slob and max

its been a rough 24 hours. Nausea still continues and I’m very uncomfortable. Tonight as I’m laying in bed I look and see slob in his spot on the bed and max no where to be seen. I walked into the living room and there he was all alone. It made me think of when I first moved out and wanted a cat, I had a list in my hand of all these cats and stumbled upon slob. He was tucked back into the cage but as soon as i stuck my hand to the bars he walked up and sniffed my hand. The list went in the trash because I saw him and I just couldn’t believe that someone could give a cat up like that. His one page file basically made it like they abandoned him. I took him home and didn’t realize that he was fully infested with fleas and ear mites. He had to be dipped twice. He’s been battling since I’ve gotten him. A few years after and yet another move and he had issues with his ears and teeth. Now thank god he’s okay just has the funniest ears but he’s been with me for all my surgeries. Like my first one when my boyfriend at the time was supposed to stay overnight to make sure I was okay (doctors orders) but he bailed. Every time I would get up or move slob was right there. Fast forward to two years ago when I really wanted another cat and saw how expensive maine coons were. I reached out to a cattery in Hudson mass, and the breeder had one of her cats that was currently being boarded at a vet because he messed outside his litter box and they were going to make him and outdoor cat. They didn’t want money for him which I mean who can pass that up? So myself and my friend kim made the treck
After heading to the big e and picked up max. The poor guy was stuck in a cage for a month at this vet and his owner (who was a vet) had a housefull of animals and kids so yeah I would pee outside my litter box too! Poor guy freaked out on the two hour drive home, poor kim cleaned out his poop filled crate on the side of the mass pike. It took him a good month to get situated and then finding out that he has cardiomyopathy has been a journey. But seeing him alone in the living room made me emotional (thanks hormones) how could people give up on animals? Yes I’m a super cat lady I guess but I have a huge heart and I can’t have children of my own so yes these are my kids. I’ve been alone for a long time, fighting for this disease for a long time, friends have come and go but these two guys laying at the foot of my bed will never let me down. Plus they are cute so that helps

Week 2

Here we are, week 2 post op. Tonight is rough for sure. I have a fever which is something that never happens I’m always 98.0. Puke bucket is beside the bed like when I was a kid and cold compress on my head. I will say I’m pretty good at taking care of myself. I mean what guy would honestly stick by someone like this? None of my exes would for sure. I know my body is angry at me for running around cleaning and running to the dairy farm to get my coffee milk. So for the next week until I go back to see the doctor I’m resting. I re jail broke my fire stick again and I will make use of my TV. I just hope this fever goes down I do not want to go to any hospital around here

Pain in my... kidney

I’m a week post op. Currently hanging on by a thread but that’s the beauty in healing.
Surgery day was like every other surgery except I walked in and waited for my mom to get water, and I walked away because I couldn’t eat and the smell of food was tempting, anyways, Doctor Seckin and Doctor Goldstein came through the doors and I was greeted with a hug by Karli and Seckin. I needed that more than anything. In New York I feel like everything is different hospital wise, I walked into the OR, all my other surgeries I went in on a bed hooked up to IV’s. So I walked in to the OR suite and got up on the table and then I could see people walking in and out setting up and all I could think of was should I make a run for it? The last I remember is the anesthesiologist hooking up my  IV then I woke up after in the ER when it was done. Craziness. I remember the post op nurses coming in and checking my incisions and I did not want to even know what went on down there.

Apparently my ovary was raised up by a string, I had a stent to hold my Ureter in place and endo was excised from anywhere you could think of.  I spent the night in the hospital, slept Sunday, and Monday had post op and dragged myself home. This whole week has been hell. I took myself off pain meds on Tuesday and switched to ib profen. This stent is the most uncomfortable thing ever, I pee like every hour and my back is so stiff and throbbing. I have two more weeks left with this thing. I’m going to lose my mind for sure.