I don’t have a picture because it’s night time and too dark to get a decent shot unless I use the flash, so you’ll just have to wait til tomorrow to see him in his lovely blue ascot with the feeding tube sprouting from his neck.
I picked him up after work tonight and was given food, syringes, meds, and instructions. A bit later this evening (like in fifteen minutes) I’ll blend his high-calorie food with water so it’s the proper consistency for the tube…then I’ll flush the tube with a small amount of lukewarm water and feed him gradually, over about half an hour…plus his evening dose of antibiotic…then flush with a bit of water after all that.
There’s a lot of stuff to pay attention to, and I’ll be showing Bill and the kids what needs to be done so they can do it if I’m at work.
I am already planning to make a chart with dosages and meds and places to check off what’s been done.
I love charts. And this seems like the perfect opportunity to make a really BIG chart.
Forgive me – it’s past my bedtime, and it’s been a strange, worrisome bunch of days.
And in the midst of all that, my kids went back to school – something that sort of ranked second, far below the Scratchy And His Fatty Liver Crisis.
Scratchy, for his part, was very happy to see me and didn’t complain too much on the ride home (he does not like riding in the car). And when I got home, most of the lights in the house were off, but – no surprise here – I heard small feet padding quickly down the stairs, and as I let Scratchy out of his carrier, Alex appeared.
Smiling. So happy. So relieved.
That’s the best part.