Rotten Day

Well, this weekend was pretty much a wash for me.  I spent most of it getting ready for the colonoscopy with anesthesia that I had this morning.  The results of that were - not much change from last year - except there was a lot of mucous for some reason, so they took biopsies of that.  

I had a repeat of last year's ct scan but the radiologist couldn't find my liver tumors (this happens with some radiologists who aren't really up to par).  So... unless they have been miraculously "healed" via interferon (doesn't seem likely) then I need to find last year's radiologist and have him re-read the films, or else I am going to have to go to UAB and get them to redo the scan.  I don't really want to drive to Birmingham so I am hoping I can call and get the same doc as last year to reinterpret this year's in Huntsville since he seemed fairly thorough and worth his salt.

THEN my doctor shocked me by having them (this is without my direction) fax a copy of my viral load over to where we were doing the colonoscopy.  I was very pleased by his attention to detail and that he REMEMBERED I wanted that when all he had to go on today was the old file on hand at Huntsville Hosp where I had the procedure done.  On the other hand, after they stuck me 12 times to try to get an IV and blew out numerous veins in my hands and feet I finally cracked and started crying and said, ENOUGH.  Just put it in my neck for God's sake.  Which worked fabulous and was pretty painless.  I'll remember that next time.

So... I was overall happy this morning with the way things went and finding out for certain that I have SVR when I came home and found that one of my little lop bunnies (I have two inside downstairs in an x-pen) was laying at an unnatural angle because she had matted her little bottom with fur and feces, being ill, and she was dying.  I rushed her to the vet and she has swallowed too much hair, or maybe she ate some carpeting, but he said her insides were full of it and he was going to try to hydrate her overnight.  If she survives until morning he can operate, to the tune of about $400 if I have the money, but he warned me that rabbits in this situation frequently don't survive the surgery.  Ans she is just the most beautiful little bunny named Camille, with one ear that won't go down but always pokes out to the side.  She is adorable.  

I don't have $400.  I thought I might try to pawn some jewelry and electronics tomorrow morning and see if that would at least give me enough to put a deposit on her surgery.  I am just beside myself upset about it and I feel like I should have seen her sooner and was probably ignoring her while she was ill and I was just too sick myself with the bowel preps to see that she had gotten into trouble.  I don't know what I am going to do in the morning.  I am just heartsick over it.