Aremid’s weight is “stable” at 7 pounds and 6 ounces, and since his T levels are stable, the vet has no further treatment course right now. I hate to pay for more blood tests, but I’ve got to figure something out. Even Aremid is doing relatively ok, I can’t deal with his urine output.
A 14-lb box of cat litter used to last me two weeks for two cats, many years ago. Now, a 25-lb box lasts five or six days.
This has been a problem for a long time, but it’s been a huge problem over the last couple of weeks. I’ve needed help with the ridiculous matter of procuring, scooping, and dumping cat litter, and I haven’t been asking for it. For every 25-lb box, there’s buying it, bringing it inside, pouring it, scooping it, and throwing a garbage bag full of it into the trash.
I was given very little in the way of instructions for recovering from my surgery. One clear instruction was to avoid lifting heavy objects, mainly anything over 14 pounds. I’ve now lifted “heavy objects” at least a half-dozen times in the past week or two. This may have something to do with lingering abdominal pain I’m having that isn’t responsive to my pain meds and makes me feel as if my old kidney is still there.
I know the obvious response is that I should’ve asked for help with X or Y. It’s seemed ridiculous, though. Come all the way over here to my house because I need help getting the trash bag into the trash bin. Come to Petsmart to help me buy cat litter. (Oh, there was Herman’s 30-pound bag of food, too).
I’m doing a really lousy job of recovering from this surgery. I keep putting off emailing my manager just to confirm that I’ll be back on Monday, because, I’m wondering if I can really make that commitment.
I never really got the kind of rest I needed.
And now…some recent photos of my excessive-urine-producing cat…resting on me as I attempt to rest…