If you know me, and/or have followed me that long, you may remember, some years ago, when my fluffy little ball of Fuck You, Mochi, bit my hand numerous times when I was trying to get her out from under the futon (where Leo had chased her just for the fun of it – Loved you Leo – but seriously WTF?)
Well, one of my dear cousins has a cat that is in decline. Of course, cats can’t tell you what is going on, and she and her husband are doing everything they can so that what time he has is comfortable.
Last week, said cat bit her on the hand for no apparent reason. She wasn’t even touching him. And the bite was deep.
She cleaned it up with alcohol and peroxide, but the next day her hand was swollen and those dreaded red streaks were headed up her arm. So off to urgent care she goes – where they inject mega doses of antibiotics and write her a scrip for more antibiotics. And they tell her, if it’s not better the next day, she needs to go to the ER.
Next day, it’s worse.
So off she goes to the ER. They give her three IVs while she waits to be transported to the hospital.
She is held at the ER for 12 fucking hours. Because the hospital has no available beds (and they won’t let anyone else take her over to the hospital).
Nobody offered to give her any food. She finally demanded some food and they found her a box lunch with a tuna sandwich (this was at 7 p.m.). She was all alone because she insisted her husband go home. I just wish I knew sooner, because you know my big fat lady ass would have been there. But by the time I found all this out, they kept telling her the ambulance would be transporting her any minute.
She got to the ER at 11 AM and they finally loaded her into the ambulance for transport at 11 PM. She called me at midnight – finally in the hospital and she called this morning and she’s doing okay – but they want to keep her at least one more day.
Nobody knows why the antibiotics aren’t working, but she is lacking some of her lymph nodes on that side. So I’m thinking her immune system is a bit compromised on that side or it’s a resistant bug that got into her. The hospital “germ” doctor told her they can’t open the wound and get a sample (no, I don’t know why – maybe it’s simply too late at this point) to determine what set all of this off. Hopefully, the antibiotic IVs she’s getting will take care of the problem.
And she is now quite famous. Everyone (from the transporting paramedic, to the hospital staff) is intrigued by her case and she is (affectionately) referred to as “Mrs. Cat-Bite”.