So because I'm peri-menopausal, I've become extremely absentminded. So it was that this morning I went through the usual routine of animal feeding, and only after giving George his Pepsid realized I'd given him instead a medicine I had on hand for Amie. I jumped on the net to see whether it was a problem.
After seeing things like "liver toxicity:" and "renal failure," I called the vet.
"I accidentally gave my cat 3 cc's of Metacam," I said.
The receptionist put me on hold. A half-minute later she came back on and said,"Can you come here? Like, now?"
So I shoved poor George into the carrier and headed for the vet. Because I'm also PMS-ing, I was getting teary and whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," all the way. George looked unhappy, but then again he is not a fan of the car. It was hard to tell whether he was depressed or heading into The Light. Whichever it was, he was calm.
A thought occurred to me.
I got to the vet, and said, "you know, I realized I misspoke. It was not 3 cc's; it was POINT 3 cc's."
I was put into the exam room and Dr Davis, my vet, came in.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that you made that dosage mistake, because I was already setting up the payment plan for the supportive care and hospitalization that he would have needed."
"Do we even really need to be here?" I asked.
"Well, no. BUT, he's 18, he's hyperthyroid, so his kidneys are already vulnerable, so it's not bad that he came in."
George got a once-over. He was pissed because I'd forgotten to change the carrier bedding from Amie's last visit, so he'd been sitting on rabbit poop.
Bottom line: I give George subcutaneous fluids each day for five days, plus a pill crushed and mixed with water for his gut.
The bill was about a hundred dollars, which is pretty cheap for a vet visit for us, but still, not great timing. And he goes in for bloodwork on Friday to make sure he's OK.