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sorry, no cute pictures this time.

charlie is dying. we're taking him to the vet tomorrow to make sure he's not suffering.

thank you to everyone. you've all been so supportive. it's meant a lot to me.

this is charlie and me yesterday morning, just before i had to bring him into the vet to be hospitalised. (you can see where they shaved his legs for his procedure last week). the good news from the biopsy results, which we finally got on monday, was that charlie does have IBD, and not cancer (i.e. the lymphoma). the bad news is that we got that info when he rushed him in on monday morning after nearly a full week of not eating, and a full weekend of him staggering around in pain and meowing piteously because we couldn't help him. it was so horrible.

in the course of about a week he'd lost another full pound of weight -- so he was down to only five pounds total. he finally got a shot of steroids (to treat the inflammation in his bowels) and an anti-nausea shot (to try to help him be able to eat). his disease has progressed pretty quickly, and it seems the endoscopy, while allowing for a diagnosis, also helped to further inflame his intestines. the doctor we met with was the same one who did his ultrasound -- she is so nice, and really caring. she gave him an x-ray to make sure he didn't have pneumonia, and even slipped in a quick ultrasound to check on the progress of the IBD, and didn't charge us for it. then she let us call her several times with things like, "HE JUST FELL ASLEEP REALLY WEIRDLY IS HE DYING?" throughout the day. she is awesome, if anyone is ever in the capital district and needs complex care for their wee animals i would totally recommend her.

anyway charlie had a brief turnaround after the first round of shots, and ate pretty well that night... and then he stopped eating, or meowing, or even really moving. previous to this, even when he couldn't eat, he always seemed to want to eat. but not anymore.

i was pretty afraid we were at the end. my sister and i talked about keeping him home or bringing him into the vet for hospitalisation. i really, really didn't want to do that, because i was convinced if we did that he was going to die all alone in a cage in a scary place surrounded by strangers. but my sister couldn't watch him die at home, so i brought him in.

we visited last night and this morning, and he seems to, cautiously, be doing a bit better. the most important thing is to keep him eating, and it seems they've been able to get him to eat. we've been giving him subcutaneous fluids, but apparently he was still a little dehydrated, so he's on an IV right now. if he's still looking okay later, we'll take him home tonight after my sister gets home from work. we are gonna cuddle the ever-loving fuck out of him. i'm really trying not to get too optimistic about his chances, but i can't seem to help it. :( he is the best kitty of all kitties.

here is charlie getting his ultrasound on monday! the doctor had to shave his belly, but not down to the skin, so charlie doesn't have to be embarrassed.

the news is not good, but it's better than we were expecting (which was, "make your cat comfortable for the next couple of weeks"). his symptoms, plus the ultrasound results, seem to point to one of two possibilities; lymphoma, or inflammatory bowel disease. both are incurable and will eventually kill him, but both are at least partly treatable, and especially if he has IBD, he could still be around for several years with a good quality of life. right now the doctors are leaning towards the IBD, because the ultrasound revealed his lymph nodes to be normal (hurrah!), but there's no way to know for sure without a biopsy. whichever disease he has, it's affected his intestines, thickening the walls so that it's become progressively more difficult for his body to absorb nutrients from food.

he's always been a very picky eater, but over the past few months he'd been getting more and more picky, until he finally stopped eating altogether, which is why we first took him to the vet two weeks ago. thankfully, what the x-rays seemed to show was a growth, was actually just an awful blockage in his colon (which happens if an animal isn't eating or drinking enough to pass what's left in it), and once we started him on a fluid IV every day to deal with his dehydration, it cleared him out. it's also made him feel well enough to eat periodically, though he only eats small amounts at a time. he's hungry all the time, because his body wants nutrients, but when he eats it seems to make him feel sick, so he only eats a little. and it apparently has to be the most ridiculously delicious shit in the world or he won't even lick it. dudes, you do not even understand how many fucking cans of processed fish we have in this house right now, trying to get him to eat SOMETHING. do you know how many different types of "fancy feast" there are? THERE ARE A LOT. right now (yay!) he is eating a little bowl of this hypo-allergenic grain-free food that comes in a pouch. he actually ate half, and then went back on his own to finish it off, which is like a total win.

charlie's got another big thing coming up on tuesday -- an endoscopy, so they can get a sample of his intestinal tract and test it to figure out which disease he's got. it's a bit scary because they're going to have to anesthetise him, and he has a heart murmur which could complicate things. but if everything goes well, then the doctors will get what they need, and then hopefully we can get him on some medication and get him feeling better and putting weight back on, and he'll still be here at christmas so he can see how jenna louise coleman manages to become the new companion after being a [spoiler] in the season premiere.

thanks for all the comments on the last post, guys. they were really appreciated. <3

look at this handsome dude. he loves hanging out with his humans, and stalking feathery toys, catnip bags, and flip flops. if you call out his name from another room, he comes in and is like, "hey, what's up?" he thinks he is married to my sister, so when she started dating her boyfriend he would, in the middle of the night, take the springy door stop in his mouth and then relese it with a god-awfully loud 'SPROINGGGGG". then he'd go lay between them in bed. now the boyfriend has been around long enough that when he's not home, charlie will wait for him at the top of the stairs. at night, he likes to sleep between your legs, or cuddles up next to you like a teddy bear. he likes to give lots of loving head-butts, and jump onto my back and purr loudly in my ear.

last saturday the vet found a large growth in his abdomen. he's going in for an ultrasound right now. keep him in your thoughts if you can. <3

just realised why i love handy so much.

he looks like david tennant.

he acts like catherine tate.

that is a recipe for a Perfect Human.

yah i might be writing fic what of it

hey internetz, i'm moving to island tonight, i might not have access to yer sweet electronic goodness for a few days. i'll be back soon. <3<3<3

i have strep throat and i keep thinking i should post more. or at all. so here is a lovely Doctor Who & Sherlock meme that i stole from

calapine

1. Sherlock or Doctor Who

doctor who forever. sherlock holmes is my first fandom, but sherlock's just one iteration of that. also, anything with the TARDIS automatically wins.

2. Moriarty or the Master?

are we voting on who is my fav or who is actually competent? the answer would change depending on which angle we're going for!

but anyway, the master.

( more things you totally want to procrastinate with by reading under this cut )

omg i haven't updated in so long i forgot how to lj-cut. that is terrible. D:

i had a dream last night that moffat wrote the most rubbishy, godawful script for the sherlock s2 premiere - like, it started off as a okay pastiche of SCAN with bits of SIGN thrown in, and then it degenerated into this bizarre story about symbols of femininity throughout history and all of the characters became idiots and then they found all these metaphors in a warehouse and then randomly burned it down in some kind of incredibly stupid and heavy-handed attempt at putting the history of women's oppression behind them and Moving On and oh god it was terrible.

then i woke up and i was so glad that was a dream and not the real show. instead i watched the fall premiere of doctor who and i was like WTF THIS IS ACTUALLY WORSE THAN THE FAKE SHERLOCK FROM MY BRAIN even thought it wasn't worse, because it didn't have the world's most heavy-handed symbolism in it. but it was indeed terrible. i mean, the direction was godawful. it was cheap and amateurish, and i kept thinking, "moff, what is wrong with hiring back graeme harper, he at least knows what he's doing!" but mostly it was that moff's writing was SO DULL i could barely pay attention to what was happening, and seriously, if you're going to have an episode bringing back the master AND bringing in peter davison PLAYING THE FIFTH DOCTOR along with matt smith playing eleven, and it's still shit, then you've really failed as a writer and potentially as a human being. i got into a huge debate with

violetisblue, who was defending it, and i was like, "HOW CAN YOU LIKE THIS EPISODE?! THIS IS WORSE THAN CURSE OF THE BLACK SPOT - THAT IS HOW SHIT IT IS!!"

and then i woke up again.

i also had a dream about a polar bear trying to eat a stray cat behind my house (note: i don't live in a house or have a backyard). you'll be happy to know the cat fought off the polar bear, and that neither of them ended up in an uncharacteristically poorly written steven moffat script.

last night i went to a beer-tasting party held by my sister's boyfriend and his roommate. i had a lot of delicious beer, so that part was definitely a success. in fact, RIGHT AS I TYPE i'm drinking a rescued beer, "old guardian", from stone brewery. it's apparently a "barley wine style ale", which seems to mean it's delicious and has a fantastic 12% alcohol content. i approve.

i keep forgetting what normal people of approximately my age are like. i was rockin' a tweed waistcoat, a bowtie, fuchsia chucks, and a sweet pompadour, and everyone else was wearing t-shirts. well it's obviously good i was there. they needed someone to gay it up a bit.

anyway, this is all obviously a longwinded way of saying i haven't seen the doctor who finale yet. i'm planning on wtching it in a li'l while, though. this will be the first one i haven't watched with somebody since eccleston! well, i suppose i do have a kitty to watch it with. he is currently sitting on my shoulders, so he should have a good view.

<3s, everyone

Current Location: ok and now the cat is licking my head

so... i should make a

~NIMONS ARE FOREVER~

t-shirt, y/n/YYYY?

yeeeeah so i may have to see this film

so here's where i've been for the past two nights:

so tired but so glad. ^___^

bnharrison has been trying to get me to watch due south for like two years, and today i finally watched my first episode. in fact it was the first episode of season three. my sister wandered in while i was waching.

prof_: "Wait, did I just hear the name 'ZOLTAN MOTHERWELL'??"
sister: "...That is not possible."
prof_: *rewinds episode*
prof_: "Oh my god IT'S TRUE." *cracks up for like five minutes*
sister: "That sounds like a space alien from the midwest."

*some ridiculous shit is happening onscreen, i.e. fraser and ray k are driving around an exploding, flaming car and trying to figure out a convenient place to park it that will not inconveneience any passers-by. don't forget the parts with the ghost dad and the deaf dog that can read lips*
sister: "Well, I can never watch 'The Wire' after seeing it's so clearly ripped off from this show!"

i am looking forward to how callum keith rennie's chicago accent will develop through the series. :D

comics i have read in the past three weeks:

Swamp Thing:
The Curse
A Murder Of Crows
Earth To Earth

Hellblazer:
Original Sins
The Fear Machine
Rare Cuts
Dangerous Habits
Bloodlines
Fear And Loathing
Tainted Love
Damnation's Flame
Son Of Man
Setting Sun
Highwater
Red Sepulchre
Reasons To Be Cheerful
The Red Right Hand
Chas: The Knowledge
Pandemonium

The Books Of Magic
The Books Of Magic

but not quite in that order. so yah there is a general theme there and it is JOHN CONSTANTINE, who i have always sort of meant to read but never got round to til now. that's all the constantine i've been able to get from the library (so far), with the exception of "the family man" because i've been saving it so i don't run out of jamie delano. BECAUSE I LOVE HIM. imma probably start that in about five minutes, tho.

which reminds me, if you like hellblazer and you haven't read "pandemonium", you really should. not only the first new delano hellblazer in years and years, but the first time i've read a story about iraq where i wasn't tensed up the whole time waiting for the author to throw me out of the story with shitty politics.

also,

violetisblue, you should totally be reading this. i mean not just cos i think you'd like constantine's fuck you attitude, hatred of fascists, and general surly sense of humour, but also because he looks like sting. :D THINK ABOUT IT, VALI.

watching slings and arrows s2:

prof_pangaea: omg do not quote richard nixon

bnharrison: he does nothing BUT quote richard nixon

prof_pangaea: OH GOOD LORD

(src)

hahahaha man i love this show.

"Everybody loved Sarah Jane Smith."

a comment i saw on one of the many memorials i have read in the past several days.

it's very true.

i hadn't rewatched the pandorica opens/the big bang since they aired, until just now. OH MY GOD, THEY'RE TOTAL MAGIC. i enjoyed them when i first watched, but this time i loved them. i need to rewatch all eleventy, stat.

o hai guys! so apparently gally is happening in a matter of... days. i do not know how that happened but there it is. so who else among my fannish aquaintance will be there? i am excite, peoples!

if you want to meet me, i look like my icon, except not green and with a face! :D

i still have some t-shirts to sell if anyone is interested. let me know size/colour and i'll see what i've got. <3

sleep doesn't seem to be my friend tonight, so somehow i ended up flicking through the files in my computer and i found this excerpt from an old story i haven't worked on in years. i doubt i'll ever finish it, but right now, at four in the morning, that seems a shame. ah well.

Once, soon after he and Watson had first moved into their rooms in Baker Street, Mrs. Hudson had found him sitting on the stoop, contemplating some truly atrocious acts after having been foolish enough to surreptitiously attend a lecture by Professor Moriarty. It had concerned the usefulness of non-Euclidean geometry in physics. It was late, and damp, and cold, and he never knew why she had been awake at such an hour. She had found him sitting on the stoop and brought him inside, into the kitchen, and had made him tea, sat with him, talked to him about nothing, really, and, somehow, made him feel human again. He was so affected by this simple act that for some weeks afterward he felt as if he might be in love with her, a concept that frightened him immensely. It taught him the power of kindness -- its effectiveness as a tool and the necessity of shielding himself from its terrible effects.

He was young then; young and naive, for he truly thought that it would be possible to protect himself from the power of emotion, from the effortless dominion of love. Experience had taught him the folly of such pathetic arrogance.

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