Well, we finished week 6 of the food trial today and so went for a vet visit. We actually feel quite depressed about it all. 3 months of illness, 6 weeks of a food trial and she is still itchy, scabby and has a poor coat. After being quite well and looking good two weeks ago, she is back to a scabby little girl with a manky coat. The vert, however, was not too worried. He was pleased she has regained weight and clearly the food has helped the inflamatory bowel disease. He was a little disappointed she is still scabby, but not unduly surprised. It is why food trials can take 12 weeks. He has prescribed oral steroids this time - Prednisolone (Had that before for Simba) - and wants us to try that for 2 - 3 weeks. If she is still scabby then, we have to assume we need a different food trial. He is completely convinced it is food as it is unusual for a cat to score so highly on food allergy tests.
So we have bought more food (at the shockingly expensive price) have given the first pill and are back to watching, waiting and keeping them separate. The keeping them separate is the depressing bit.
I went to the dentist this morning and he fixed the broken tooth, but even he was shocked at how bad my jaw was. It was incredibly clicky and tender and Nij told him how much pain I am in a lot of the time. He has decided to make me a mouth guard and I go for the first appointment on Monday. It's going to look so sexy, but if it solves the pain who cares. I have suffered with TMJ for the last 20 years, it has been getting worse, the nerves in my jaw are shot to pieces, I have had so much dental work on teeth that are actually OK it's not true. I am sick of it and hope this may help.
My little boy has been neglected a little so I thought it was the right day to share this page. It was made for A True Friend, for the most recent challenge - then and now.
When we first saw Fiki he was 4 weeks old and the runt of the litter. We saw him again at 6 weeks and he was tiny and poorly. When we picked him up at 12 week he was exactly half the weight of his sister. But we had fallen in love and runt or not we wanted him.
And what a decision that was. He turned into a truly spectacular Bengal, tall, long, a stunning colour, the most awesome eyes and a thoroughly handsome chap. The page shows how he has changed. The pictures were 3 years apart, the first one being when he was that tiny 4 week old little fluff ball.
I used a Maya Road clock, inked and embossed, a hand drawn arrow, a stamped border, Daisy Bucket papers and, even though he is all boy, a few flowers.
I doodled the writing on the letters and was not very happy about it. plus one of the flowers is all turned over when it went on the scanner. Ah well!