Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Denial is a river, right?
I am very pleased to report that I do not need to make a new year's resolution to lose weight this year: I continue to hold steady at just under 9 lbs!
I am less pleased to report the Peeps betrayed me and took me to the vet to see my "friend" Dr. Lerman. It seems that they were worried about me, as I have apparently been exhibiting some "atypical behaviours", including such things as seizures, not breathing, and hissy fits. I will spare you all the gory details as it really doesn't make for good clean copy, and, quite frankly, some of it is not flattering (I NEVER tried to murder Vanessa; I don't know how they could characterize it that way...it was really just a misunderstanding).
Even worse than today's betrayal, however, is the fact that I must go back for more tests, some of which I understand may not be pleasant, involving either blood or bananas (I wasn't clear on this point; see explanation below). It's the usual two-pronged approach to diagnosis. First, rule out the biochemical possibilities (hyper-thyroid, hypoglycemia). Second, consider more frightening possibilities (brain damage resulting from nasty bonk on head or possible brain tumour). Given the wide variation of possible diagnosis, and presumably, course of action and remedy, I am in favour of more testing over less testing, notwithstanding the possible banana factor.
Dr. Lerman told me that these things -- having your body kick you in the arse when you're having a nice nap in a warm sunbeam-- can happen when you get old (I am almost 13 after all), but I'll be honest, I may have looked like I was paying attention, but really I was singing "la la la" in my head as I am wont to do at the vet's and couldn't really hear him. I mean, I heard him, but I didn't really hear him, if you get my drift. Denial and delusion -- they're both rivers in Canada, right?
One good thing resulted from today's sojourn to the vet's: my Peeps have been doting on me more than ever before, which is actually a fair amount of dote, let me tell you. It's good to be Queen Koko!