Friday, September 29, 2023

The simplest thing tires me out

I really don't know how much longer I'm going to be on antibiotics, but I am well and truly tired of taking them three times a day. Using the inhaler makes me dizzy, because you have to hold your breath between the two doses. And ick. And I'm not kidding about how tired I am. I took a slurp of coffee, and before I swallowed it, I fell asleep. It's just a damned good thing my choking reflex is good or I would have inhaled some.

Isis has found the best spot to catch some ray to solar charge. The telescope box next to the antique altar table. Even on a cloudy day, she can catch some UV to warm her up.

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The simplest thing tires me out

category: illness, health, isis, kitten

I really don't know how much longer I'm going to be on antibiotics, but
I am well and truly tired of taking them three times a day.  Using the
inhaler makes me dizzy, because you have to hold your breath between the
two doses.  And ick.  And I'm not kidding about how tired I am. I took a
slurp of coffee, and before I swallowed it, I fell asleep. It's just a
damned good thing my choking reflex is good or I would have inhaled some.

Isis has found the best spot to catch some ray to solar charge. The
telescope box next to the antique altar table.  Even on a cloudy day,
she can catch some UV to warm her up.

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Thursday, September 28, 2023

Not too much happening

Still recovering from upper respiratory infection. I don't mind taking the antibiotics, but that steroid inhaler makes everything taste funny, even if I rinse and brush.

Been thinking at lot about Loki. I miss him so much, but I'm so grateful that the last few weeks, he would seek me out, and I would make a blanket bed on my desk for him, or he would snug up to my leg on the footstool. I think he was seeking me out for whatever comfort as only his human could give him. 

I'm still having trouble reconciling a otherwise healthy cat getting oral cancer.  But I knew on that day, I had to let him go, no matter how much heartache it gave me.

I remember telling him, when I first picked him up at Cat Haven, some day you're going to break my heart.

Ok, let's see if this works

I have followed the instructions that Typepad support gave me, regarding
being able to use a '3rd party' program, rather than posting via their
webpage.

I know this works for WordPress. Not too sure about Blogger. Posting a
blog entry should not be so laborious!

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Sunday, September 24, 2023

Posting an entry to your blog shouldn't be a chore

For years, I have more than one (long story that, but it boils down to I have some people I keep in touch with each one) and I had been using Semagic to post to all of them by clicking on "Post entry".

But programmer stopped updating Semagic, WordPress changed their api, and blogger did something else, and Typepad also changed, so I used Windows Live Writer. Worked great, but then MS decided to not update it, and it stopped working on the three blogs mentioned above.

Then came Open Live Writer. It worked great for years, and still does, but now TypePad intermittently blocks it for 'security reasons'?  

Until Typepad gets their sh*t together, it's not going to see much posting from me. (I might end up copying and pasting this to TypePad, but not gonna hold my breath as do whether or not they get their collective shit together.

I know it's part of recovering

But I went from a chest ripping, rib cracking, choking cough that needed antibiotics and a steroid inhaler, to a nagging 'get that crap up and out' cough that leaves me just as exhausted.

On the 'silver lining' aspect: Wing and Alan are out of the house, having lunch with MiL. I'm having a bit of peace and quiet, and no helicoptering.

Saturday, September 23, 2023

It's been a crap week

Last Sunday, when walking around a corner to MiL's favorite noodle house, I walked into a thick cloud of cigarette smoke. In one day, I went from an asthmatic with seasonal allergies to having a severe upper respiratory infection.  The high fever gave me something else, too, but hey, gotta keep something out of the public.

Of course, my GP Dr H was on vaycay (Grand Finals) and I couldn't get an appointment with the doc covering his patients.

I put a call out to the group mind, aka Facebook, to ask what to do.  And I got results. Doctor's on Demand. Only irritation I had was I paid for a 15 min video consultation, and got a 4 min 15 second phone call.  Regardless, I did get the needed antibiotics, and BONUS! a steroid inhaler.

I am feel physically better (still coughing, but no blood anymore), but I also at the same time feel so much pain. This is the first time I have been seriously ill and not have Loki there with me.  I haven't been able to rest/sleep during the day, because he isn't there. He would curl up next to or on me, emitting a low rumbling purr until I fell asleep. He would be there when I woke up. Wing and Alan keep telling me to go take a nap, and I just put on the proper face, smile and say not sleepy. I run myself into exhaustion so when I do go to bed, the pain because of the empty place where he should be fades. Only to have to go through it again another day.

Tuesday, September 5, 2023

I got an email from PRA

They informed me that Isis' sibling, who was adopted 4 weeks before we got Isis, died of FIP and Isis might have been exposed.
This is not the kind of news one wants to hear.

Especially after making an appointment for our vet to give her a once over, and have her vaxxes recorded there. Isis was her wriggly squirming self when I told the vet about the possible exposure to the feline corona virus which can develop into FIP. Some blood was taken (*that's another horror story in itself) after putting her in a "twilight sleep" via 'The Box", because she wriggled too much.

Got a phone call from the vet this morning that the testing lab said there is no way to text for feline corona virus, and that typically a positive FIP test comes from testing the fluid in a distended/swollen abdomen.  And with the way Isis was so bright, squirmy, wriggly, trilling, if she was exposed the same time her sibling was, she would have had symptoms by now. All is well.

*The horror story: while waiting in the vet's waiting room, a nurse comes out, thrusting this limp, head drooped, tongue hanging out, floppy thing that was supposed to be Isis at me. No pet carrier, just the above.

I swear, I stopped breathing for a few minutes. I saw her head rear back, eyes unfocused. I 'curled' her up, and held her firmly.
 
Turns out there was an emergency in the back, and they had to do a resuscitation. She started coming to, and she had claws out. We got our pet carrier back, and Wing managed to get her back into it, and she recovered from the "Twilight sleep".