Well, here we go again. I'm back at the hospital. Mom and dad came to visit me last night, and I dictated this to dad so he could write it up this morning. Overall my health improved after having those bad teeth pulled, but lately I just haven't been feeling too well.
Mom and dad have been trying different canned foods, most of which I could spew right back at them, and they've been sticking me in the back of my neck twice a week which fills me up like a water balloon.
Fluids shmuids! I thought I was drinking plenty. Anyway, these last couple of days I just haven't been myself, and I gave them a scare because I've been so lethargic, my peeing and eating habits have been different, and I've been kinda wobbly, so here I am. In the damn cage again.
About the only thing positive I will say is this heating pad they have me laying on. Not much of a replacement for mom's or dad's laps, but it'll do.
Turns out I have a urinary tract infection, I'm dehydrated again (go figure), and my kidney levels are off again. So now I'm loaded up on antibiotics, anti-vomiting something or other and appetite stimulants, and locked up in this damn cage with a bunch of cats and dogs, if you can believe it.
I asked for a private room, but no go. I gave mom and dad the evil eye last night, but I was too exhausted to do much more than that.
Note to mom: thanks for wiping up my heavy drool. They'd just given me my meds before you guys walked in, and I can't stand the taste of that sh*t.