There have been some improvements to life since exhaustion/fretfulness.
• The wick has been removed from Edward’s abscess, so now it can heal up, and he says it feels like it is indeed healing. He has had a shower and washed his hair, after a week of not being able to do so. (I would have washed his hair in the sink if there’d been one more delay, but he was very reluctant to have me do that, so I’m glad it didn’t come to that.)
• I called the pediatrician again, deciding I would stay on hold for no more than 15 minutes, and then I would write them a letter saying I could not get through their system and could they please call me at their convenience. But mere seconds after I worked my way through the automated options, someone picked up. It was so fast, I hadn’t even rehearsed what I was going to say, and had to go with “Oh!! Uh!! Hi!!” And now Edward has an appointment for later this week, and it’s nice to know we’ll have a doctor checking the progress of the healing, even though I am twitchy about going into yet another medical building.
• I looked up his antibiotic, the one the doctor gave him three more days’ worth of but at a different dosage, and the CHANGED dosage is the normal full dosage. What he was on before was double the standard dosing. So I felt okay about just letting this one go and giving him the reduced-but-normal dosage for three days, whether or not that’s what the doctor intended. If it had been for a longer period of time, I would have forced myself to call, and I had found a phone number that looked promising as a place to start, which made me feel less flaily and more as if there was something I could do if I needed to.
• Edward’s MRI appointment is over, and it feels good just to have that no longer looming up on the calendar. It felt especially good because it looked like it was going to be THE WORST: he has to drink a bunch of special fluid before the MRI, and he drank a bunch and then barfed it up, and they said they’d take a sample image to see if they could do the MRI anyway, but if not we’d have to reschedule: they weren’t going to let him try again with more fluid. This place is about an hour and a half away and stressful to get to, and thinking of having done all the anticipation and all the worry that we should cancel and all the driving and all the coaxing Edward to drink the nasty fluid, and then have to do it all again another day—well. But then: they COULD get the images anyway! so they did the whole MRI! All the way home, Edward and I were jubilant, way more jubilant than if it had just gone normally without first the pit of potential despair. (We’re also increasingly cranky about the insistence that he drink a FULL LITER of the fluid, when it is OBVIOUS that’s not necessary. This time he drank not even half a liter, then threw most of it up, and they could still get the images.)
• We got an email from the vet, following up on her voice mail from Friday. I didn’t get a voice mail on Friday, but it’s an issue with my phone, not with the vet; Paul is working on it, having discovered because of this that he is having the same issue with his phone. Anyway, it looks like one of the cat’s kidneys has shut down for reasons unknown, and the other is larger because it’s doing the work of two and not because there’s a tumor; the active kidney is infected, but it’s important to get the right antibiotic so we’re waiting on the results of the urine culture. In the meantime she has prescribed a comically expensive cat food, and a general dewormer just in case of parasites. We’re going to try the antibiotics and the prescription food, then she’ll see him again in two weeks; if he hasn’t gained weight, we’ll decide what the next step might be. Things are still uncertain (neither the vet nor the ultrasound technician think that what they’ve found so far is enough to explain his weight loss), but I’d been thinking there was a strong chance that after Friday’s appointment we’d be making the hard choice to put the cat down, so this reprieve is welcome. And it also felt good to know the vet didn’t forget us: it was our own fault we were left hanging, not hers.
• Paul has found ways he can track both the electric meter and the water meter online, so he can SEE us, for example, pre-heating the oven or taking a shower or whatever. He has already tracked down two fixable issues.
• In doing the blog project where I update the links and photos that broke during the move from Blogspot to WordPress, I accidentally discovered another blog that was posting my posts, as-is, as if the posts were their own, with my photos and everything. I went through the reporting process, but it did not fill me with confidence (for example, it asked me to provide the URL of every single stolen post, but there were hundreds, so I just gave a sample of four or five posts plus an explanation, but then the form wouldn’t submit because the explanation was not in URL format), and also I was worried because all the stolen posts were from when my blog was on Blogspot, so I thought that might muddy the waters if the “proof” I was giving showed the posts on WordPress instead—but I learned today that that other blog HAS been deleted.
• I saw a story online about a family who has lost several members to Covid-19, and, along with having some things on my list resolve and others improve and others removed altogether, it helped reset my perspective. That isn’t something someone else can point out to me (is there anything more annoying and less effective than being reminded that you are not literally the worst-off person in the entire world?), but it’s something that can help if I tell it to myself. My whole extended family is still well; no one is sick, no one has died. (As long as I don’t start thinking “Yeah, but this streak can’t last.”)
• But new fret: it looks like we might have to make decisions soon about things such as “Do we let our college kids go back to in-person college, or….or what? Drop out? Take a year off? Would they be allowed back at the college if they did take a year off? What are the options here? Who gets to make the decision, us or them or a combination? If they DO go…can they come back home, and if so, how?” I’m trying to wait until the choice is actually upon us, since plans keep changing and a lot can happen between now and then, so we don’t even know what our choices ARE yet—but on the other hand, this is now something that will have to happen NEXT MONTH, which sounds pretty soon.