Okay; remember that part of me moving last Monday intu here? Where i piggie skinny girl named Nova arrived on Thursday.... I kinda am a piggie doctor, nurse... and EVEN found a solution to keep horney toad Guus upstairs with bitchy diva piggie Nala... last night 12:00 AM!!! Thursday Nova responded VERY enthausiastic - but begotten retreaded, not eating well, no peeying... no poo.. ok you get it. So me as en empath FELT it was wrong, as an instinct I gave her extra water and a bowel thingy- asked her former owner and I kept a cipier eye on my skinny girl, friday afternoon the thought crossed my mind: 'this will probably be a weekend emergency...' Saturday, yup to the vet same problem Guus had a view months back gas tummy and yammed with poo (not one word Bakon) so packed with meds, 158 euro's lighter I went home, she had gotten 2 injection which one was morfie like... she revived... til afternoon... the whole friggin evening she ate, but hardly no poo, no pee at all... Today, early morning I felt she was loosing.. I called the emergency vet and she told me to give the 2 tummy meds 4 instead of 3 times a day, I did but she was lifeless so I took a bloody cab and went to the vet again when I got there she had pooped, (peeyed at home) and the vet told me to continue this road. Forcefeeding if needed, 4 times a day tummy meds, twice painkillers and guess what she's started to revive: she's eating, pooping and eating her own feces to get the pro-bacteria in balance and she's now seeping standing... so yes tummy still hurts but she's got a fighting chance Got to get out tonite to give her forcefeed oh and yesterday she weight 500 + gram and today 770 gram that is VERY good progress. And I'm gonna forcefeed her 1 or 2 ml as it also contains fluids IMPORTANT Then I lost my Xanax and really broke down.. cried, hyperventilating, called my back-up team and I was practicly hyperventilating from crying and she told me to call the Doc from the weekend if I could take a Xanax - with chance already haven it. But sooooo distracted and well I was allowed to and that little Nova better serve me breakfast on bed Thuesday 9 February and I hold in all the vet costs from her pocketmoney.... no Iphone, Netflix or outlandish calls for that girl caz after the moving I only have well 700 left, when i count my saving with it :(
Needed to vent. But my point is, even when your skinny is almost dying, or you have to go to freaking vet TWICE weekend tarife or your relationship has a bump DO NOT SMOKE. The vet was across the street of a coffeeshop where you can buy marriujana well it crossed my mind but I realised it only feel more f#cked up if I'd do a joint IF I had to take Nova down. So quiters, better catch the hairballs that life throws at you ;) so you can throw them back
Nova this afternoon: