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Medical triumph (of sorts) and rattie woe
Oct. 22nd, 2007 01:27 pm...Crap. I, uh. I don't know what icon to use with this post anymore. Maybe blue...? Yeah, that sounds good. Blue.
Okay, so! First things first! I haven't read it yet, but this is all over my f'list and needs to be even more all over my f'list/the internet/etc. If you don't already know what it is, give it a click and find out, it should be happy-making.
On the more sad-making side of the force, my pet rat Ford is sick. Kinda rather sick. Kinda rather almost maybe very sick. He's sluggish and has bad coordination and doesn't wanna eat and can't keep his face clean very well. Took him to the vet last night, where they ruled out lung infection via an x-ray, so the doctor thinks it's probably neurological, and we're thinking a brain infection. We've got my boy on antibiotics and steroids, and hopefully those'll help him get up to snuff soon-ish. The other possibility for what it could be is brain cancer/tumor, which is highly worrying, especially since I've had him and his brother less than a year. I was expecting to be able to go at least a few more months before I had to start worrying about really serious, debilitating illnesses.
I keep crying when I stop to think about it, so I've been trying to avoid doing that except in the most abstract ways possible, but it's hard. While I've lost pets before, I've never lost one that's been really mine, and it hurts pretty bad - especially because I don't know how much I should hope for yet. Should I plan for the worst and then feel guilty about it if he pulls through (or even if he doesn't), or should I take a more optimistic approach and hope for him to get better and then be pretty much crushed if he doesn't? I do have the barest outline of a plan of what to do for Arthur should things not go as hoped, but I have no idea what to do emotionally. I guess I'll just have to do the best I can.
Fight the good fight, Ford. I love you.
And now I'd better go see about passing the multiple choice part of an exam and then failing the practical part.
Okay, so! First things first! I haven't read it yet, but this is all over my f'list and needs to be even more all over my f'list/the internet/etc. If you don't already know what it is, give it a click and find out, it should be happy-making.
On the more sad-making side of the force, my pet rat Ford is sick. Kinda rather sick. Kinda rather almost maybe very sick. He's sluggish and has bad coordination and doesn't wanna eat and can't keep his face clean very well. Took him to the vet last night, where they ruled out lung infection via an x-ray, so the doctor thinks it's probably neurological, and we're thinking a brain infection. We've got my boy on antibiotics and steroids, and hopefully those'll help him get up to snuff soon-ish. The other possibility for what it could be is brain cancer/tumor, which is highly worrying, especially since I've had him and his brother less than a year. I was expecting to be able to go at least a few more months before I had to start worrying about really serious, debilitating illnesses.
I keep crying when I stop to think about it, so I've been trying to avoid doing that except in the most abstract ways possible, but it's hard. While I've lost pets before, I've never lost one that's been really mine, and it hurts pretty bad - especially because I don't know how much I should hope for yet. Should I plan for the worst and then feel guilty about it if he pulls through (or even if he doesn't), or should I take a more optimistic approach and hope for him to get better and then be pretty much crushed if he doesn't? I do have the barest outline of a plan of what to do for Arthur should things not go as hoped, but I have no idea what to do emotionally. I guess I'll just have to do the best I can.
Fight the good fight, Ford. I love you.
And now I'd better go see about passing the multiple choice part of an exam and then failing the practical part.
