Tired

Ugh. I feel as if someone hit me over the head with a sledgehammer. In answer to the bad night of sleep I had last night I went to bed pretty early and fell asleep like a log – and now I have a humongous headache.

Cat story continued: yesterday I was very muchly annoyed. The last I heard was that the second shot hadn’t worked, and that Angela was on her way to second vet to make sure the cat got a cesarian. When we arrived home, her car wasn’t parked out front, so I waited a bit for her to arrive. When she did, she was pretty upset.

Like I said, the first vet had only palpated, not taken an ultrasound whatsoever. Based on her diagnosis, cat was given a shot to help contractions going. Vet number two went with the diagnosis, gave poor cat a second shot. When Angela arrived for the cesarian, vet number two felt the cat, indeed felt lumps, but – thank the Light – ordered an ultrasound anyway. On which they found absolutely nothing, except a very full bladder and stomach, and a very distended uterus because of all the shots and stuff. It’s likely pretty inflammated by now. No kittens however.

Vet number two profusely apologized for not doing an ultrasound earlier and simply following vet number one’s diagnosis. In all likelihood, if Angela had stayed with vet nr one, poor cat would have had a cesarian without an ultrasound upfront, as she was so sure of her diagnosis. So. Poor kitty was in distress and pain all day for absolutely nothing and now is on antibiotics to help get the inflammation down. Meh. The good thing is that she’s home with her kittens now without a gape in her belly.

*snort*