In case you were wondering what it looks like to have an at-home IV set-up for your cat. The bag on the right with the fetching chili pepper stickers contains the needles, as well as some treats to reward Miss Ilse for enduring her treatment.
The heatwave has finally broken, but we’re continuing to give her fluids for the next few days just to make sure she’s on the rebound.
This whole subcutaneous fluid rigmarole did result in an unintentionally hilarious conversation with our vet.
vet: And just bring your needles back and I’ll take care of proper disposal.
Andy: Oh, don’t worry about it. Our co-op has a sharps disposal container.
vet: Oh…kay? Do you have neighbors with diabetes?
me: No. We live in the UDistrict.
me: We regularly find used needles by the cars, in the front yard.
me: We also have gloves to wear when cleaning them up.
vet: Well! So long as you’re being safe about everything. And don’t bring your needles back here so i don’t have to pay for disposal!
We’ve been having something of a heatwave lately — as these 2 cats are very eager to tell you, sprawled out on their respective couches. It’s been somewhere in the 80°F-range for so long that i can’t even remember when it started. The weather app on my phone claims it could be back into the 70°s toward the end of the week, but i’m waiting to see what the forecast is from my good neighbor, the UW’s Atmospheric Sciences Department.
Our new place has fairly good cross breezes if we open all the windows, but we still haven’t succumbed to the lure of air conditioning so this heat has been especially hard the past week for Ilse, our cranky, beloved, little torbie cat. Heat is hard when you’re a cat, let alone when you’ll be 17 in September. And earlier this year she had an incredibly robust infection that took 2 multiple-week rounds of antibiotics. She lost a bit of weight and is down around 5 pounds, with little luck at getting her to eat enough to pack on the pounds again — doubly hard because she’s hyperthyroid.
So this past Tuesday and Wednesday nights found Ilse wandering rather restlessly around the house and howling, howling, howling. Thursday, we took her into the vet’s just for a check-up. Bloodwork came back with nothing unusual, but the vet gave her some subcutaneous fluids because, eh, couldn’t hurt. By the time we were home half-an-hour later, Ilse had, to our relief and moderate surprise, perked right up. Which is good, because we have a whole IV bag of fluids to give her over the next week. That, and some appetite stimulant, should help her through this heatwave.