Two things are preventing me from working on this thing. First, my arms feel like crud and I'm exhausted (I suppose that's two things right there, but they're related). Second, Penny has been an obsession over the last week. I worry about her constantly. She is now wearing a little stockinette to keep herself from licking her tumor. She opened it up and it was bleeding freely on 11/26 and 27 (exactly two months after the biopsy). I called the emergency vet and went to Target to buy a onesie for her to wear for the night. She hated the onesie. We went to the vet the next day and she shaved some of the fur off from around the lump, gave us some lengths of stockinette and some antibiotics, measured the lump (it had grown a third bigger) and wished us luck. Penny wriggled out of the stocking instantly. She went back into the onesie until I could fashion some sort of suspenders. The best discovery was that a band-aid will stick to her fur ok and prevent it from oozing/bleeding on the stockinette. I fear the sticky stuff is really irritating to her fur/skin, but it is the saving grace in this whole operation. I guess we'll have to switch to a gauze pad and surgical tape once it out-grows the band-aid. Oof.
She has been a little aloof, but not too bad. She has spent the last two evenings in the dining room either on a plastic bag or in a paper bag. She still scratches the post and will sit on Neil's lap if he invites her. But she spends a lot of time in the bedroom during the day. Arthur is pretty much avoiding her. I don't blame him. She is wearing a sock, for crying out loud...and her tumor smells pretty bad. She is clearly uncomfortable but not in debilitating pain, I don't think. She's a wiz at hiding how she feels, so it's hard to tell. I might call the vet to see if we can arrange a pain medicine to try. She hisses at me if I poke her just so or if I block her from licking her lump.... Poor kitty.
The tumor's center isn't getting enough blood, so the cells are dying and creating white pus, which oozes all the time. The vet suggested putting aloe on it to try to help heal it and get it to generate happy skin cells to cover the sad ones. So far it doesn't seem to be working very well, but the good skin did look better today -- a little less oozing. It has definitely grown since going to the vet a week and a half ago.
In other news, Neil is getting his cluster headaches. Ok, so maybe this is another reason why I have been distracted from my paper lately -- all his holiday shows up in Indy (Phoenix Theatre: Gettin' Figgy with It) + headaches = unhappy Neil --> extra stress and more stuff for me to do. I'm not complainin', just sayin'.
I think I have a cavity.
She has been a little aloof, but not too bad. She has spent the last two evenings in the dining room either on a plastic bag or in a paper bag. She still scratches the post and will sit on Neil's lap if he invites her. But she spends a lot of time in the bedroom during the day. Arthur is pretty much avoiding her. I don't blame him. She is wearing a sock, for crying out loud...and her tumor smells pretty bad. She is clearly uncomfortable but not in debilitating pain, I don't think. She's a wiz at hiding how she feels, so it's hard to tell. I might call the vet to see if we can arrange a pain medicine to try. She hisses at me if I poke her just so or if I block her from licking her lump.... Poor kitty.
The tumor's center isn't getting enough blood, so the cells are dying and creating white pus, which oozes all the time. The vet suggested putting aloe on it to try to help heal it and get it to generate happy skin cells to cover the sad ones. So far it doesn't seem to be working very well, but the good skin did look better today -- a little less oozing. It has definitely grown since going to the vet a week and a half ago.
In other news, Neil is getting his cluster headaches. Ok, so maybe this is another reason why I have been distracted from my paper lately -- all his holiday shows up in Indy (Phoenix Theatre: Gettin' Figgy with It) + headaches = unhappy Neil --> extra stress and more stuff for me to do. I'm not complainin', just sayin'.
I think I have a cavity.
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