Lola's Home
The beautiful Lola asks for please, no photographs right now. She's resting.
Thank you for all the kind comments about Lola; I'm glad to report that she's doing okay. She's pretty sore ("Mom, was somebody doing something with my BOTTOM?!?"), she has fur missing from her front legs, and she still feels a bit odd from the experience, but she's at home and that's always a good thing.
The doctor told me that Lola had an odd reaction to the anesthesia, or perhaps the Valium used to calm her down. She began panting and her eyes were jumping about wildly. When I picked her up, I could tell that she was distressed and disoriented. I don't think she was clear that it was mom coming to get her. I sat with her on the floor of the bedroom for a long while until she was able to understand that she was at home and safe. Then she purred desperately for a while, rubbing against me and looking only a little bit insane about the pupils. Tilly, for all her "I hate my sister" mantras, was remarkably gentle and concerned, sniffing her without hissing and settling less than a foot away as though to comfort Lola.
I won't know the results of the biopsies until Friday. The doctor did tell me that the ultrasound showed that one of her kidneys is not normal. It's small and oddly shaped. Right now she has good kidney function, so the other kidney is handling the slack, but I suppose it is a concern when she grows older. Another thing not to think about right now.
Stress is a strange thing; it doesn't always fall in step with actual events. It was only after picking up Lola that I became freaky. Kathy called me from a store to ask an opinion about a gift and you would have though she asked me to come up with a solution for world peace, the way I reacted. Then I became ravenously hungry and told her I wanted 9,000 pieces of chicken at El Pollo Loco, along with maybe two gallons of sides. By the time we finished watching a movie over dinner, I was having an anxiety attack about who-knows-what. Really, who knows, because I don't.
Yeah. I'm hoping for a better day for the girls and me. Maybe something ... uneventful.
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