I’ve often found myself inexplicably exhausted and/or depressed before bad news hits. Sometimes I’ll feel like hell for days before finding out why.
A couple months ago I had a few bad days like that right in a row, culminating in one day spent suddenly almost weeping for no reason every couple hours. Then I got an email from my BFF.
An old friend of ours had gone into the hospital, most likely for good. Fucking cancer.
The last four days I’ve had enough sleep, but felt tired, very listless, and inexplicably very sad. My BF called me from bed Friday night, and instead of saying good night again, he asked me to come upstairs.
His bedside lamp was on, and he asked me if I’d ever seen our older cat breathing as rapidly as he was at the moment. I was shocked. He may as well have had his tongue hanging out, panting! When he came downstairs to eat, I saw he’s also suddenly lost a lot of weight. I didn’t notice his being so skinny before Friday night! He’d been eating and drinking his usual amount.
My BF said he was going to make an appt for him to get a check up, since we’d just got a card from the vet saying he’s due for one. He obvs decided instead to try to get an emergency app’t on Sat.
They aren’t open Saturdays, nor Sundays.
He’s going to get a message to them, asking whether he can take him in on Monday. They’ve always been really good about fitting us in when something awful’s going on, so I’m hopeful. They are also an excellent vet hospital, so if there’s any hope, and if we can afford the treatment, they will provide great care.
We’ve had cats who lived well into their teens, but The Woo has had many varied health problems off and on since appearing on our porch at around a year old. I think he may be ten years old.
sigh
It makes me so sad and angry that this happened to you.
Maybe someone on the BBS knows about how to handle medical debt? I think you should research this a bit before you begin to make payments to either the doctor or the hospital.
