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hug meNow Playing: Day 762-The Final Road To Survival
When it rains it pours. Then comes MOLD! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I got white mold, gray mold, blue mold, orange mold-odd & scarier is GREEN MOLD! YIKES!!!
What a start to another long and exhausting day...Good thing my Idiopathic Gastroparesis does better with me constantly moving around because it wasn't until around 11:50pm before I could finally sit my tired body down and take a breather! So much for the petri dishes not showing much change because by this afternoon it was just the opposite. This now has me and my friend-Caregiver officially very, very nervous and rightfully so! There is no doubt in my mind this can't be good and that "potential" big move is now inevitable. S I G H...Nothing quite like an unpredictable major move because where you live is making you literally sick. It makes me sick just thinking about the stressful move. The poor fur kids are also in no position to be moving. Minus Littleblue the rest of the fur gang are all 14 years old and any move can be stressful to older kids. Lately I am just as stressed...
In between the constant cleaning, sanitizing and outside repairs things just don't seem to stop. I don't see any relief in sight unless some sort of miracle happens and the mold fairies make this nightmare stop. AMEN! My friend has also been watching the rapid changes now going on inside the petri test dishes. His comment today, "How depressing." More like, "How stressing!" We might all be better off and far safer living in that huge tent outside because the air actually might be safer than what is inside this house. Now I must wear a mask even inside my own house. Better safe than sorry until things are further checked out with the air by professionals next week. In between a million things to do mentally and physically I am also still enduring the Drano bounce back which hasn't been easy. I don't know how I do it but I just do.
Me and my friend have noticed Cuddles kitty hasn't been herself the past few days. She started getting worse by this evening. When I went to pet her she just laid there meowing. My gut says something is really wrong because she usually is pretty active and she hasn't been eating or drinking. I decided while I finish the wash and mopping I would have my friend take her up to the emergency vet down the street. Thank goodness! It seems not only is Cuddles not feeling like herself but the veterinarian said, "Cuddles has a very loud heart murmur and is dehydrated. We need to keep her for a few hours to run some tests and give her IV fluids." Its no wonder my Cuddles kitty hasn't been feeling well and I am so glad we decided to take her to the vet. There is no price or limit when it comes to taking care of a sick fur kid. To me they are my family and my kids. 14 years is a very long time and I am hoping they will be able to find out what is going on with Cuddles. The blood work and a few other lab tests won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. For now they released her to go back home to be with her other siblings. So far she has been doing nothing but resting. She has no appetite but it might be due to not feeling well. Just another sad and depressing situation playing the waiting game. Only time will tell but praying Cuddles has plenty of time on her side.
