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soniaI biked half an hour, dropped Basil off at Berkeley Dog & Cat Emergency Vet, and biked half an hour home. He hadn't eaten in 24 hours and has been gimping around like either his hips or his innards hurt for a while now, so I thought something might be seriously wrong. After all, he's 14 years old.
They kept him all day, faffed around in the evening with bloodwork, and finally I biked down at 7pm while it was still daylight and waited there for results. The vet called and said he has the bloodwork of a 4 year old cat. Yay! Just being a drama cat because I'm packing to move again.
They gave him fluids, prescribed an appetite stimulant (that you put in the skin of the ear rather than it being a pill, smart!), and failed to note the gabapentin refill I requested even though the vet approved it. I'll have to go back at some point because the vet had gone off duty by the time I was checking out and asked where it was.
I mean, good outcome. But tiring, irritating, and expensive.
I'm signing for a mortgage on a condo tomorrow evening. It's 1 bedroom, 1 bath, 3 blocks from where I used to live in Oakland and seems delightful, except not much storage. I'll be adding a bike shed in my unit's parking spot.
Turns out packing is a lot easier when it's a question of packing everything and some of it is still in boxes, rather than sorting and cleaning and choosing what to keep. Kind of like it's easier to pack going home from a trip than leaving. Going home.
They kept him all day, faffed around in the evening with bloodwork, and finally I biked down at 7pm while it was still daylight and waited there for results. The vet called and said he has the bloodwork of a 4 year old cat. Yay! Just being a drama cat because I'm packing to move again.
They gave him fluids, prescribed an appetite stimulant (that you put in the skin of the ear rather than it being a pill, smart!), and failed to note the gabapentin refill I requested even though the vet approved it. I'll have to go back at some point because the vet had gone off duty by the time I was checking out and asked where it was.
I mean, good outcome. But tiring, irritating, and expensive.
I'm signing for a mortgage on a condo tomorrow evening. It's 1 bedroom, 1 bath, 3 blocks from where I used to live in Oakland and seems delightful, except not much storage. I'll be adding a bike shed in my unit's parking spot.
Turns out packing is a lot easier when it's a question of packing everything and some of it is still in boxes, rather than sorting and cleaning and choosing what to keep. Kind of like it's easier to pack going home from a trip than leaving. Going home.
