Chemotherapy - Week 2
Wednesday's V-E-T appointment went very well according to the humans. I didn't think it went well at all. After all, who wants to be stuffed into the PTU, forced to take a ride in the noisy human machine, and then be subjected to getting poked for no good reason. Bloodwork, hmmph. Dr. C said I was quite the gentleman when he took a sample of my blood, but I thought that was insulting too. I'm a ManCat! Not a gentleman.
My incision is healing nicely and my blood report was "within normal limits. " That means that I still have to take my pills. One everyday and both every other day. I'm not pleased with that, especially as Mom is getting pretty good at giving them to me.
The only benefit of this is that I get an extra treat without having to do anything for it. Like sitting up for it. Or chasing it. This whole routine quite distrubs my Catnap time, so I usually just get up and take it out on Catzee by chasing her all over the house. We have fun and Mom is glad I'm feeling good. Me too.