Weekly Check-Up & Report
I am trying to hide from Mom's flashy box because I am grumpy because she stuffed Me into the PTU this morning and forced Me to endure the torture of having to ride in her green machine, having my blood taken, and being examined by the V-E-T.
Today they discussed my white blood count, platelet count, and weight. My WBC is just getting below normal, but Dr. C says that since it's taken so long to get that low (4 weeks), we will just leave my chemotherapy as scheduled (every other day) for the time being.
My platelet count is ok, but he was concerned because it took awhile for the spot they drew blood from, to stop bleeding. He said the count was still within normal limits, but that they'd keep an eye on it. He told Mom what to watch for and to call him if I started bleeding from my gums or the other end when I used the litter box.
My weight is down to 15 pounds, so he asked Mom how I was eating. She told him that I was hungry and asking for food, but just nibbling at it. He told her to get some Pepcid AC and give Me a quarter tablet everyday in case the medications are upsetting my stomach. That means another pill and this is something else I'm not happy about.
At the moment, all I want is to be left alone so that I can go take my morning Catnap. But, here comes Mom with the pill pusher. Woe is Me. Won't this torture ever end?!?!?