Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A spanking can't fix everything
My big boy needed surgery today.
He eats things.
He's always had this urge to eat things.
He's compulsive about it.
It's bad enough that he is driven to gnaw on corrugated boxes.
But he'll also pull the tape off them and eat that.
I don't know what he ate this time. He clearly ate some plastic, because he threw it up. He always throws the stuff up. But then he kept throwing up. And not eating. Not drinking. Just lying around looking really miserable. And never coming upstairs.
Finally, today, he had surgery. We thought maybe there was something inside blocking things up. But nothing was found - except that his stomach and gall bladder and liver don't look too good. So the conclusion is that something must have poisoned him. He had started perking up, but much too slowly. And that no eating business is very bad for their livers. Especially for a big boy like Marko.
So now he'll go on antibiotics.
And anti-nausea meds.
And IV fluids till he gets his appetite back.
Of course, there's still the question of my appetite...
I think I lost another pound or two in the last three days.
Not to mention the sleep I've lost.
Or the money.
You know all those people who are holding it together and then suddenly they are without their jobs and without their health and without their homes and without their sanity? I can see how it happens.
Smart, educated, creative, and broke.
But with luck, I'll still have the cats.
And my Daddy.
And I'll still have my Daddy.