the lump did not have any major blood vessels supplying it, so that's good. Malignant tumors tend to co-op a blood supply. On the other hand, we won't know anything for sure until the cytology is back. I forgot to ask when that will be. If it's like the last time, it'll be back the middle to late next week. As long as she was under, and it was just one tooth, he went ahead and extracted the tooth that has a cavity and is clearly sensitive to the touch.
She seemed kind of out of it. She did not immediately get in her carrier when it was opened up. This is the second time she has done this, and I'm not sure what's going on. Usually, cats understand that the carrier at the vet is the ticket home. Maybe she's totally taken against the carrier, though.
Most of her left side is shaved. The incision is somewhat meandering, and almost two inches long. The vet said that in cases like this, it's always best to go wide, so as to remove as much as possible in case it turns out to be malignant. She hasn't been fretting at her incision at the vet's, so they sent her home without a collar. Hopefully, we can continue to avoid the collar.
She at a little dry food, then went and hid under the bed. I'm not sure where she is now. David and I went out to lunch. Pamela said that she trotted around for a while acting like her usual self. I'm pretty sure she's angry with me. She gave me some pretty dirty looks.
But, she is home. She looks good (if slightly goofy, what with the asymmetrical hair do).
I missed her. I'm glad she's home, even if she is avoiding me.
So, my best cat, Arwen, has had a lump on her side. I took her to the vet, and the vet said it looked like the last one, was probably a sebaceous cyst, and that I could have cytology done if I wanted, but it was just as reasonable to just watch it. So, I watched it.
About 2 weeks ago, it suddenly got larger and harder. So I called and made an appointment. Due to the vet not being available, and then me not being available, we changed the appointment to this week. In the mean time, it went back to being like it was, same size and same hardness. So, today, I took her in to the vet. Since last night, it's gotten less than half the size, actually kind of hard to find. You'd think that would be good, right?
Well, no. Sebaceous cysts don't change in size and hardness like that. So, Dr. McMenomie thinks that it'll have to go. So, she's having surgery next Friday. They'll remove the lump (always assuming they can find it, eh?) and run cytology on it. They won't do the dental surgery she needs at the same time because they don't like leaving the patient under anaesthesia for very long. I'm not worried about the dental stuff. But I am worried about this damn lump.
So, that's the news from Lake Woebegone. Poor little kitten. Well, big kitten.
So. I have lost an entire weekend to being sick and stressed. This is annoying. However, I'm starting to feel recovered, just in time to go to sleep so that I can start my work week. Oh, for the days of paid sick time, so that I could spend one more day home in bed.
I took my last dose of meds ten hours ago. I don't hurt, and my nose is only slightly runny. My cough is very occasional. So, I must be almost better. Yay for that. What a waste of a weekend, though.
Good night, all.
Am hereby officially, emphatically, miserably sick. Runny nose, cough, body aches. Am so not making it to Mnstf today. I do not know if I will be able to make it to work tomorrow night. Time enough to figure that out, I guess. I feel weak and cross and would like to sleep more, but have slept for a huge amount of time, so my body has decided I should enjoy all these sensations while conscious. Stupid body. If only I could sleep until I was better. That would be better. Want to be better. Better...I appear to be rambling.
...and honestly, I was, kinda:
The polyp came back benign. They say removing it may prevent future cancer, and I have no idea what that actually means, but still. No cancer. We like that a lot.
So, added to my list of things that are not as fun as they sound: colonoscopy.
The prep was...it wasn't as awful as I was afraid it would be. They said I could put Crystal Light into the prep liquid, and I did, and I drank it very fast. It didn't upset my stomach, and it didn't taste like very much, so that was all good. But I got very, very, very, very cold. The nurse said that this was a common result. I've heard that warming the prep liquid helps with that, but the idea of trying to drink that much of that crap while warm is...daunting. Best tip: baby wipes. 'Cause after a while, toilet paper begins to resemble sand paper.
I don't remember the actual colonoscopy. They said I might not. I remember making some whimpering noises, and I remember thinking that I was doing that because I was in pain, but I don't remember the pain. After that, I don't remember anything at all. They tell me I get a real anesthesiologist next time. Evidently, I kept on forgetting to breathe.
They removed a 15 mm polyp. And they want me to go back in a year. I am really, really not happy about this. I was under the impression that this was a once every 10 years sort of thing. Grump. I think I will schedule my next one for July, and buy an electric blanket. I am not kidding about being cold.
Oh, anybody use the Crystal Light liquid thingies? I have some Ice Tea and Lemonade flavor left. One unopened Ice Tea, one partially used Ice Tea, and one partially used Lemonade. (Actually, the Lemonade is Cub's house brand, but it's got the same ingredients.) I won't use them in the normal course of events. I don't like aspertame. But I don't like the prep even more.
So, the little kittens are named Ninja and Nuit. But, of course, that's not what we call them. Or, not the only things that we call them. They are also called The Black Kitten of Death and the Starry Kitten of the Night, Brother Death and Sister Space, Death Boy and Space Girl, Brother Boy and Sister Girl, and of course the very traditional Get Down From There and Don't Do That.
I bought Ninja a new toy on a stick. He was ecstatic with it and promptly dragged it all through the house, and tried to jump up on DDB's desk still carrying it. I also got a new dangle to go on one of the other stick toys, since they'd pretty much chewed the entire mylar tassel off. So, he is dragging that one around, too.
All in all, they are still happy and healthy and terribly active. The big kittens (who have considerably fewer nick names, continue to be amiable interspersed with annoyed with the little kittens.
Good con. Had a lovely time.
When I got home, Arwen was clearly annoyed with me. She got up in my lap, but groused and groused. She kept on licking me and nibbling me, as if trying out the theory that I'd make a better snack than a companion. Then, she bitched but refused to make eye contact with me. Ninja hopped up on the bed and she hissed at him viciously, viciously enough that he noticed and left. After a half an hour of brushing, she mellowed out, and would make eye contact, and purr. She also touched noses with Ninja the next time he hopped up on the bed.
It's early in the morning and the little kittens are quite busy. Ninja has been in and out to say hello, but never long enough to pet. Nuit has ascertained that I have, in fact, returned, but is otherwise uninterested. Naomi has not made an appearance. Cats.
And now, to bed. Alas, I must miss fish because I have to work tonight. Le sigh.
Nuit is a very busy little person. I have no idea what it is that a little kitten might be busy _with_, but she is. Ninja is also pretty busy, but that mostly seems to involve knocking things over or dragging around one of his toys-on-a-stick. Nuit, Nuit, I'm not sure what she's busy about. But she is busy.
She has this adorable habit of rushing up to you and meeping piteously, very clearly asking to be petted. But, she's busy. So she only wants one pet. One stroke. And then she's off, at break-neck speed, to, well, whatever it is that she does. I can't quite tell which is more adorable, the insistence on being petted, or being too busy to stay still for it.