I thought we would take a break from talking about Robb's health today and mention some of the other denizens of our humble home.
Niobe, despite her advances in driving technique, is succumbing to kidney disease. Robb gives her subcutaneous fluids every day, but she has -- quite suddenly -- become an old, frail cat. We're giving her all the love in the world, and she seems quite content. She has slowed down, measurably. I'm a bit frustrated because we caught this kidney problem quite late, and because it is keeping her from getting a stinky tooth removed. (She is too fragile for kitty anesthesia, it would seem, and I guess there's no way we can convince the vet to tie her tooth to a doorknob, and just slam the door. And heck no, I'm not sticking my fingers in my cat's mouth.) This is tearing me apart. Niobe is my Special Cat.
Having Niobe get so suddenly sick is hard enough, but having just lost Mister Firsdusi makes this doubly difficult.
I'm in the middle of an acute allergic reaction to goodness-know-what. Every two or three years, I expose myself to something, and my face puffs up like a big, angry balloon. Sometimes I end up in the hospital, and sometime (like now) I catch the symptoms early enough and dose myself up with benadryl. The combination of histamine rushing through my system (speedy and awful) and the antihistamines (zombified stupor) is not a pleasant one. Robb likens it to drinking several Irish Coffees on an empty stomach. This allergy thing has been going on for four days, now. I'll be seeing a doctor this afternoon.
Otherwise, things are going well, we're looking forward to getting together with our letterboxing pals this weekend!