Well, she's still at the clinic and still on fluids, and still not eating. But with the addition of her own litter box, she's now using that.. which is a good thing. I didn't get to see her today as I called out sick, but yesterday her nose was completely stuffed up. When I went to pat her and she started purring, she got so worked up she almost vomited. Thankfully she didn't.. it is such hard work to get the food in her.
I however, have been feeling miserable all week. Started with a raging headache and some nausea, and it just got worse from there. My headache improved, but my stomach did not. It has been such a struggle to get through this week. I haven't been able to work out at all as Ive been so tired. So I called in this morning, and called the doctor.. the receptionist recommended coming in - which of course I knew she would, and the doctor thinks it might be viral and to just rest, which I knew she would, and she gave me some meds to try to help.. so I came home and went to bed (now for the reason for this little story) and when I woke up, I had jack on my chest, Muffin between my legs, Eli beside my legs, Emmy next to my hip, and Ollie near the pillow next to me. I so love my kitties..
