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took my cat, sylvester, to the vet this afternoon. he had been making funny noises when he breathed, had gross yellow crusties around his nose and had been miserably lethargic. and of course i dumbly thought that maybe he had a kitty cold or something and they would give him antibiotics and send him on his way. i'm really good at being really, really, really wrong. the vet said that he does not believe that sylvester is three years old like we were told that he was (when we adopted him the lady said he was two and we have had him about a year.) after looking at the cats teeth the vet tells me that he thinks sylvester is somewhere between the ages of six and ten, way older than we thought. the vet also said that he has eat mites and a severely distended abdomen which may mean that he has a tumor or a swollen liver or some other internal problem. jesus christ. so they bring in the bill for all the things they want to do to the poor cat which include blood tests, x-rays, and staying at the vet's office for a few days and it all adds up to the tune of five hundred dollars. five hundred dollars i don't have. unfortunately i had to tell they vet i do not have five hundred dollars and ask what he can do within my price range which is two hundred and fifty. so we settled on flushing out the ear mites, antibiotics and a blood work panel that will rule out things like feline leukemia, feline AIDS, and might, just might tell the vet what is wrong with sylvester. i feel like such a fucktard for not being able to pay for everything he needed to have done. on the other hand i know that not many people can magically pull five hundred dollars out of their ass either. the poor cat just looks miserable and lays around in the hall all day. i keep hearing what the vet said about this potentially being a major health problem and if it is the fixes only being temporary at best and that my little buddy may not ever be the same again. it's all very overwhelming and depressing. and now i owe joe two hundred and fifty bucks. ugh. i'm supposed to go in for my first full shift in my new position (the job i got promoted to rocks) tonight at midnight and stay until eighty thirty in the morning. i can call the vet at nine tomorrow and they should have the results of the blood panel. i haven't really slept enough to be able to stay up until eight thirty in the morning but i guess that will just make things interesting.