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we're gonna need guns. lots of guns.
I had to take the cat to the vet for her thyroid levels to be tested a couple of weeks ago. The results came back, thyroid is fine. However, her liver enzymes were elevated where they'd previously been fine. Also she'd lost 0.1Kg.
(I feel like a lot of fuss was made over this! She's weighed a lot less than this in the past, and this is the first time she's lost weight in a year and it was point one of a fucking kilo).
So the vet said maybe there was a problem, here's some meds. And she gave me antibiotics and some other stuff. Jinny happily ate food with the antibiotics in, but would not touch her food if the other thing was in it. This is not unusual, as she was the same with worming tablets.
ANYWAY. Took her back on Weds. She has put the weight back on, but her liver enzymes are still not great. Vet says ideally she should go for a scan, at the big surgery, fourteen fucking miles away. I literally cannot take her for this, no matter how important it is because:
1. I don't have a car, and it's a twenty or so minute journey IF the traffic is good, which is seldom.
1a. The surgery is in a shitty place with legit nowhere to park.
2. The same journey on public transport takes nearer an hour and I don't want the cat to be cooped up for that long.
3. There is no-one who can or will look after my mum for me while I'm out, because fuck knows how long I'd be out for.
I explain some of this to the vet I spoke to on the phone, who offers me some alternatives. I ask if I can have a think about this because other overwhelming shit is also happening, and I can't process this right now. She says okay.
I go to the vet the next day to tell them what my decision is. The vet I speak to is a different one from the one I spoke to on the phone, and she tries to fucking guilt trip me not once, but three times into taking Jinny for the scan. Even after I explain that no, my cat is all right to me, and I LITERALLY CANNOT DO THIS FOR COMPLEX REASONS.
The more I think about it, the more I think she's the same one who tried to guilt trip me into the radioactive therapy for the thyroid problems.
So yeah, I already feel like a shitty pet owner as it is (regardless of whether I am or not, because yay stupid guilt complexes), and this? On top of other things I am dealing with? Making me feel 900% worse thanks vet lady.
Honestly, if I didn't think it was such a hassle and it wasn't further away, I'd go and register with another vet, because I sure as hell don't like being manipulated into taking a certain plan of action. Or feeling like I'm being manipulated. Mind you, not that I know the other vet will be any better, but I don't like this.
Anyway, I'm taking Jinny back in a month (as well as attempting to give the other medicine, which will be fun) to have another blood test to see how her liver enzymes are doing. I honestly think she'll be fine. I think they jumped the gun, and I don't think the scan will reveal anything.
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In other news, I have started playing Saints Row The Third, and I don't know if I like it or not. It's pretty awesome having Laura Bailey be my player character's voice, though (not that i'm biased or anything).
(Troy Baker does one of the male PC voices so of course I am going to have to replay with a male character because uh ~reasons~).
The whole thing makes me think of The Sims crossed with a shooter (because the setting/the character models remind me very much of The Urbz, which I played a lot of way back when). This is not a problem, but if only my aiming skills were better, and I remembered to get the heck behind cover.
Also I wish it would be more clear about your objective in certain missions. I failed a couple several times in a row because the game failed to inform me of what it wanted me to do. I mean yeah, I don't mind not having my hand held, but jeeezzzz, how about you give me a bit more of a clue?
Also also, highly amused that the first and then third(? I think?) missions reference Keanu Reeves films (Point Break and The Matrix, respectively).
Anyway, I don't know how I feel about it, apart from it makes my neck ache in the same way Skyrim does and that's unfun.
(I feel like a lot of fuss was made over this! She's weighed a lot less than this in the past, and this is the first time she's lost weight in a year and it was point one of a fucking kilo).
So the vet said maybe there was a problem, here's some meds. And she gave me antibiotics and some other stuff. Jinny happily ate food with the antibiotics in, but would not touch her food if the other thing was in it. This is not unusual, as she was the same with worming tablets.
ANYWAY. Took her back on Weds. She has put the weight back on, but her liver enzymes are still not great. Vet says ideally she should go for a scan, at the big surgery, fourteen fucking miles away. I literally cannot take her for this, no matter how important it is because:
1. I don't have a car, and it's a twenty or so minute journey IF the traffic is good, which is seldom.
1a. The surgery is in a shitty place with legit nowhere to park.
2. The same journey on public transport takes nearer an hour and I don't want the cat to be cooped up for that long.
3. There is no-one who can or will look after my mum for me while I'm out, because fuck knows how long I'd be out for.
I explain some of this to the vet I spoke to on the phone, who offers me some alternatives. I ask if I can have a think about this because other overwhelming shit is also happening, and I can't process this right now. She says okay.
I go to the vet the next day to tell them what my decision is. The vet I speak to is a different one from the one I spoke to on the phone, and she tries to fucking guilt trip me not once, but three times into taking Jinny for the scan. Even after I explain that no, my cat is all right to me, and I LITERALLY CANNOT DO THIS FOR COMPLEX REASONS.
The more I think about it, the more I think she's the same one who tried to guilt trip me into the radioactive therapy for the thyroid problems.
So yeah, I already feel like a shitty pet owner as it is (regardless of whether I am or not, because yay stupid guilt complexes), and this? On top of other things I am dealing with? Making me feel 900% worse thanks vet lady.
Honestly, if I didn't think it was such a hassle and it wasn't further away, I'd go and register with another vet, because I sure as hell don't like being manipulated into taking a certain plan of action. Or feeling like I'm being manipulated. Mind you, not that I know the other vet will be any better, but I don't like this.
Anyway, I'm taking Jinny back in a month (as well as attempting to give the other medicine, which will be fun) to have another blood test to see how her liver enzymes are doing. I honestly think she'll be fine. I think they jumped the gun, and I don't think the scan will reveal anything.
~
In other news, I have started playing Saints Row The Third, and I don't know if I like it or not. It's pretty awesome having Laura Bailey be my player character's voice, though (
(Troy Baker does one of the male PC voices so of course I am going to have to replay with a male character because uh ~reasons~).
The whole thing makes me think of The Sims crossed with a shooter (because the setting/the character models remind me very much of The Urbz, which I played a lot of way back when). This is not a problem, but if only my aiming skills were better, and I remembered to get the heck behind cover.
Also I wish it would be more clear about your objective in certain missions. I failed a couple several times in a row because the game failed to inform me of what it wanted me to do. I mean yeah, I don't mind not having my hand held, but jeeezzzz, how about you give me a bit more of a clue?
Also also, highly amused that the first and then third(? I think?) missions reference Keanu Reeves films (Point Break and The Matrix, respectively).
Anyway, I don't know how I feel about it, apart from it makes my neck ache in the same way Skyrim does and that's unfun.
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Urgh urgh urgh. :(
I hate it when vets try to guilt trip people.
I had to explain to a vet that I live alone, have chronic hand/wrist pain, severe fatigue, and COULD NOT give my elderly cat twice-daily or three-times-daily pills for the next 10 years non-stop while she struggled and resisted. It was simply not possible - my hands would get so bad that I wouldn't be able to
a) drive my powerwheelchair
b) open door handles
c) use my computer.
And still, the vet PUSHED.
I later found out that the pills would have fixed the short-term problem, but almost certainly would have given her kidney disease in a few years, and that would have been a whole OTHER set of pills and injections. :(
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I'm so sorry *offers hugs*
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