My brother is home from the hospital and recovering. The doctors have him on blood thinners so he’s screwed for work for a while: he’s a carpenter and uses power tool day in and day out. Being they won’t even let him shave with a real blade, the possibility of nicking a finger off and bleeding to death isn’t one he should toy with, and so, he is home. He gets a raft of tests back this week which should explain how the clotting happened. One of the outcomes of this could be that he has a genetic predisposition toward spontaneous clots (likely, given my family’s history of strokes), which would mean I and my siblings should be tested for the same condition. Blood! Who’d have though it would cause so much trouble?
Zub is home from the hospital but still very sick. We decided she’d do better at home than at the vet’s. She still isn’t eating on her own but today I gave her some new medicine that might help that. She’s hungry, I can seeing her eyeing her food like she’d really like to chow down but then she starting throwing up again and I can’t blame her for not eating at that point. Poor, pathetic kitty.
I’ve gotten lots of love and good vibes for my sick peeps. Thank you and keep them coming!