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Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
Friday, January 28, 2005
Get Well Soon, PLEASE!!!
We (Tigger and I) left the house at about 8am. We just got home at 6pm. (nope, not working tonight!) I would probably have a nervous break down. I went and picked up HH on the way there for moral support. We made it there right on time. I pretty much gave Dr.NaNuNaNu (his name is Robin Williams) the run down about the past month. He said that I would have to leave her there for a few hours while he does bloodwork, gets results, and gives her an IV.
HH and I decided to just go to Mom's and wait there instead of spending 3 hours in Wal-Mart. We went back to pick her up. I spoke with Dr. NNNN and he's thinking that she has a kidney disease. He said that she's been a sick kitty for a while. This didn't just come out of nowhere. What I want to know is why in the fuckity fuck fuck did the dr. that removed her tumor tell me that all was fine? You stupid, FUCKER!!! Don't think for half a second that my ass isn't going to be on the phone with him in the morning at 8am asking questions, screaming, and maybe even threatening a lawsuit! And, I'm sooo not fucking around here! If dr. dumbass would have found this, we could have at least started her on meds like Ummm 20 FUCKING days ago!!! I want to scream! Aaahhh! (just did, now my throat hurts. ha.) He sent me home with some meds. I have to give her 10cc's of calcium, an antibiotic, and protein twice a day. He said fuck the Gatorade and to give her sugar water every hour. (6cc's) Oh, and all while still force feeding her. Needless to say, Miss Tigger isn't very happy with me at this moment in time.
Anyhow, this is where the shittyness starts. I have to take her back monday at 10am. If she hasn't improved, we're going to start more meds. If after that, she's still not feeling better, OOOOH, I must make "the decission" whether to have her put to sleep or not. I asked him today that even if the meds do work, honestly what did he think of her life expectancy? He said, that it didn't look good and probably not very long.
What in the hell am I going to do if I have to have her put to sleep? I know that some of you may think that I'm carzy, and, I really don't give a shit! Tigger has been with me for 11years now. We've grown up together. I honest to God love her more than most people I know. She's been sleeping under the covers with me for so long. PLEASE, God, if you're reading, make my baby well again. I've basically been crying my eyes out all fucking day just think about it. I guess it's good that I'm off work until tues. I can now be here to keep a watch over her. I just went to check on her. She's just laying on the blanky and sleeping. I brushed her hair. She loves that.
Last night, PS went to the store and got me some Mickey Mouse tissues. Sweet! When we got home today, he had a card for me. I opened it. It was a big Mickey on the front and inside said:
"This is probably a purkier card than the situation calls for, but I thought it might at least put a bit of a smirk on your face. Ya know I never actually disliked Tigger. I just liked saying stuff about her to get a rise out of you. I prayed for her today. Not sure if that'll be good or bad for her considering the source of the prayer, but maybe, because I am such a cynical sacreligious ass all the time, God will give you two a break due to this sinner's sincerity. Anyway, I am so sorry Tig wound up like this. I know that you and everyone else is too, but still. I love you Nataschia. If you need me, you know where I'll be. Sorry I wasn't all that concerned about her last night. I had decided a while back that after the nuclear winter, there will only be cock roaches, Cher, and Tigger. Oh and of course Spam. Mustn't forget Spam. Anyway, Love ya Sweety. I'm here if you need me. Preston"
The card did make me smile all while bursting into tears. Preston, I'm praying that God heard you today and hears me now. Anyhew, was that not the sweetest card or what? I love him soo fucking much. Thank you baby! I'm off to give Miss Tigger more water. I'm sure that I'll be back later. I seriously doubt that I sleep any time soon.
Scoop the Poop, done!!!
We (Tigger and I) left the house at about 8am. We just got home at 6pm. (nope, not working tonight!) I would probably have a nervous break down. I went and picked up HH on the way there for moral support. We made it there right on time. I pretty much gave Dr.NaNuNaNu (his name is Robin Williams) the run down about the past month. He said that I would have to leave her there for a few hours while he does bloodwork, gets results, and gives her an IV.
HH and I decided to just go to Mom's and wait there instead of spending 3 hours in Wal-Mart. We went back to pick her up. I spoke with Dr. NNNN and he's thinking that she has a kidney disease. He said that she's been a sick kitty for a while. This didn't just come out of nowhere. What I want to know is why in the fuckity fuck fuck did the dr. that removed her tumor tell me that all was fine? You stupid, FUCKER!!! Don't think for half a second that my ass isn't going to be on the phone with him in the morning at 8am asking questions, screaming, and maybe even threatening a lawsuit! And, I'm sooo not fucking around here! If dr. dumbass would have found this, we could have at least started her on meds like Ummm 20 FUCKING days ago!!! I want to scream! Aaahhh! (just did, now my throat hurts. ha.) He sent me home with some meds. I have to give her 10cc's of calcium, an antibiotic, and protein twice a day. He said fuck the Gatorade and to give her sugar water every hour. (6cc's) Oh, and all while still force feeding her. Needless to say, Miss Tigger isn't very happy with me at this moment in time.
Anyhow, this is where the shittyness starts. I have to take her back monday at 10am. If she hasn't improved, we're going to start more meds. If after that, she's still not feeling better, OOOOH, I must make "the decission" whether to have her put to sleep or not. I asked him today that even if the meds do work, honestly what did he think of her life expectancy? He said, that it didn't look good and probably not very long.
What in the hell am I going to do if I have to have her put to sleep? I know that some of you may think that I'm carzy, and, I really don't give a shit! Tigger has been with me for 11years now. We've grown up together. I honest to God love her more than most people I know. She's been sleeping under the covers with me for so long. PLEASE, God, if you're reading, make my baby well again. I've basically been crying my eyes out all fucking day just think about it. I guess it's good that I'm off work until tues. I can now be here to keep a watch over her. I just went to check on her. She's just laying on the blanky and sleeping. I brushed her hair. She loves that.
Last night, PS went to the store and got me some Mickey Mouse tissues. Sweet! When we got home today, he had a card for me. I opened it. It was a big Mickey on the front and inside said:
"This is probably a purkier card than the situation calls for, but I thought it might at least put a bit of a smirk on your face. Ya know I never actually disliked Tigger. I just liked saying stuff about her to get a rise out of you. I prayed for her today. Not sure if that'll be good or bad for her considering the source of the prayer, but maybe, because I am such a cynical sacreligious ass all the time, God will give you two a break due to this sinner's sincerity. Anyway, I am so sorry Tig wound up like this. I know that you and everyone else is too, but still. I love you Nataschia. If you need me, you know where I'll be. Sorry I wasn't all that concerned about her last night. I had decided a while back that after the nuclear winter, there will only be cock roaches, Cher, and Tigger. Oh and of course Spam. Mustn't forget Spam. Anyway, Love ya Sweety. I'm here if you need me. Preston"
The card did make me smile all while bursting into tears. Preston, I'm praying that God heard you today and hears me now. Anyhew, was that not the sweetest card or what? I love him soo fucking much. Thank you baby! I'm off to give Miss Tigger more water. I'm sure that I'll be back later. I seriously doubt that I sleep any time soon.
Scoop the Poop, done!!!
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