So I'm sneezing my head off... The low-grade fever I had yesterday informs me that my allergies have morphed into something a little more. Well that and the feeling that my sinuses wanted to explode. Is it wrong when you think you'd feel better if you were to repeatedly bang your head against the wall? It seems the pressure is lightening up and I thank the pharmaceutical gods for that.
Anyhooo, it's been a while since I checked in so I figured it was about time. As some of you may know, I'm recently off a mini-vacation. A friend came to visit for a little bit and we just hung out, relaxed and had a mean Scrabble competition. I managed to come from behind then lose it in the final game... Damn Bingos! It was a good and well needed break. It's actually the first time I've had in ages where I wasn't trying to cram stuff in or stressed about obligatory family time, etc. I actually felt rested when it was over - a little sad *ahem* but rested. Then the cold kicked in...
So what else is new? Work has been fairly busy per usual. I miss the days when we had downtime. It's been probably two years since we've had a not so busy period. I guess busy keeps me from thinking about what I really want to be when I grow up. Speaking of, please feel free to toss out suggestions.
Kitty Update: Otto seemed to be improving. He's being weened off the steroids, but we'll have to see how that goes. He's still skinny. He put on a little bit of weight and isn't so skeletal anymore. He has more energy and is playful; however some days still seem better than others. Today, he seemed a little lethargic. I took him back to the vet a week and a half ago for some follow-up blood work. I thought everything was going to turn out well since all the improvement I've seen. The vet ran some tests on his blood and urine and while somethings that used to be out of whack were now in alignment his proteins are now very high. He told me what he thought it may be but had to send the samples out for some further testing again. I finally found out on Friday that they are fairly certain Otto has F.I.P. (Feline Infectious Peritonitis). I'm conflicted how to feel about it. The vet says that every time they think they understand F.I.P. it turns out they don't. It's one of those diseases that seem to act differently in every cat. The one thing that they do know is, it is an incurable and fatal disease. It's confusing because the vet seems positive about Otto's improvement and fortunately the "treatment" is the steroid that he is already on. Anyhow, I've been so positive then these results came in... It makes his more lethargic days harder.
That's about all I have for now. I'll leave you with a picture that I promised one of you... Here's Ru and Otto sleeping in one of their snuggly poses. This one slightly more inappropriate than usual.
Cheers,
Franz
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