So, my Baby Kitty is sporting the most infamous Cone of Shame.
The Boy and I rushed down to the hospital to visit with him after I picked him up from school. When they brought him in the room he had an IV needle in his leg. Apparently, he had been in the middle of one of his fluid treatments so he had to be unhooked from the bag to be brought to us. We brought him his mousy toy but he wasn’t interested. He hated that cone around his head. I was holding him and talking to him and he kept looking up towards my voice but couldn’t see me because the cone wouldn’t let him move his head. His eyes were very wide, like he was still unsure as to what the heck was going on. I just bent down and kissed his head like I normally do when we cuddle on the couch. He seemed like he wanted to run though. So, I wasn’t sure if he recognized us at all but I did notice that only when I bent down to kiss his head and whisper at him, was when he would calm down.
The nurse did say that the vomiting has stopped and they are easing him back into it eating. We will be going back again tonight to visit and should be able to bring him home tomorrow evening (after I pay another $300 *sigh*).
I feel like I’ve been walking around the past few days with a HUGE lump in my throat. Almost, like I could just start crying at any given moment. Composing this post was hard enough to do without wanting to scream. I want to cry all the time. I’m pathetic.
Last night, I finally went to bed around 12:30 and just cried, yet again. I really need to get a hold of myself. But I tell myself, at least I’m falling apart in privacy and not at my desk at work, or in front of The Boy or something like that. I’m still functioning fine at work and interact with others without falling apart. I’m staying strong when The Boy is watching me. I”m actually proud of how The Boy has handled this. He is keeping it together nicely and just doesn’t like to see me get emotional.But when I’m alone, after The Boy has long gone to sleep, I become a heap of a blubbering mess.
Sometimes, I really curse my over dramatic emotional character.