Best laid plans, and all that...

Just when I was thinking 'oh good, it's a four-day working week' and contemplating just how much more I need to get done on my novel, Lily decides it's time to resume her quest to bankrupt me with the assistance of the emergency vets... *sigh*

I'd already made an appointment for her one evening this week because she's been a bit wobbly on her legs for a little while and she's still more than a little portly, but since everything was apparently going in one end and out of the other, I wasn't all that worried. Tonight, however, I get delayed by traffic and get home after my usual vet has closed for the night, only to find that madam definitely has a swollen abdomen and things are definitely not good.

So, off to the vets, for an expensive check-up, expensive bloodwork and a couple of expensive jabs. The vet got to see me lose the plot for free. ;) The overall prognosis seems to be fluid in the abdomen, which is symptomatic of bad things going on with internal organs - he doesn't think it's her heart and there's no evidence of liver damage, but it could well be her kidneys. It could, however, just be a severe kidney infection and not something more problematic.

Please keep fingers and toes crossed, guys. Again. I just emailed the guy whose meeting I was due to attend tomorrow morning, in anticipation of squeezing in to see my regular vet.