"She's had a crappy day." So said Emily, one of the UPVH residents when I picked up The Alien last night. She said, "We told you we'd have to shave her stomach, right?" Yes, they had.
All I can say is that it's a good thing Alien can't see anything because I'm sure she'd be terribly embarrassed. They shaved her from the back of her front legs to the front of her back legs and halfway up the sides. Poor thing. She's skinny enough as is.
Dr. Holt called later in the evening and gave me the run-down. Alien is blind in both eyes, at least temporarily. They didn't find anything unusual in her [expensive] ultrasound, and her kidneys are extremely healthy. So we're going to treat her with topical drops four times a day in the right eye and oral prednisone twice a day to see if the inflammation will subside in the right eye and the retina will reattach in the left. She wants to see her again in two weeks.
[Alien will be thrilled to hear that.]
I am struggling to find something interesting to write about and I cannot. I am sitting on the couch with the blind, bald kitty, eating shrimp salad and watching "Raiders of the Lost Ark" for umpteenth time. I went to work, I did good, important, work-related things, I came home, I cleaned my fishcage - this is not stuff worthy of a web-posting, my friends. I suppose I could go rob a bank or something, but that is, perhaps, more excitement than even I am looking for right now. So, we shall leave it at this, and hope for better, more creative juices tomorrow.
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Quote du jour:
"Somebody's boring me. . .
I think it's me."
Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953)
Welsh poet, writer
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