Home oxygen box seems to be working out:
Hobkin resting comfy at home in our DIY oxygen box.
Home oxygen box seems to be working out:
Hobkin is at the vet’s. fosteronfilm and I are home for showers and to get a couple hours of sleep.
Had a worrisome few hours this morning. At around 4AM, the lil guy started making soft whining noises although he ate a snack readily enough. At 6AM, he took his whipped cream-blended meds with only minor wheedling but then couldn’t be persuaded to eat. We’ve been feeding him small meals approximately every two hours to ensure he’s getting proper hydration. It’s also a good gauge of how he’s doing—checking his appetite and all.
It was time to take him to the vet’s anyway, so off we went. Soon as we got him into the oxygen box, he perked right up and devoured a fair-sized meal.
After consulting with the vet, we concluded that our current makeshift oxygen tent at home probably wasn’t doing the trick and got some DIY tips to make an oxygen box at home. A trip to Walmart for a clear, plastic, 64-quart tub, some drilling to accommodate the oxygen tubing, etc., and we’ve now got a home skunk oxygen box:
Heading back to the vet’s to pick him up in a couple hours. Hoping this will work a-ok over the weekend.
Back from the vet’s. More oxygen tent at home for Hobkin tonight, and the vet gave us a handful of medicines to administer orally: furosemide (Lasix), prednisolone, and amoxicillin. I was concerned about how well he’d take the first two as they’re pills, and we’ve never given him pills before. But crushed up in a little whipped cream, and they went down as a nummy treat.
He’s definitely on the mend–a world of hurray–but still not out of danger and still needing intensive care round-the-clock. And we have to go back tomorrow morning for more tests.
Think I’ve managed to catch about four hours of sleep in dozing catnaps in the last two days. Mental faculties blunter than a butter knife right now. But the relief that the lil guy is continuing to get better is indescribable.
We’re back at the vet’s. Hobkin is in his oxygen box, and we’re waiting to consult with the doctor.
The lil guy stayed stable throughout the night so we didn’t need to rush him to the emergency vet. Much relief there. He’s still breathing too hard, but his appetite was quite good. We fed him anytime he exhibited any interest in eating. Since he doesn’t drink water, he gets all of his liquids through his food, and we need to make sure he stays hydrated–Lasix being a diuretic especially. Want to avoid having to administer subcutaneous fluids, if possible. But it meant small meals every hour and a half or so. fosteronfilm and I are utterly wiped.
End of a long night; beginning of a long day.
Thank you to everyone for all the well wishes and supportive comments. They’re very much appreciated.
We didn’t end up taking Hobkin to Athens. Our vet got him stabilized in an oxygen box with periodic Albuterol treatments and gave him a Lasix injection to decrease the fluid in his lungs, but Hobkin refused to eat anything at the vet’s all day. However, when I got there, I managed to coax him to eat a decent-sized (and messy) meal from my hands; the trade-off between overnight veterinary care versus him stressing out and not eating with strangers wasn’t a good one. So he’s at home now in a makeshift oxygen tent. fosteronfilm and I are watching him in shifts tonight. If Hobkin gets worse, we’ll be rushing him to the emergency vet/critical care clinic which has been alerted to expect us. First thing tomorrow, we’re taking him back to our vet’s for another Lasix injection and another day of observation in the oxygen box.
I’m cautiously optimistic, but it’s still definitely touch and go. And it’s going to be a long night.
Heard back from fosteronfilm and the vet. Hobkin has pneumonia, and the vet described it as “bad.” Our vet isn’t a 24-hour clinic—their staff goes home at night—and Hobkin needs 24-hour care. They recommended that we take him to the University of Athens Veterinary Department.
Worried about Hobkin. Noticed the lil guy was breathing quite hard last night—almost panting but not quite—and when I put my ear against his chest, I could hear a tiny squeak, like really quiet whining. But his appetite was good, so we didn’t call the emergency vet.
This morning he was still breathing too hard and he was wheezing slightly. It’s probably just a cold, but I’m having fosteronfilm take him to the vet today.
I seem to be a little disoriented after the three-day weekend. My to-do list overfloweth, but I don’t know where to start. Glargh. Need coffee.
At the first 2010 Dragon*Con Director’s Meeting now. Checked the Chicago room, and I got three full bars of 3G on my Droid! Me likie.
Saw that “Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast” (originally published in Interzone #220) was nominated for a 2009 BSFA Award! *Woot!* For any BSFA members who haven’t sent in your nominations yet, my story can be read for free at Apex Magazine, where it was reprinted, or heard podcast (read by the fabulous Lawrence Santoro) at Escape Pod. The deadline for nominations is tomorrow (Jan. 16).
Also, Interzone is now running its annual readers poll for IZ stories published in 2009. Polling ends March 31st!
And finally, a reminder for SFWA members that Nebula nominations end on February 15th. One more month left! I’m delighted (ecstatic, absolutely blown away) that “Sinner” has received so many nominations. I’m actually daring to hope that it might just make the ballot.