Well, it's the worst possible news. Pidge isn't hyperthyroid; she has hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. In a nutshell, Dr. Lee said "Your cat could die at any time, even tonight. She's a ticking time bomb." To add to it, her kidneys are bad, so he can't put her on subQ's because she needs Lasix to keep the fluids out. He put her on a beta blocker, too. Here's the worst part of this whole day: I felt like I had been punched in the stomach; I couldn't even cry. So when I left I didn't notice that Dr. Lee hadn't signed the prescriptions! So when I got to my pharmacy, they wouldn't fill anything. So Pidge has no Lasix, only one prescription that Dr. Lee called in. The other prescription that she needed, he wrote two separate doses. One said to give her 1/4 tablet once a day, the other said 1/4 tablet 4 times a day. The pharmacist said to me "This is inexcusable. Does he not know how to write a Rx? I will not take responsibility for killing your cat w/an overdose." So of course, Dr. Lee's clinic was closed by the time all this transpired, so all I could do was leave him a voice mail. Pidge has one Rx to see her through tonight and according to the pharmacist, it should hold her over until she can get some Lasix in the morning. She won't have any tonight. When Dr. Lee picks up that voice mail, he's going to need asbestos earmuffs to listen to it, I was so bloody angry! I paid a huge sum of money to be told that my cat is going to die, only to find out that he wasn't even attentive enough to write a proper Rx to keep her comfortable tonight. To say I'm angry is a gross understatement. He and I WILL talk tomorrow, I guarantee it!
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