but I need to vent.
I tendered my re-write to my friend Kristi last night. I told her that it wasn't COMPLETE, but I wanted to get her thoughts on it before I went completely down one road, only to find out that it was the wrong damn road. About half an hour later, she emailed me back, said my rewrite was much improved, made some suggestions, and had made a few edits.
I made supper, watched some television, and then I sat down to work again. Of the four things Kristi wanted me to work on, I worked on two of them. At 3:00 a.m., I finally called it quits, decided to sleep on the other two and finish them this morning. I figured I could do them today, she could review it today, we could polish over the weekend, and I could send everything in on Monday. Done!
So, right before I went to bed, I looked up the application checklist. And I discovered that the essay question has been changed from when the chair of the programme emailed it to me on 03 November. So... that's exciting. I had a dream about it this morning. In my dream, I went to the school to talk to the chair about it. But I ran into one of the deans instead. And she asked me about the Olympics. And I ranted about Team ROK getting screwed by the judges in speed skating.
Anyway, first thing this morning, I drafted an email to the chair, and then I called Kristi to read her the email. I wanted to make sure it didn't sound hostile or whiny. Basically, I'm just stating that I've nearly finished the answer to the essay question she emailed me, but just last night discovered the new question. So do I need to reposition the essay to fit the new question. I got an immediate response: She'll be out of the office until next Tuesday.
So Kristi said I just need to suck it up and start re-writing. We worked on an outline, and she gave me a deadline of Sunday to get her a good draft. We have a goal of getting this in the mail by Tuesday.
I'll start working when I finish crying. Mostly it's just sheer exhaustion at this point. I asked Kristi if getting the actual doctorate is this difficult every day (yes, I know it's difficult overall - duh), and she said it's different because if you miss on a paper, it's not as if they won't let you back into class the next day. This is to get in; thus, more pressure. Right.
UPDATE: I just received an email back from the chair. "The website is wrong. Please use the question I sent you."
I need a drink.
05 March 2010
03 March 2010
Ball o' Stress
Woke up this morning to a strange sound. Turned out that my ceiling was leaking. And Felix was freaking out that water was coming out of the hallway (of course, as I told Cristi, this is the same cat who freaks out about his tail occasionally).
Called the maintenance guy. Haven't heard back yet.
Then, on some random whim, I decided to check on something on my doctoral application. Apparently, at some point in time, the school changed the application deadline from 15 April to 15 March. Did they decide to let us poor applicants know this? No. So those of us with partial application packets are now scrambling. And, of course, I'm one of them.
What does this mean for me? Well, I called the Admissions Office to find out.
After being told that they're experiencing a high volume of calls and that my wait might exceed three minutes, then waiting ten minutes, then being told I could leave a message, I hung up and called back later and got through to someone. He told me that they had only received one of my three letters of recommendation (and told me which one they'd received). But they did have all of my transcripts. They still need my portfolio and my essay.
But I had been planning on re-taking the GRE in about two weeks (Ria can tell you that I've been copiously studying for it lately), and I was actually going to pay for it this Friday with my last severance cheque! Good thing I found out today that I needn't do that! See, even if I took it TOMORROW, the scores wouldn't get to Drexel in time for it to count by the deadline. My current scores are fine, but I'm confident that I could have improved at least the quantitative portion.
As for the essay, I've been working on it for the past couple of weeks, with the idea that I could work on it, let it marinate, have my proofreaders have a go at it, rework it, set it aside, revisit it, lather, rinse, repeat until I was satisfied with the final product. Instead, now I'll have to eat, drink, breathe this until I'm sick of it. I don't have the luxury of setting it aside and knitting on some thoughts and letting things marinate for awhile.
As for my letter writers, I was able to successfully contact both of them today. One of them said he SWORE he sent it in December, but he'd send it again today. The other said he was aware he hadn't sent it yet, but he promised he would on Tuesday. I trust him. He's the Wonder Dennis who some of you might remember from my Master's days.
Speaking of, he's currently getting me through today. I didn't think anyone could make me laugh today, but he did. Here's the email exchange that just took place:
From me to Dennis:
Dennis,
Thank you very much. I remain very appreciative of all that you do for me.
This deadline change threw me for a loop. I had been planning on re-taking the GRE in two weeks, but I guess I won't be doing that now. I was actually going to pay for it this Friday! I'm polishing my essay now; I just got some notes back from my friend Kristi (you met her at my defense). She also sent me a Paul Farmer article to read to enhance my rewrite. She's funny; this is why I like her. Sorry for the babbling; I'm stressed.
Thanks again,
Min
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From Dennis to me:
well, calm down.
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From me to Dennis:
Roger that.
Thanks :)
Called the maintenance guy. Haven't heard back yet.
Then, on some random whim, I decided to check on something on my doctoral application. Apparently, at some point in time, the school changed the application deadline from 15 April to 15 March. Did they decide to let us poor applicants know this? No. So those of us with partial application packets are now scrambling. And, of course, I'm one of them.
What does this mean for me? Well, I called the Admissions Office to find out.
After being told that they're experiencing a high volume of calls and that my wait might exceed three minutes, then waiting ten minutes, then being told I could leave a message, I hung up and called back later and got through to someone. He told me that they had only received one of my three letters of recommendation (and told me which one they'd received). But they did have all of my transcripts. They still need my portfolio and my essay.
But I had been planning on re-taking the GRE in about two weeks (Ria can tell you that I've been copiously studying for it lately), and I was actually going to pay for it this Friday with my last severance cheque! Good thing I found out today that I needn't do that! See, even if I took it TOMORROW, the scores wouldn't get to Drexel in time for it to count by the deadline. My current scores are fine, but I'm confident that I could have improved at least the quantitative portion.
As for the essay, I've been working on it for the past couple of weeks, with the idea that I could work on it, let it marinate, have my proofreaders have a go at it, rework it, set it aside, revisit it, lather, rinse, repeat until I was satisfied with the final product. Instead, now I'll have to eat, drink, breathe this until I'm sick of it. I don't have the luxury of setting it aside and knitting on some thoughts and letting things marinate for awhile.
As for my letter writers, I was able to successfully contact both of them today. One of them said he SWORE he sent it in December, but he'd send it again today. The other said he was aware he hadn't sent it yet, but he promised he would on Tuesday. I trust him. He's the Wonder Dennis who some of you might remember from my Master's days.
Speaking of, he's currently getting me through today. I didn't think anyone could make me laugh today, but he did. Here's the email exchange that just took place:
From me to Dennis:
Dennis,
Thank you very much. I remain very appreciative of all that you do for me.
This deadline change threw me for a loop. I had been planning on re-taking the GRE in two weeks, but I guess I won't be doing that now. I was actually going to pay for it this Friday! I'm polishing my essay now; I just got some notes back from my friend Kristi (you met her at my defense). She also sent me a Paul Farmer article to read to enhance my rewrite. She's funny; this is why I like her. Sorry for the babbling; I'm stressed.
Thanks again,
Min
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From Dennis to me:
well, calm down.
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From me to Dennis:
Roger that.
Thanks :)
23 February 2010
VCA Cat Hospital in Philadelphia
Those of you who know me well know that I spend some time writing Angry Letters and making phone calls when companies piss me off. NBC has received two letters during the Olympics coverage (one during the Opening Ceremonies - they didn't make it very far before Bob Costas pissed me off). FOX got more than one call from me earlier this month for showing me snow instead of Daytona qualifying. So, to even out the balance, when someone is awesome, I want people to know that, too.
I need to sing the praises once again of the VCA Cat Hospital in Philadelphia; they are the wonderful, compassionate people who have been helping me take care of the Ocs (this is pronounced like "ox," by the way) for the past week and a half. Specifically, Oscar's doctor is Dr. Katherine Kurpel, about whom I can not say enough good things.
When Dr. Kurpel initially saw Ocs, she wasn't sure what was wrong with him, so she gave me an estimate for several tests. I explained that I had JUST been laid-off and asked her if she could help me prioritise what tests would be more urgent, would make more sense, etc. She was extremely understanding and compassionate about this, especially when I started crying that if I HAD the $600 I would pay for all the tests she was proposing, but I just DIDN'T. She didn't guilt trip me about it at all. To the contrary, she said something (it's all kind of a blur now) about when you have rent and food to pay for, of course you have to prioritise, and everyone can understand that. She talked to me about whether Ocs was the kind of cat who eats foreign objects or chews on toys that he shouldn't, etc., and when I said that he really doesn't at all, she decided to scrap the abdominal x-ray. We whittled a few other things down and got the estimate down to about half of the original.
That all happened on Saturday. She called me on Monday with the blood test results, even though she was on travelling on her vacation. She called her office and left special instructions with them so I could go in and pick up Ocs' meds, some special food, and talk to the other doctor if I thought of any other questions (which I, of course, did). She called me the next day to check on Oscar again because she knew he wasn't eating well, and that impressed me.
But what REALLY impressed me was today. I got another call from the office today. At first, I assumed that it was to remind me that I needed to bring Ocs in for his follow-up blood work testing in 3-4 weeks (well, now 2-3 weeks) to make sure his thyroid meds are at the right level. And I thought, "Yes, yes, I know." But, I was wrong. They just wanted to know how he was doing. Was he still having diarhhea? Was he eating any better? How was the dehydration? How about the behaviour? Was he more himself yet? In fact, I'M the one who had to ask about the follow-up appointment as we were hanging up!
I really, really can not say enough about how much I love this place. I've decided to make Dr. Kurpel the boys' regular doctor. As much as I love The Cat Doctor and Dr. Eigner, I was SO impressed by this office (who, as you may remember was recommended by Dr. Eigner's office), that I'm sticking with them permanently.
I need to sing the praises once again of the VCA Cat Hospital in Philadelphia; they are the wonderful, compassionate people who have been helping me take care of the Ocs (this is pronounced like "ox," by the way) for the past week and a half. Specifically, Oscar's doctor is Dr. Katherine Kurpel, about whom I can not say enough good things.
When Dr. Kurpel initially saw Ocs, she wasn't sure what was wrong with him, so she gave me an estimate for several tests. I explained that I had JUST been laid-off and asked her if she could help me prioritise what tests would be more urgent, would make more sense, etc. She was extremely understanding and compassionate about this, especially when I started crying that if I HAD the $600 I would pay for all the tests she was proposing, but I just DIDN'T. She didn't guilt trip me about it at all. To the contrary, she said something (it's all kind of a blur now) about when you have rent and food to pay for, of course you have to prioritise, and everyone can understand that. She talked to me about whether Ocs was the kind of cat who eats foreign objects or chews on toys that he shouldn't, etc., and when I said that he really doesn't at all, she decided to scrap the abdominal x-ray. We whittled a few other things down and got the estimate down to about half of the original.
That all happened on Saturday. She called me on Monday with the blood test results, even though she was on travelling on her vacation. She called her office and left special instructions with them so I could go in and pick up Ocs' meds, some special food, and talk to the other doctor if I thought of any other questions (which I, of course, did). She called me the next day to check on Oscar again because she knew he wasn't eating well, and that impressed me.
But what REALLY impressed me was today. I got another call from the office today. At first, I assumed that it was to remind me that I needed to bring Ocs in for his follow-up blood work testing in 3-4 weeks (well, now 2-3 weeks) to make sure his thyroid meds are at the right level. And I thought, "Yes, yes, I know." But, I was wrong. They just wanted to know how he was doing. Was he still having diarhhea? Was he eating any better? How was the dehydration? How about the behaviour? Was he more himself yet? In fact, I'M the one who had to ask about the follow-up appointment as we were hanging up!
I really, really can not say enough about how much I love this place. I've decided to make Dr. Kurpel the boys' regular doctor. As much as I love The Cat Doctor and Dr. Eigner, I was SO impressed by this office (who, as you may remember was recommended by Dr. Eigner's office), that I'm sticking with them permanently.
19 February 2010
Happy 14th Birthday, Oscar!
About 13 years and 10 months ago, I went to pick out a kitten from a co-worker's sister's litter. That night, I brought a tiny all-black kitten home to two very suspicious dogs - Max and Nicky (who have been since gone over the Rainbow Bridge).
It took us a few days before we hit on a name that was Just Right, but Oscar it was. Somehow, throughout the years, I started calling him Ocsar Boxer, which sometimes gets shortened to Ocsar, and mostly gets shortened to Ocs.
When Ocs was two we almost had to amputate one of his legs, but thanks to nearly daily visits with a dedicated veterinarian in Missouri, we were able to save his leg. He had gotten his leg wedged between a chain link fence and a wooden privacy fence and was found hanging upside-down by his leg. To this day if he's walking on a non-carpeted surface, you can hear him coming because it sounds like he's walking on a peg leg; the leg he got caught "clicks" when he moves it.
Oscar has also flown on an airplane (as carry-on - no cargo for this baby!). And he made the transition from being an indoor/outdoor Missouri cat to an indoor Philadelphia cat. But in his heyday, boy could he hunt! Rabbits and birds and squirrels and anything else he could get from the park across the street.
The Ocs and I would like to thank everyone who has given us so much support and love over the past week while he was recovering. We appreciate it very much, especially since there were moments when we weren't sure that we'd make it to today. Hugs to you all, especially to your pets who sent licks, skritches, cuddles, etc.
It took us a few days before we hit on a name that was Just Right, but Oscar it was. Somehow, throughout the years, I started calling him Ocsar Boxer, which sometimes gets shortened to Ocsar, and mostly gets shortened to Ocs.
When Ocs was two we almost had to amputate one of his legs, but thanks to nearly daily visits with a dedicated veterinarian in Missouri, we were able to save his leg. He had gotten his leg wedged between a chain link fence and a wooden privacy fence and was found hanging upside-down by his leg. To this day if he's walking on a non-carpeted surface, you can hear him coming because it sounds like he's walking on a peg leg; the leg he got caught "clicks" when he moves it.
Oscar has also flown on an airplane (as carry-on - no cargo for this baby!). And he made the transition from being an indoor/outdoor Missouri cat to an indoor Philadelphia cat. But in his heyday, boy could he hunt! Rabbits and birds and squirrels and anything else he could get from the park across the street.
The Ocs and I would like to thank everyone who has given us so much support and love over the past week while he was recovering. We appreciate it very much, especially since there were moments when we weren't sure that we'd make it to today. Hugs to you all, especially to your pets who sent licks, skritches, cuddles, etc.
17 February 2010
A Pet Peeve: Literally
My friends know that one of my biggest pet peeves is when people misuse the word "literally."
One time I heard a woman say, "It's literally raining cats and dogs outside!" Uh, no, it's really NOT, ma'am. Cause PETA would be all over that shit.
In the aftermath of September 11th, the news aired a "man on the street" interview in which the person said, "I really feel for President Bush. He literally has the weight of the world on his shoulders." I called my sister who said EXACTLY what I yelled at the tv: Who is he - Atlas???
But I would hope that Olympic sportscasters and colour commentators would know a little better than the average person. But, apparently, that's a bit much for which to hope.
On Saturday, I was informed that one of the U.S.A. speed skaters "literally had a wall of Korean skaters" to get through. I turned to Naomi (who was watching The Games with me) and asked her if that wasn't perhaps against the IOC rules. We then wondered if the Koreans would be building this wall after the race started, if the wall would move around the track with the skaters, and why other countries wouldn't employ this strategy.
And just tonight, I was told that one of the downhill skiers "literally let it all out." Dear God, I hope not. First of all, it's bloody cold on those ski slopes in Vancouver. Secondly, doesn't she need some of that, you know, IN her?
Also, the Oscar update:
The Ocs is doing well. He continues to make urine and today he actually made a tiny little poop! I've never been so excited in my life to see poop! He's still somewhat listless, but he's ambled through the living room a few times on his way into the kitchen for water, and then back under the bed.
Finally, a couple of pics of Felix because he deserves some blog space:
One time I heard a woman say, "It's literally raining cats and dogs outside!" Uh, no, it's really NOT, ma'am. Cause PETA would be all over that shit.
In the aftermath of September 11th, the news aired a "man on the street" interview in which the person said, "I really feel for President Bush. He literally has the weight of the world on his shoulders." I called my sister who said EXACTLY what I yelled at the tv: Who is he - Atlas???
But I would hope that Olympic sportscasters and colour commentators would know a little better than the average person. But, apparently, that's a bit much for which to hope.
On Saturday, I was informed that one of the U.S.A. speed skaters "literally had a wall of Korean skaters" to get through. I turned to Naomi (who was watching The Games with me) and asked her if that wasn't perhaps against the IOC rules. We then wondered if the Koreans would be building this wall after the race started, if the wall would move around the track with the skaters, and why other countries wouldn't employ this strategy.
And just tonight, I was told that one of the downhill skiers "literally let it all out." Dear God, I hope not. First of all, it's bloody cold on those ski slopes in Vancouver. Secondly, doesn't she need some of that, you know, IN her?
Also, the Oscar update:
The Ocs is doing well. He continues to make urine and today he actually made a tiny little poop! I've never been so excited in my life to see poop! He's still somewhat listless, but he's ambled through the living room a few times on his way into the kitchen for water, and then back under the bed.
Finally, a couple of pics of Felix because he deserves some blog space:
15 February 2010
The Oscar Update
Ocs' doctor called today and said that his blood work shows that he has hyperthyroidism. Way to go, buddy, for following in mommy's footsteps. You couldn't have just decided to be a Raider's fan? Or like Scott Speed? No? Okay, then. So, two pills a day for the little buddy, at least for now.
But, in the meantime: He still has the diarhhea, and I'm very sorry to report that he is still not quite making it to the litter box every time (no, really, you don't know how sorry I am to say that to you). And the vet was extremely alarmed today to hear that nearly 48 hours after I started a 5.5-ounce can of wet cat food, Oscar still has yet to make his way through the entire can. So she had me try a different try kind of food. We had been trying Hill's Prescription Diet i/d, and now we're trying then e/n. Each can costs nearly $2/can so I'm hoping we hit on a winning combination quickly. Not to sound crass, but the unemployed don't have money to burn, especially when Saturday's vet trip used a good chunk of the savings account.
But it's not all bad news: This morning Ocs went and voluntarily drank some water for the first time in over 60 hours! AND he kept it down! I didn't let him have very much for fear he'd overdo it and then bring it up just because he would have too much, but I'm happy he finally showed interest in water at all. But since then, when I've offered him water, he's not been interested. I have been adding small amounts of water to his wet food to sneak him extra water (thanks, Brook!), though. And I've been forcing (God, I sound like a horrible shrew) small medicine droppers-full of sugar water down him every so often.
So: still with the diarhhea, still slightly dehydrated, not getting enough food, but showing a slight interest in water once. And a diagnosis of hyperthyroid.
And just to remind you of the handsome fellow we're talking about:
Also, Felix was doing a really good job of leaving Ocs alone until today. But this morning, Fe ran up to Ocs and swiped at him. I thought maybe Fe was trying to play with him so I just separated them and reminded Fe that Ocs didn't feel good and left Ocs under the bed by himself. But just awhile ago, Fe ran up to Ocs and batted at him again and hissed. I don't know what to do; ideas?
But, in the meantime: He still has the diarhhea, and I'm very sorry to report that he is still not quite making it to the litter box every time (no, really, you don't know how sorry I am to say that to you). And the vet was extremely alarmed today to hear that nearly 48 hours after I started a 5.5-ounce can of wet cat food, Oscar still has yet to make his way through the entire can. So she had me try a different try kind of food. We had been trying Hill's Prescription Diet i/d, and now we're trying then e/n. Each can costs nearly $2/can so I'm hoping we hit on a winning combination quickly. Not to sound crass, but the unemployed don't have money to burn, especially when Saturday's vet trip used a good chunk of the savings account.
But it's not all bad news: This morning Ocs went and voluntarily drank some water for the first time in over 60 hours! AND he kept it down! I didn't let him have very much for fear he'd overdo it and then bring it up just because he would have too much, but I'm happy he finally showed interest in water at all. But since then, when I've offered him water, he's not been interested. I have been adding small amounts of water to his wet food to sneak him extra water (thanks, Brook!), though. And I've been forcing (God, I sound like a horrible shrew) small medicine droppers-full of sugar water down him every so often.
So: still with the diarhhea, still slightly dehydrated, not getting enough food, but showing a slight interest in water once. And a diagnosis of hyperthyroid.
And just to remind you of the handsome fellow we're talking about:
Also, Felix was doing a really good job of leaving Ocs alone until today. But this morning, Fe ran up to Ocs and swiped at him. I thought maybe Fe was trying to play with him so I just separated them and reminded Fe that Ocs didn't feel good and left Ocs under the bed by himself. But just awhile ago, Fe ran up to Ocs and batted at him again and hissed. I don't know what to do; ideas?
13 February 2010
Oscar
My Oscar is sick.
Yesterday morning, he threw up, but I didn't think much of it. Anyone who has cats (and some who don't) know that cats just sometimes ick up. But then he did it again. And again. He wasn't able to keep down water.
Then, in the afternoon, his stool came out completely liquid - mucous-y and bloody. And a few hours later, it happened again. My wonderful friend Brook immediately set to work Googling what she could about cat diarrhea.
And this whole time, Ocs (as I call him) was hunkered down under the bed between some boxes. For me to even see him, I had to move boxes around. For those of you who have met this love bug, you know that this is VERY un-Ocs-like behaviour. For those of you who have not met him, imagine if House, M.D., suddenly began treating his patients with better bedside manner than Wilson does. Or if Simon Cowell went three weeks in a row without saying some variation of "I don't mean to be rude, but..." Or if the NASCAR media went 48 hours without mentioning the "D-word" (and I don't mean "damn").
I called The Cat Doctor today, whom I adore, but they were overbooked because of this past week's snow cancellations and such. I asked them to refer me somewhere, and they suggested either VCA Cat Hospital or Girard Veterinary Clinic; however, only VCA is open on Saturdays. Fortunately they had some open appointments. Given Ocs' age (he'll be 14 this coming Friday) and symptoms, they suggested I have him seen right away. Which is when I started crying. Right on the phone with the poor woman. Embarrassing.
Another wonderful friend of mine, Naomi, rented a car to come pick Ocs and me up because I didn't think I was in any condition to drive by then. Ocs got examined and, just like a car at the mechanic, he started to act more himself, wanting skritches, licking my face, etc. The vet couldn't even listen to his heart because he wouldn't stop purring! I told her good luck with that because he ALWAYS purrs.
In the end, we got sent home with a prescription for an anti-diarrheal if it's still happening tomorrow, and directions to give 2.5 mg of OTC Pepcid AC once a day. They gave him fluids sub-cutaneously since he was slightly dehydrated. They took some blood tests, and the results should be back on Monday, or Tuesday at the latest. If the blood work doesn't show anything, though, she wants to discuss x-rays, urinalysis, and hospitalisation.
He didn't eat at all yesterday, so tonight, she wants me to try to interest him in one tablespoon of wet food. If he keeps that down, I'm to keep trying 1-2 tablespoons of wet food frequently, as he can tolerate it. Wish us luck!
Oh, and for anyone who hasn't yet met the wonder known as Oscar - one pic of him trying to occupy my knitting bag, and one pic of him keeping the inside of a bag safe from enemy invaders (he really is in there!):
Yesterday morning, he threw up, but I didn't think much of it. Anyone who has cats (and some who don't) know that cats just sometimes ick up. But then he did it again. And again. He wasn't able to keep down water.
Then, in the afternoon, his stool came out completely liquid - mucous-y and bloody. And a few hours later, it happened again. My wonderful friend Brook immediately set to work Googling what she could about cat diarrhea.
And this whole time, Ocs (as I call him) was hunkered down under the bed between some boxes. For me to even see him, I had to move boxes around. For those of you who have met this love bug, you know that this is VERY un-Ocs-like behaviour. For those of you who have not met him, imagine if House, M.D., suddenly began treating his patients with better bedside manner than Wilson does. Or if Simon Cowell went three weeks in a row without saying some variation of "I don't mean to be rude, but..." Or if the NASCAR media went 48 hours without mentioning the "D-word" (and I don't mean "damn").
I called The Cat Doctor today, whom I adore, but they were overbooked because of this past week's snow cancellations and such. I asked them to refer me somewhere, and they suggested either VCA Cat Hospital or Girard Veterinary Clinic; however, only VCA is open on Saturdays. Fortunately they had some open appointments. Given Ocs' age (he'll be 14 this coming Friday) and symptoms, they suggested I have him seen right away. Which is when I started crying. Right on the phone with the poor woman. Embarrassing.
Another wonderful friend of mine, Naomi, rented a car to come pick Ocs and me up because I didn't think I was in any condition to drive by then. Ocs got examined and, just like a car at the mechanic, he started to act more himself, wanting skritches, licking my face, etc. The vet couldn't even listen to his heart because he wouldn't stop purring! I told her good luck with that because he ALWAYS purrs.
In the end, we got sent home with a prescription for an anti-diarrheal if it's still happening tomorrow, and directions to give 2.5 mg of OTC Pepcid AC once a day. They gave him fluids sub-cutaneously since he was slightly dehydrated. They took some blood tests, and the results should be back on Monday, or Tuesday at the latest. If the blood work doesn't show anything, though, she wants to discuss x-rays, urinalysis, and hospitalisation.
He didn't eat at all yesterday, so tonight, she wants me to try to interest him in one tablespoon of wet food. If he keeps that down, I'm to keep trying 1-2 tablespoons of wet food frequently, as he can tolerate it. Wish us luck!
Oh, and for anyone who hasn't yet met the wonder known as Oscar - one pic of him trying to occupy my knitting bag, and one pic of him keeping the inside of a bag safe from enemy invaders (he really is in there!):
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