Becket went to the feline cardiologist. The latest appointment I was able to get was 2:00pm, so Bob has been dropping Charlotte at daycare so that I could go in early to work every morning this week. As it was, I'm still going to end up with a short paycheck - I decided not to skip my workouts, so there was only so much time I could make up. When looked at a map, I realized I was going to have to leave the office at 1:00 in order to get home, containerize the cat and get to the specialty vet in time - which meant no spinning today. Which actually bummed me out - apparently I have drunk the Cool-Aid.
I talked to the vet tech, and then the fancy vet - what wonderfully nice people! Also, they liked my boy. Then I got to sit while they did (let's see if I get all of this...) a long term EKG, an echocardiogram, a chest x-ray, and a blood draw. I think it was the EKG that took the longest, because they were hoping to catch a picture of a transient arrhythmia. It took over three *weeks* for mine to show up on a monitor...
Good thing for me that I remembered my Kindle. I managed to read almost all of John Scalzo's "Redshirts," which I highly recommend to anyone who ever watched the original "Star Trek." The whole thing is a giggle, and I enjoyed every minute of it (Bob is giggling on the other end of the couch right now.)
So. Becket has an arrhythmia - they actually caught it on the EKG. It's not dangerous, and anesthesia is not contraindicated so he can have his teeth cleaned - if only I could afford it now... They're not sure WHY he has an arrythmia - she has recommended two follow ups (for two different things,) so hopefully that will tell us something.
It was another $1,200 day. Sigh. Fuzzy little bastards.