mo had a checkup today. his red blood cell count keeps decreasing so we’re ramping up the epogen doses again. it’s possible that he’s developed antibodies to the epogen and it will no longer be effective. BUT let’s not dwell on that yet, shall we? maybe the larger doses will turn it around again. i _swear_ his nose and ears look a little pinker this evening.
otherwise, he’s pretty great. he gained back the weight he’d lost, i’ve been putting a lot of time into encouraging him to eat and i guess it paid off. his electrolytes are balanced again although the oral potassium supplement is messy and difficult to give. it’s kind of sugary and at least a little winds up dripping out of his mouth during the process, so he has little potassium icicles in his fur here and there. i’ve started giving him a sponge bath about once a week to get rid of that and just generally clean him up. it’s… semi-effective. he’s not that enthusiastic about it.
his fancypants memory foam bed arrived yesterday, and it actually is pretty awesome. much more awesome than the assortment of folded blankets i typically use for him. was it worth the money? ehhh… maybe not. but it is really nice.
i put it in front of his favorite heat vent and he seems to be extremely comfortable there– all stretched out and more relaxed than i usually see him. so i think that’s a win.
i re-started weight watchers on monday. so far, so good. it was either that or start shopping for clothes. this seems like the better option. cheaper, anyway. after all, i have fancypants pet beds to pay for.
speaking of financial shenanigans, i have a nibble on the convertible! someone at work wants to look at it friday. i’m trying not to get too hopeful about it, but if i were to actually sell it in a private sale, it would improve my finances considerably. oh yes.
i posted to the neighborhood listserv that creepy lawn guy was back and wow, huge discussion with elements of bickering and people getting all huffy and then other people complaining about how they’re sick of all the complaining. _ah, the internet._
the upshot seems to be that a lot of people don’t want him around (understandably, since it appears that he starts peeping again almost immediately after being released from jail), anyone who admits that they might consider hiring him again gets beaten down and yelled at (which is kind of understandable given that he is, technically, a sex offender), and he still keeps finding work in the neighborhood because, oh my god, maybe not everyone is on the list.
so that’s what’s new with me.