Contingency
Jan. 3rd, 2021 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanI'm not sure that's exactly the word that I want, but it will do to go on with.
I mean to make more posts and more substantial ones, but I'm presently wildly amused by my efforts to get things done and thought I would chronicle the twisty path towards any accomplishments.
I got up, greeted the sun with great enthusiasm, pulled up blinds so the cats could enjoy it. I was up earlier than usual. I went ahead and took my famotidine, which works better if it's left to do its thing for about an hour before I try to ingest anything else (it's an H2 blocker for acid reflux). It was a bit early to go downstairs and give Ninja his "treat," which is a quarter can of Fancy Feast with a quarter teaspoon of potassium gluconate in it. He has some strange health issue that nobody has really figured out, but his potassium was low when they checked it, so he gets a supplement twice a day. I am doing this -- well, Raphael is doing the second dose of the day for me, bless her -- because Lydy went to a lot of trouble and expense to go to Cleveland to work, but ended up breaking her arm in a bicycle accident. David drove out there shortly afterwards to help her with daily life, leaving me in charge of cat care. Lydy is doing pretty well but won't be home for a little while yet.
Saffron also gets a medication twice a day, methimazole for hyperthyroidism. It was a very bumpy ride at first with a lot of anosmia and barfing, but things seem to have settled down. I put her half pill in a pill pocket, added some incidental food to cushion the effect and prevent more barfing, and gave it to her. I took a shower and washed my hair and got dressed. I had a cup of yogurt and the rest of my meds (four for blood pressue, one for blood sugar). This is a more medicalized household than I'd prefer, but at least we're all still here.
Ninja made an appearance on the other side of the upstairs kitchen door, yelling about how his treat was late. It was, but we are about to run out of his supplement. The vet said it was just fine for him to miss a dose and we could pick up a new supply on Monday. I was aware of the supplement's getting low in time to have arranged to collect it before the holiday weekend, but I didn't actually call the vet in a timely fashion, the existence of a holiday weekend having not made it into the scheduling part of my brain. So I thought I might give him his last dose later than usual so the wait for the next one would be shorter. It probably doesn't matter; the vet was very blase about it.
If Cassie is about when I give Saf her pill, she gets a couple of treats as distraction. She came out of Raphael's room as I was getting dressed, sniffing about and eying me narrowly. She knew she had missed out on something. So she started lobbying for actual treats, time for which happens around four in the afternoon.
I made and consumed a very large mug of tea, and figured that I had time to run down and treat Ninja and top off food and water bowls,plus petting anybody having a petting emergency (this is usually Nuit, but anybody might have one in the absence of both their human companions) before upstairs treat time. I used the bathroom and realized that I hadn't brushed my teeth, so I did that, which revealed that the hair catcher in the bathroom sink needed cleaning. I cleaned it, remembering in the process that I'd gotten the floor of the bathtub somewhat slippery with conditioner and had meant to scrub the tub out. I scrubbed the tub out.
By this time (a) I was hungry and (b) if I went downstairs Cassie would wake Raphael up demanding treats.
She is making mournful noises as I type, but since I'm awake she is making them at me.
Oh, wait, it's after four.
All right. I will treat the cats up here and have a belated -- ha, who am I fooling, this is about when I always have lunch these days -- have my lunch and then go give poor Ninja his own treat.
The sun was going down as I ate my leftover enchilada and on-sale perfectly-ripe avocado half. The snow didn't turn pink; probably there were no clouds in the right place.
I will try to post again sooner, and hope you are all holding on.
Pamela
I mean to make more posts and more substantial ones, but I'm presently wildly amused by my efforts to get things done and thought I would chronicle the twisty path towards any accomplishments.
I got up, greeted the sun with great enthusiasm, pulled up blinds so the cats could enjoy it. I was up earlier than usual. I went ahead and took my famotidine, which works better if it's left to do its thing for about an hour before I try to ingest anything else (it's an H2 blocker for acid reflux). It was a bit early to go downstairs and give Ninja his "treat," which is a quarter can of Fancy Feast with a quarter teaspoon of potassium gluconate in it. He has some strange health issue that nobody has really figured out, but his potassium was low when they checked it, so he gets a supplement twice a day. I am doing this -- well, Raphael is doing the second dose of the day for me, bless her -- because Lydy went to a lot of trouble and expense to go to Cleveland to work, but ended up breaking her arm in a bicycle accident. David drove out there shortly afterwards to help her with daily life, leaving me in charge of cat care. Lydy is doing pretty well but won't be home for a little while yet.
Saffron also gets a medication twice a day, methimazole for hyperthyroidism. It was a very bumpy ride at first with a lot of anosmia and barfing, but things seem to have settled down. I put her half pill in a pill pocket, added some incidental food to cushion the effect and prevent more barfing, and gave it to her. I took a shower and washed my hair and got dressed. I had a cup of yogurt and the rest of my meds (four for blood pressue, one for blood sugar). This is a more medicalized household than I'd prefer, but at least we're all still here.
Ninja made an appearance on the other side of the upstairs kitchen door, yelling about how his treat was late. It was, but we are about to run out of his supplement. The vet said it was just fine for him to miss a dose and we could pick up a new supply on Monday. I was aware of the supplement's getting low in time to have arranged to collect it before the holiday weekend, but I didn't actually call the vet in a timely fashion, the existence of a holiday weekend having not made it into the scheduling part of my brain. So I thought I might give him his last dose later than usual so the wait for the next one would be shorter. It probably doesn't matter; the vet was very blase about it.
If Cassie is about when I give Saf her pill, she gets a couple of treats as distraction. She came out of Raphael's room as I was getting dressed, sniffing about and eying me narrowly. She knew she had missed out on something. So she started lobbying for actual treats, time for which happens around four in the afternoon.
I made and consumed a very large mug of tea, and figured that I had time to run down and treat Ninja and top off food and water bowls,plus petting anybody having a petting emergency (this is usually Nuit, but anybody might have one in the absence of both their human companions) before upstairs treat time. I used the bathroom and realized that I hadn't brushed my teeth, so I did that, which revealed that the hair catcher in the bathroom sink needed cleaning. I cleaned it, remembering in the process that I'd gotten the floor of the bathtub somewhat slippery with conditioner and had meant to scrub the tub out. I scrubbed the tub out.
By this time (a) I was hungry and (b) if I went downstairs Cassie would wake Raphael up demanding treats.
She is making mournful noises as I type, but since I'm awake she is making them at me.
Oh, wait, it's after four.
All right. I will treat the cats up here and have a belated -- ha, who am I fooling, this is about when I always have lunch these days -- have my lunch and then go give poor Ninja his own treat.
The sun was going down as I ate my leftover enchilada and on-sale perfectly-ripe avocado half. The snow didn't turn pink; probably there were no clouds in the right place.
I will try to post again sooner, and hope you are all holding on.
Pamela
