Monday, April 9, 2012
Well I ended back at the vet's office today. I had been noticing that Fleurp wasn't exactly her Fleurpy self. She had been sitting near the section of cement in the basement that she prefered to lick the last time she was anemic. She looked a little pale, but not dramatically so. I had weighed her recently and she was 10lbs 3 oz, and Sunday she was 9lbs 15. Not a dramatic weight loss, and could be explained by a trip to the litter box. But on Sunday I saw her get up from the kitchen and head downstairs. I followed her and she went right to the cement. (hence the weighing her again)
And of course I worried like a fool. Got almost no sleep, called the vet at 7:59 and found they don't open the phone like till 8:00.. that was a freakishly long minute, cause their close is a bit behind ours (and even the Today show, because that started playing and they still weren't picking up). Finally got through and got an appointment at 1:45
Her pack cell was 22% her white cell count was up, she might have had a smidge of fever but that was probably due to the stress of going to the vet. Sadly she doesn't enjoy going as much as I would like her to. A smear indicated possible hemobart so he thought it was best to send some blood off to the lab to see exactly what is going on. Since she has almost exactly the same symptoms and test results as the last time this happened she's on the exact same protocol as last time, prednisolone and doxycycline and we go back in two weeks for a recheck.
OK seriously? stressed out hiding in my coat at the vet and she STILL takes a great photo..