SATURDAY
I did sleep in a little bit and was a bit lazy and loafed around watching TV and spent time with Ms. Gator. I eventually got up and had something to eat, showered and got dressed. I tackled the two tasks that I really wanted to accomplish. The first was getting the hose reel in the garage and putting the hose on it. That was super easy. The second was replacing the GFCI outlet. That was difficult and I was quite sweaty but I accomplished it. Not exactly sure who built this place but from the day we moved in to present there has always been some interesting surprises. Not sure who wired this outlet but it looks to me like they did a horrible job. My electrician passed away (referring to my late spouse) so I can’t ask him for sure but from my take it looked sloppy. I was amazed that I actually replaced the outlet, tested and confirmed it worked. It’s still active and the GFCI has yet to trip. The outlet isn’t fully mounted in the wall, that still needs to be done and the cover put back on. I was out of steam and just said I’ll put that on the list of things to do (someday). No one comes in contact with it but me and there isn’t any liquid near by so I feel reasonably safe with my decision.
I had to shut the power off to the whole house because I didn’t know which breaker served the outlet and I am not as brave as my late spouse to work on a live circuit. Gator was highly upset and we got into it. I hit her gently with my shirt and that scared her and also made her quite angry with me. It took hours to get her to calm down and earn my trust. She ran to the basement at one point and that’s where we were able to make up. I carried her up the stairs and feeling that she was about to start squirming with those claws in my bare chest I knew it was best to put her back on the steps. Then I passed out some food and all was forgiven. You’re not supposed to hit a cat and I felt bad but I acted in anger because she wouldn’t shut up. She didn’t want anything but to raise hell with me for being out in the garage for so long and neglecting her, plus all of the UPS (uninterruptable power supplies) beeping along with the alarm panel probably drove her a bit crazy.
I had cooled off and time got away from me. I put on a fresh shirt and headed out to grab a bite to eat. I opted for Red Lobster. I had a car on my ass and got confused and turned a bit early. The quickest way to get to the road I needed to be on is to cut through a local college campus. It’s a mammoth place and if you don’t know where you’re going you can get lost. That marks the second time I got lost on that campus. I had to turn around and enter from the way am used to in order to get going. That added about 15 minutes time to my trip. I started yawning when I was about ½ way there and that’s not something I do typically when I am behind the wheel. When I got there, I was surprised that there was a long waiting line. I checked in and waited a half hour for a table. Everyone was a bit confused as to why it was taking so long because there were plenty of open tables but that is because of COVID and having to space everyone out, plus they were probably short staffed as most places are these days. As I was entering the last 15 minutes of my time in line, a guy named Charlie walked in. He looked like he could be a Good Time Charlie and we could have had some fun, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was with his girlfriend and her parents. He didn’t want to sit next to me but eventually his girlfriend insisted that he sit down. I liked watching him regardless. He was smart and checked in on the app so his wait time was much shorter than mine, plus there was a larger party. My cell phone has lousy reception there and while I got the text message that I was on the waiting list, I didn’t get the text for when my table was ready, which caused the host to start verbally paging me. Then there was confusion because they thought for some strange reason there were two of us when there was just me. It took another 10 minutes for a waitress to take my order. I was a bit scared of ordering alcohol because I know it makes me sleepy and I was tired as it was. However, I threw caution to the wind and placed my normal order. Enjoyed the Pina Colada even though there was no Pineapple garnish. It was quite refreshing. It was lacking in TLC in that you could tell whoever made it rushed through it. Still, it was good just not as good as normal.
When I finished up and settled the check, I returned to my vehicle only to find that it was pouring rain. That wasn’t terribly fun to drive in but I made it. Some people feel the need to drive faster when it rains but I am not one of those people. I don’t drive much slower than normal unless it’s a monsoon, which it was not. Just a steady rain for a few miles. It would stop and then I would run back into it again as I wound my way home.
I walked in the door and there was my Gator greeting me and happy to see me. Of course, she wanted more food, which I happily passed out. I had bigger plans for last night in getting tasks done around the house but I was really exhausted between the heat and the frustration of working on the outlet it just zapped the life out of me. I spent the evening with Gator watching TV.
Bed time approached rather quickly as you would imagine. I gave Gator the benefit of the doubt but knew that she would turn into a pest as soon as I was in slumber land. I was right and had to remove her from the room. Then I fell back asleep.
SUNDAY
I woke up at 7a but managed to get back to sleep for a bit longer. It was a little after 9a when I rolled out of bed and she was right outside the door waiting on me and happy to see me. I knew that she wouldn’t be terribly happy with me eventually because today was vet visit day. I prepared her as much as I could in advance. I brought out the carrier and she is so nosy and curious that she had to go climb into it. Would she do that when it was time to leave, of course not. I had to fight with her to get her loaded up. I almost forgot her stool sample, which was in the fridge of all places. I did wind up forgetting my phone but we were pulling out of the driveway when I realized it and just opted to keep on going.
We got another freezer for an exam room but it wasn’t the same one as last time. There is good and bad. So, she has lost weight, ounces and not pounds. The vet said that she was dehydrated and that could account for the weight loss. I expressed some concern for her kidneys because she has had a couple times where it looked like she had fluids based on her urine output. The pred will make her kidneys work harder and that of course will contribute to a shorter life. That’s the bad and good. Based on the documentation I got for the visit it seems as if the vet is still on the fence to say if this is IBD or if it’s Lymphoma but she didn’t express that concern when she was in the room. I don’t like those little surprises. However, I still feel like my time with Gator is limited and that she may not make it the full 2 years that I am hoping. I am thinking we are down to months but that is based on what my gut is telling me. I don’t have the feeling like I did a couple weeks ago where it would be imminent in losing her that day. I talked with the vet about decreasing the pred and she said we can try a ½ of a pill to see how she tolerates that. I now also have to give her fluids once a week to help her kidneys. I’ve done the fluids routine before and am not afraid of it at all. My wallet wasn’t prepared for the cost but hey it is what it is. A bag of fluids for Momma 2 years ago was $55 and that was just for the bag. Now they sell the same thing for $65 but they include the IV catheter and don’t sell it separately. I tried to talk them out of that but it didn’t work. Needles are $1.65 per needle and the vet wants me to use a new one each time. I’ve had that speech before but I have also been told you can use the same needle more than once since it’s the same cat. Confused, yeah, I know. I have used the same needle two or three times. When fluid won’t flow out of it that is when I changed it. Not certain as to what I will do this time.
We weren’t in and out as fast as I would have liked but it was considerably faster than last time when we camped out for hours on end. This was also much simpler just checking to see how she was progressing rather than trying to chase down a problem. I got her home and she bolted out of the cage. We don’t have to return until 1 month from now. I booked a Saturday appointment and changed vets, just to see if I get a different opinion or vibe.
She is back to not eating all of her food, it’s been that way for a day. She still eats the meat but she still loves the gravy. The pet food store didn’t have a super wide variety so I was limited on flavors I could get her. I am going to pick up some additional cans in different flavors at the store tomorrow. I am a bit concerned that we are slowly on the path to return to the path we were on with rapid food consumption all the time and no ability to satisfy the hunger. However, she is still making solid waste so perhaps it’s just a flavor thing or so I hope. I don’t want to go backwards with her I want to move forward – it’s all about positive progress.
I have given her fluids and she was a bit squirmy with me, which her siblings & mother acted in the same manor. The odd thing about the fluids is you have to pinch the skin to give it time to clot, if you don’t some but not all of the fluid will leak out. I really wish it was an injection instead of an IV drip. One horrible task down. The other one will be her pill, which she still fights me on but is doing a great job of taking.
I took care of the normal house work, dishes are going and so is the laundry. Gator is resting in her new cat bed on the couch and she looks so cute and comfortable in it. I am glad that she likes it.
In typing all of this out I just have this overwhelming sadness about her that I am watching her die a slow death. She is 17 and I keep reminding myself of that all the time. That is old for a cat and I am blessed that she has made it this far and with minimal trips to the vet. Time is not on our side anymore and coming to terms with that isn’t easy. I can’t imagine life without her. Like I mentioned earlier I know that I am most likely going to have to make the call eventually to end her life and that decision seems so wrong to be in my hands. I am qualified to do a lot of things but ending a life isn’t one of them. It has a great psychological and moral effect on me. It just feels so wrong even though in many cases it is the right call to make. I cherish every moment I have with her. I only hope that I can be more adept at interpreting her needs and wants so that I can keep her as comfortable as possible. There is no obvious pain but I do wonder sometimes when she cries if it’s not pain but I am mistaking it for old age and being lost or confused. I can only see life through my eyes and not in hers. In many ways I wish that I was able to see life from her eyes. Animals do not know death; they have no fear and that is not true for humans. As for now we just keep on marching to the beat of the drum with fluids once per week, the lower dose of medicine and hope & pray for the best. I do really wish that I wasn’t alone that is part of what makes this all the more difficult to deal with, but it’s not like I had the thought that death would some how bypass Gator. While I don’t want to live without her, I know that she would be unable to survive long term without me. Therefore, it is my prayer, wish and desire that she go before I do. I am fortunate in that I get to be with her 24/7 and don’t have to leave for work. I like the fact that she is more tolerant now of my being in the basement and that I don’t have to stick to her like glue. I can also take a shower in peace, that is comforting and refreshing. Hopefully, this new combo of treatment will work for her long term and maybe, just maybe I will get the 2 years out of her that I am hoping for.
Moving on from depression city, my plans for tomorrow are to hopefully wake up early get some breakfast out, hit up the grocery store, gas up the vehicle. Maybe step out for a burger or maybe stay home. Try to weed out some junk/spam email at work and get myself psyched up for the hell that is about to hit me on Tuesday when I return for what I am certain of will be a very painful and labor-intensive day if not week. Busy makes the day go by but crazy busy is what I am hoping to avoid. I don’t want to quickly burn out. The break was nice, not long enough nor what I had anticipated. I was fortunate in that I was left alone no one bothered me. I reached out to talk with a co-worker mid-week because I saw someone high profile left. I thought they were fired but found out that they instead resigned, which was sad but a little more comforting. I also will return to working with HR on my accommodation to continue working from home, really not looking forward to that at all. Governmental political bullshit is something I have no tolerance for because it boils down to stupidity and that just frustrates me to no end and I do quickly lose my temper. I am eager for the weekend to get here again but sadly it will only be a two day pause. Kind of nice to have one last day in my time away before returning. Today feels much like a Saturday instead of a Sunday.
I did almost forget to mention that I left and went for a pizza this afternoon. I tried a new super thin crust and hated it because they made it too thin. The cheese, pepperoni & sausage was all good but way too hot and I now have to wait for the skin to regenerate on the roof of my mouth. I burnt it pretty good and more than once. That will teach me to switch things up, back to deep dish it is. Costs more, you get less but it is so good and quite filling! The drive was nice and I only saw one police car that was on the side of the road with a semi-truck. I thought that to be abnormal with this being a holiday weekend. Sometimes I go and there are lots of police but mostly it’s sparse and you see a couple here and there and then there are other times when you don’t encounter any at all. I had a joker pull out in front of me as I was leaving the pizza place, we got on the same route and then I watched them drive even worse, I put some distance between us and they were no longer a problem or threat to me. I didn’t see them wreck but the thought of having another accident even if it wasn’t my fault was frightening. I’ve been through enough with my automobile and certainly don’t want to be in another accident anytime soon.
I do hope that you had a great weekend and that you will enjoy the extra day off. Perhaps get together with family/friends or maybe you’ll just chill at home. Wishing all the best for you! Take care and we shall talk again soon. Thanks for stopping by!