cornerofmadness

So I had to get up early after a night of no sleep (thank you anxiety) to take Kanda to the vet to have his bad teeth yanked. An hour later they call and say they insist on retesting his kidneys because they weren't great last time. See me narrowing my eyes as that's a 100$ test. Yeah sure.

After that I go to the laundromat and to the library where I hide while the clothes do their thing. I couldn't figure out why tiny Jackson is suddenly like Cleveland traffic wise but it was packed and I had to cut cross country. Sharon the Librarian is talking to me as I pet her therapy dog. Of course she already knows my university is fucked and her comments were a blistering of how bad our board is. I'm like yeah.

I went to my coffee house and it's packed with teachers. Ah, so that explains the traffic. today was the last day of class (Since when? I never got out before June!!) at noon. They were celebrating but then in comes a man my age who must be the principle of the local h.s. because they're talking to him about graduation tonight and somehow they get on the topic of OU's branch campus in the area on the verge of closing and then about MY university. He said 'R. texted the board to tell them you can't have a university with just education and nursing students.'

I have NO idea who R. is (we have no prof with that name) but there you have it. The principle and others are like it's not a university any more. He flat out said he wouldn't send kids there any more because he couldn't trust it. That's the last nail in the coffin. If you can't even get the associate degree local kids, it's over. Sigh.

And when I get home the vet calls and goes 'Kanda isn't waking up as much as we want. Instead of five can you come at five thirty to get him OR we could keep him.' Maybe she didn't want to get accused of padding her bill more than she already did with the kidney test or more likely didn't want to have to be there watching him over the holiday but man she should have just said he HAS to stay.

I get there and he's on the floor in the back room, zoned, lying between a lab and a St. Bernard. His kidneys have gotten a little worse (sigh so taking him off the high protein didn't help). After all this, the bad teeth had already fallen out and all that was left was one broken one (me too buddy) but there was an infected gum and she had cleaned his teeth. She claims to have given a 21 lb cat a 10 lb cat dose. Maybe but I'm sure she did NOT give it to him in the morning when I dragged his fat ass there. He was so zoned she didn't want him in his travel box so I could keep an eye on him so he road in a blanket on the seat (also if you want me to do this tell me so, it's just lucky I hadn't removed the winter blanket from the car and I would have wanted to have plastic bags too to line the seats in case he vomited/peed. (he didn't)

She gives me instructions to watch him all night and give him maple syrup/karo syrup so his sugar doesn't drop as he's not allowed to eat. He has an antibiotic for the next day (and got it IV and had SubQ fluids too)So I drive him home and carry him. For two hours I was fairly sure he was dead. Finally he rolled over, fell out of bed and vomited, rolled on his back vomiting. I'm there like he's a drunk frat boy rolling him to his side so he won't choke. And he's vomiting blood (mostly from his mouth because she apparently cleaned his teeth with broken glass).

I drag him to the kitchen so he can vomit on the tile instead of the carpet and put him on his blanket there. He finally wakes up while I'm talking to

evil_little_dog He wants to pee but won't stay in the box if I'M the one who puts him there but he can't get in by himself. (turns out he had peed himself in his sleep anyhow and the SubQ fluids leaked out of his back too) At some point he SOMEHOW got on the back of the couch because he wanted me to hold him in as I talked. He got bored and staggered around the house like a frat boy on a Saturday night.

He's vomited in every room BUT the ones with tile flooring. He also cried his eyes out when I had the bedroom door shut (If it's shut and I'm on the wrong side of the door he cries because he knows I have it shut so he can't go under the bed and he's going in the box. I'm like dude, how much worse do you think your day is getting?)

He HATED the maple syrup. It was on my carpet. My feet. My hands. My pants. Everywhere but in his damn mouth. Hopefully I got enough in him to keep his sugar from dropping. At the end of the day this was 250$ pissed down the drain so he could have his teeth cleaned and he can't handle anesthesia (don't worry bubby I'm the same way. Always Ms Never Awake Up and Puke When I DO)