Friday, January 23, 2009

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Woe is Me

This weekend has been rough for all of us. Baby Moka had a hypoglycemic episode Saturday morning. These are the symptoms of a hypoglycemic episode in order of ascending severity:

complete disinterest in food
weakness, lethargy
head tilting
staggering, uncoordinated movements
problems with eyesight
disorientation (yowling, walking in circles, hiding, etc.)
convulsions or seizures

He had all but the last two, plus he had vomiting and wheezing.

We took him to the vet, where he decided to start eating again, which got him sort of back to normal. Then we took him home and it all happened all over again. Except he didn't start eating this time, and the symptoms seemed much worse.

So then we took him to the emergency night vet. This time they said he was having a hyperglycemic episode. In addition, he now had an upper respiratory infection (that makes 3 infections in the last 5 weeks). They wanted $1,000 to watch him overnight. They couldn't do anything to fix him. They could just watch him and maybe stabilize him if it got too bad. I opted for the $250 option (hydration and an anti-vomiting drug) and took him home. This is no less than 10 vet visits in the last 5 weeks. I don't even want to add up the cost.

Anyway, this feline diabetes thing sucks balls. Moka has to suffer through infections and crazy terrible symptoms and there's nothing anyone can do about it. We are now syringe-feeding him, which is a horrible, traumatic exercise for all involved. My emotions are on a roller coaster, controlled by how good or bad he is doing from one minute to the next.

I would put him down, but for the fact that he's supposed to be able to live a normal life after this first terrible part is over, and it makes me feel selfish and weak want to give up on him. The only thing I can do is try to be patient, I guess. It's just really hard having to watch an animal suffer like this.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Called out

Dude. I totally got called out by a lady I work with for not wearing the necklace she got me as a Secret Santa present. She literally just walked into my office out of the blue and started sweating me about it. Here's how the conversation went:

Her: I just wanted you to know that the necklace I got you for Secret Santa wasn't cheap. I paid more than $10 for it. And it was on sale. I just wanted you to know.
Me: Oh, cool. Thanks, I really liked it.
Her: I just didn't want you to think it was cheap.
(awkward silence)
Me: Oh, okay. Thanks.
Her: I just saw it and really liked it.
Me: I like it too. I just only have one brown shirt that would go with it and it has short sleeves, so it's been too cold to wear it.
Her: You don't have to wear it. I just thought it was nice.
Me: I think it's nice too. I'll wear it. I just don't have anything warm and brown to wear it with right now. But I'm sure I'll get

The next day I emptied my closet out onto my bed searching for a matching shirt to wear it with. I was a half hour late for work and I ended up wearing a short-sleeved shirt in the middle of winter, but I managed to wear the necklace.

Secret Santa Necklace: $10
Awkward Conversation With Co-Worker Regarding Whether It's Too Cheap To Wear In Public: Priceless.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

A funny story I forgot to blog

A few months back, I was with my boss and two co-workers at a lawyer mixer thing. A prominent local lawyer was there too. He was with a kid, I'd say about 16-years-old. The kid was short and wearing a suit that was way too big for him. In addition, he had long, emo hair in his face, kinda bad skin, and he looked like he hated being there. He stood by himself off to the side while the lawyer schmoozed it up. Typical teenager, pretty much. So I'm introduced to the lawyer and here's how the conversation went:

Me: It's nice to meet you. Is this your son?
Him: No, it's my husband.
Me: Oh. I'm sorry.
My boss & co-workers: (mortified)

So yeah, apparently the "kid" wasn't a kid at all. And the prominent local lawyer is gay. And he is "married" to a much, much younger man. And I am a jackass. Awesome.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Welcome Baby Daphne!

Congratulations Brad & Vanessa!

Moka Update

My baby is still sick. His diabetes has caused him to have horrible peeing and pooping problems, weight loss, and his back legs are barely working. It kills to me to watch him suffer, but he's supposed to be able to live a normal life once the diabetes is finally under control. The vet says this is all normal for a diabetic cat, and that it can take up to 3 months to regulate his diabetes. In the meantime, this is what we have to go through. :-(

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Moka at the vet

I left work early today because Moka made bloody pee and diarrhea all over the house. We're at the vet now...

Flogging Cladeedah

Go ahead, smack me around. I know I've been bad. I'm going to go with the cliche and blame it on the busy holidays.

Christmas was good. New Year's was good. After all the stress of travelling, bridesmaid stuff, Christmas, and New Year's, I'm happy to get back to the status quo.

One thing is still stressing me out though. My cat Moka isn't doing well. He's got feline diabetes, which is causing him to have major pooping and peeing problems. They say the first few months of treating it are the most difficult -- both in terms of treatment and cost. It's been kicking our butts, but we're sticking it through. I cannot express how much I love that cat.

I'll try to post some pictures of New Year's sometime this week. I know I've been a bad blogger and this update isn't much, but just bear with me. I promise to make it worth your while!