But definitely a day in Purgatory.
At 07:30 local, Mr. Kat’s alarm goes off. Which I try to ignore, but can’t.
Just as I am rolling over to try and go back to sleep, I hear Dexter the ferret crawling into the litter box… and then crying. This is not a good sign in a geriatric male ferret with adrenal disease.
I get up, I look at the ferret. He gives me a dirty look and hops back into bed. OK: not dying, just having a hard time peeing–which is, as I said, not a good thing in geriatric male ferrets… blah blah.
While my hubby tries to dress, I call the vet–whom we just saw last Saturday with the assistance of the very able and long-suffering Cherie Priest–and ask for a call back as to what I should do. Then I take a shower and put myself together so I can have breakfast, deal with some other stuff and hope to get some work done before…
My mom calls to ask if we are still “on” for lunch or something after her post-surgical check up with her specialist. I say “yes, sure” assuming the vet will call back with simple instructions or maybe a Rx. Mom’s appointment is at Noon, so I say I would like to hook up with a friend (the extra-cool Caitlin Kittredge) who is signing books at Seattle Mystery Bookshop simultaneous with Mom’s appointment and then we can hook up afterward. Mom is OK with this.
I do some work and notice it is getting latish for a call back from the vet if I am going to catch an appropriate bus to downtown, so I call the vet again. Quick discussion with Kim, the fabulous vet assistant, results in “get the ferret back in here.” I hmm and haw and ask if this is a “right now” emergency or a “tomorrow” emergency and they say tomorrow is OK, but today would be better….
So I make an appointment for Saturday, just in case, but start trying to figure out how to get Dex to Kirkland (on the far side of the big lake) today if possible. Finally, I call my mom and apologize profusely for raining on her parade, but can she take me to Kirkland for the ferret’s sake after her appointment? Mom is good with that, but it does kind of wreck plans for a relaxing afternoon.
Nothing else to do until then, I give the ferret the meds he still has from last time and head out to catch up to Caitlin.
Small signing, but much joy at SMB and finally waving Caitlin good bye about 13:20 while I camp in the Seattle’s Best Coffee up the hill from SMB to wait for Mom. Not knowing what’s going on in Mom land, and being beset by fire engines (tending a fire a block away), and then by four full-lights-and-siren police cars rushing past, my paranoia-meter is pegging and I drive my poor Mom mad by calling every 30 minutes to find out how she is and where.
Finally Mom and Eileen pick me up and we return to Ballard to fetch the ferret, then drive across the lake just ahead of rush hour, in a rainstorm, to get to the vet an hour-and-a-half early. But they take us early, too.
Ultrasound examination of the pee-less Dexter–who is suddenly less pee-less, but very unhappy about being touched “there,” results in big drugs to make the litter box duty less painful.
Yes my friends: I have a dope-fiend ferret. Dexter is on morphine for a week.
Needless to say somewhere in all of this, I had no lunch and my recently-surgeoned gums are aching, but I soldier on and we have dinner with Mom, who is doing well, for a woman in her sixties who has recently–as she put it–been hollowed out like a canteloupe, and cannot walk more than a half block without something giving her a red light. But the Dr. says that’s normal and she’s doing very well–for a woman in her sixties, who… etc….
So Jim and I take Mom and Eileen out for dinner while Dexter sleeps off his fix, and my vet dreams of “ferret fetish” novels about rehab from the POV of the ferrets: “I would kill for FerreTone!” “Ferret-crack! Yes! To hell with 12-step programs, I just need the one: give me Morphine!”
Needless to say, writing did not get done, today. Guess what I’ll be doing tomorrow? (Instead of dim sum or MWA meetings–which I’d love to go to, but can’t eat with the surgery stuff and desperately need the word count. oh my….)