I haven't gone to bed yet. I haven't managed to get to bed before 6am in over a week, and before that, I hadn't managed before 4:30am. Which means I then oversleep (despite every alarm I use) and wake up feeling blech. (Or more blech, given my allergies/asthma are going unusually nuts from kitty shedding season.)

Whoosey is sick -- her immune system evidently is messed (like Bastian's) so she's on round II of antibiotics for a nasty inner-ear infection. During all of this, not only has she had little (or no) sense of balance, she started losing weight since she couldn't eat much without becoming nauesous for a whie. She's eating fine now, but is having to pull herself up from being underweight. :-( I'd push to have her held at the vet for more aggressive care, but at several hundred per day (not counting the initial several hundred for testing) right now it's not possible. So I'm quite worried about her, that maybe she has permanent brain damage or won't make it or something.

Max was doing great, and got a great "report" when we took him in for a recheck. However, now he's starting to need more fluids, which is a sign his kidney function is declining. Dammit. Worse, fluids put a strain on his heart, which already has a significant murmur, and thus puts him at risk of developing congestive failure. No, thanks, let's not do that, okay?

Bastian got over his first round of illness, then started developing another...got him back mostly under control, but the dreaded vein in his right eye (signals cardiac stress) was back for a while. (I'm hoping it's not there right now.) Given there's zero funds for hospitalization, him showing any signs of trouble is terrifying.

We were set back about a hundred dollars last month because the vet staff kept failing to send the refill permission in to the online pharmacy, forcing me to buy through them (including their $20 "fee" per prescription pickup) twice plus pay next-day shipping for the online medication.

Speaking of which... I was wondering why the anti-clot medication I ordered (way ahead of time) wasn't here yet, so I went into the online tracking...it was cancelled. As it turns out, this is because the above-mentioned payment to the vet dropped my bank account a few dollars below the cost of the anti-clot medication plus shipping. Which means I was also hit with an "insufficient funds" fee. No, they couldn't notify me, because with the kind of luck only I tend to have, we changed our phone number at around the same time.

If I could scream in frustration, I'd be doing it right now.

I just re-ordered that medication...so his medication is way the hell up in Calgary and we're already in the backup supplies. Great. I haven't figured out just how I'm going to handle this situation, though first I need to start going through all of the old bottles, and hoping desperately I can scrape together enough to last till it gets here. No idea what I'll do if it doesn't; I'm already giving him 5.25 units (instead of the 6 I'm supposed to) in order to make it last without going too far. Guess I'll price in-country Lovenox and hope someone carries it for less than the going rate...

Ugh, time for W's antibiotics, then I really do need to get some sleep. Maybe if I set my cellphone to screech near me at a certain hour it will wake me up, since I should call the pharmacy to make SURE they'll ship it today. The pathetic thing is that this is just the feline aspect of how life is a big fricking mess for me at the moment: other things are matching it. No matter how hard I try to plan everything well in advance, something goes wrong and derails it. (Generally in a way that sets off a wild domino effect, crashing other things in the process.)

Tags: bastian, fuckups, prescriptions, vet problems, whoosey
Current Mood: stressed out!!!