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Last day of the year.
I had plans (loose plans, but still plans) to only go as far as the laundry room (which is still in the building) for the next week. The week prior had been crazy busy with added travel, and I just wanted to stay home and marinate in my own crap.
So no shit, there I was calling the vet and putting on Real Pants™ because Sheldon has been throwing up an excessive amount (3-4 times a day) for the past week. If it was a few days and then a hairball was produced, no call needed. Similarly, if he was eating too fast and then upchucking, that's a him problem and not worth mentioning. This, though, this is worrying.
I have shaved my head, because a) my hair, even as short as it was, was starting to get on my nerves, and b) it's something I can control. I can't magically wish for Sheldon to stop yarking everywhere (including the coffee table on Saturday night and the couch last night); I can shave my head. I was in the process of uncovering my scalp and a glance in the mirror had me thinking, "there you are."
It's not much, but a shaved head is how I'm going to start 2025 and how I mean to go in through 2025. I think my days having a significant amount of hair are over for the time being. Maybe that will change as I get older, maybe it won't. For now, I will be bald and waiting for a vet appointment that neither I nor the cat want.
ETA: We're back from the appointment. Sheldon appears to be pretty healthy, all things considered. His weight is the same, he's not running a fever, his belly is soft. He's still pooping and peeing as normal. Because it could be thyroid OR liver OR kidney issues, I opted for an antinauseant to see if that clears things up instead of adding in blood work and a urine sample. Easiest thing first, right?
If he starts to vomit again, or becomes lethargic, or is put off his food entirely, then we're either off to the emergency vet (if tomorrow) or our vet (if Thursday). I have my fingers crossed that this will be enough.
I had plans (loose plans, but still plans) to only go as far as the laundry room (which is still in the building) for the next week. The week prior had been crazy busy with added travel, and I just wanted to stay home and marinate in my own crap.
So no shit, there I was calling the vet and putting on Real Pants™ because Sheldon has been throwing up an excessive amount (3-4 times a day) for the past week. If it was a few days and then a hairball was produced, no call needed. Similarly, if he was eating too fast and then upchucking, that's a him problem and not worth mentioning. This, though, this is worrying.
I have shaved my head, because a) my hair, even as short as it was, was starting to get on my nerves, and b) it's something I can control. I can't magically wish for Sheldon to stop yarking everywhere (including the coffee table on Saturday night and the couch last night); I can shave my head. I was in the process of uncovering my scalp and a glance in the mirror had me thinking, "there you are."
It's not much, but a shaved head is how I'm going to start 2025 and how I mean to go in through 2025. I think my days having a significant amount of hair are over for the time being. Maybe that will change as I get older, maybe it won't. For now, I will be bald and waiting for a vet appointment that neither I nor the cat want.
ETA: We're back from the appointment. Sheldon appears to be pretty healthy, all things considered. His weight is the same, he's not running a fever, his belly is soft. He's still pooping and peeing as normal. Because it could be thyroid OR liver OR kidney issues, I opted for an antinauseant to see if that clears things up instead of adding in blood work and a urine sample. Easiest thing first, right?
If he starts to vomit again, or becomes lethargic, or is put off his food entirely, then we're either off to the emergency vet (if tomorrow) or our vet (if Thursday). I have my fingers crossed that this will be enough.
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