They didn't need to extract any teeth which is good - recovery time should be shortened without any holes in her gums.
I'll spare you all the gory details of gum scaling. The vet sent off a tissue sample for biopsy. She doubts cancer because the diseased tissue was in a symmetrical pattern. She does think there is a chance that Isadora has an immune system problem. We'll know more on Monday.
The "mouth issue" is now referred to as the "tissue issue" - said in a British accent.
I got her a pink, fuzzy bed - not my taste but I think it's hers. There is something so girly about her.
Yes - she's staying in the bathroom for awhile. It's easier for me to monitor food/water.
Thankfully she likes the bed and has stopped sleeping under the toilet tank or in her own litter.
Siren sums up our state of mind ...
I'm exhausted and feeling a bit sorry for myself.
Adopting Isadora was so soon after Mia and I thought I had a fun, affectionate companion for Siren - and me.
The stress is ... it's stressful.
I have found an agency that might get me an orthopedic evaluation. This is where I left off over a year ago when I lost my health insurance. The evaluation would (I hope/they think) solve the disability benefits war.
Of course there are forms and appointments. It has been my mission all week. I have driven hundreds of miles - to Trenton (where our big, fat, fucking horror of a Governor has set up his nest) and to Neptune (no sea creatures) and to a host of other places in between. There is a process to every process.
Now nothing will happen until March 18th when I go back to see the intake physician.
I'm grateful for their help and will stay positive and proactive but today ...
Today I'm just sick and tired of it all.
I love youse guys and appreciate all the comments and support.
I think I'm going to go spike my coffee.