To add insult to injury, my cat is now hyperthyroid. It's a common disease in senior kitties, and it can be managed with medication, however, he's having serious difficulty coming out of the seemingly-mild sedation benzo they injected him with yesterday at the vet, and here we are, 36hrs later and he's still out of it, not wanting to eat. He did take his meds this afternoon in pill pockets, but it won't kick it that quickly. I need him to come out of this funk because cats will go into liver failure without food.
The other option is the radioactive iodine treatment, but he has to be in the cat hospital for a week after the injection because it literally makes him radioactive, and makes his poop radioactive. He's got some trauma from shelter life, so I don't know if I can do this. He barely handled having to stay for a day last year when he was getting a biopsy on his lipoma. I guess the best thing to do is wait the couple of weeks to see how he reacts to the medication.
This is fine. I get to watch both my husband and my cat waste away at the same time.
Fucking envy me.
I'm starting to make plans to scram as soon as their both gone. I fully plan to take my PhD and flee the country at this point, that is, if I'm not a fucking handmaid by that point.
