I am going to take today off. My sweet little Caliente, Cali for short, is very ill. She is in extreme liver failure. Yesterday, George made a flying trip forty miles north to the veterinary teaching hospital for diagnoses, a move suggested and arranged by our vet.
Her liver enzymes are twenty times what they should be. She is nauseated, not even keeping fluids down, eating not at all.
I will update you all as our family moves through this tough time. I will be giving her five different medications twice a day. I'm a nurse, and giving meds is what I do, but my patients rarely clamp their jaws shut, poke away with their foot long tongues, and chew on my fingers as I ram the pills down the throat. Nor can they spit out a pill that I have deposited to the distal end of the esophagus, just at the entry to the stomach, causing chew mark up to my elbows. Well, Cali does.
The docs say there is cause for hope, and we are hoping. And praying. And bargaining.
More later...
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