Yesterday was terrible, just terrible. Mommy came home early from work and I thought "cool, someone to wait on me." Well, not long after that, I was snatched from my sofa slumber and shoved into my PTU.
See, I'd been sneezing since Sunday morning and rubbing my snout on stuff for a couple of days. I tried to tell mommy it was because she hasn't dusted in a squillion years, but she didn't buy it.
So we got to the VET and before I could do more than gouge mommy's wrist, I was stuffed into the "happy box" and gassed. When I woke up later I thought it was a bad dream except my spot #13 hurt and it felt like I had shots. That pissed my off but I was to tired to fight. Bendrix was still dreaming of skipping thru a field chasing butterflies with the pink hippos in tutus.
Turns out, I have a Resperatory Virus. It was caught early and isn't in my lungs.
Still, I'm on 20 days of anti-biotiks and will start an immune stimulator in a couple of weeks. The VET thinks with all the stress of July (daddy being gone, than mommy being gone, then mommy and daddy working lots) I got sick. With my FIV, that is not unusual.
Since I'll have an immune system stimulator now, hopefully that will help prevent me from getting sick from this type of stress again.
I'm taking it easy today. Mommy's VERY VERY nice boss called this morning cause she heard I was sick and told mommy to stay home with me. I'm still angry with her for taking me to the VET and shooting anti-biotiks down my throat last night, but maybe I'll let her love on me later. I'm glad she is here. She is scheduled to Work From Home tomorrow so I'll have her then too.
Any purrs you can send me would be appreciated.
The bright side is that the anti-biotik could cause my to have "loose stool." It will be fun to watch my beans clean that up! snigger
Guess what! I'm happier already cause Huffle Mawson gave me this:
Lets see, I'll pass this on to:
Pablo in Australia
The Cat Street Boyz Gang
Tyler at Tyler's Tattles
William of Mass Destruction
Sebastian & Yaffa Kitty
Mr. Echo & Tenny