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Jun. 12th, 2005 12:31 amThis was the first of three weekends spent at an airport. I had to pick up my parents who came back from Sicilia today. The plane was late and I spent an hour and a half sitting around on the airport all pointless.
I also visited my grandmother in the hospital. She is quite well, just limping a bit (and terribly unhappy about it, because she's a perfectionist). She'll certainly be back home for her birthday, though, which is the most important thing for her. I drove her back to her house so she could get new clothing and check her letters, then brought her back.
I noticed I still have that automatical fixed hospital smile I trained to wear when I worked in the nursing home. Totally artificial and totally insincere. It came when I entered the clinic and went away when I was back in my car. It feels strained and dirty.
Clint is very ill. His heart doesn't work properly anymore; it beats way to fast and still can't pump the blood properly through his body; his legs are already swollen with water. His kidneys aren't the best, either, and he has conjunctivitis, but the main problem is his heart. He's gotten injections and is supposed to take pills, but he refuses to. Just now, I mixed the pulverized pill into his milk, and he actually drank that, which is surprising because this morning when we tried the same trick he just ignored the milk. No matter what you tried, he stubbornly refused the pill. Now he's taken at least part of it; let's see what happens now. I really, really hope he'll get better; but the chances are 30%, so there's not overly much hope.
*le sigh*
*tries to console herself by reading
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I also visited my grandmother in the hospital. She is quite well, just limping a bit (and terribly unhappy about it, because she's a perfectionist). She'll certainly be back home for her birthday, though, which is the most important thing for her. I drove her back to her house so she could get new clothing and check her letters, then brought her back.
I noticed I still have that automatical fixed hospital smile I trained to wear when I worked in the nursing home. Totally artificial and totally insincere. It came when I entered the clinic and went away when I was back in my car. It feels strained and dirty.
Clint is very ill. His heart doesn't work properly anymore; it beats way to fast and still can't pump the blood properly through his body; his legs are already swollen with water. His kidneys aren't the best, either, and he has conjunctivitis, but the main problem is his heart. He's gotten injections and is supposed to take pills, but he refuses to. Just now, I mixed the pulverized pill into his milk, and he actually drank that, which is surprising because this morning when we tried the same trick he just ignored the milk. No matter what you tried, he stubbornly refused the pill. Now he's taken at least part of it; let's see what happens now. I really, really hope he'll get better; but the chances are 30%, so there's not overly much hope.
*le sigh*
*tries to console herself by reading
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Date: 2005-06-11 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-11 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-12 05:57 am (UTC)Wegen der Tabletten ... also es kommt drauf an, wie zutraulich das Katerchen ist.
Bei meiner Mieze funktioniert das recht gut, wenn ich die Tabletten zerstampfe und mit ein wenig Wasser zu einer Paste verruehre. Danach streiche ich ihr das Zeug entweder direkt ins Maul oder drum herum. Sie schleckt es dann im Putzreflex ab.
Aber das geht natuerlich nur, wenn das Tier sich ueberhaupt anfassen laesst. Manche Katzen moegen das ja gar nicht, wenn es ihnen nicht gut geht.
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Date: 2005-06-12 10:07 am (UTC)*sfz*
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Date: 2005-06-12 11:22 am (UTC)