My lab scores continue to fall closer and closer into normal ranges. My bilirubin is still high (though not as high as it has been. Creatinine is normal, and BUN is barely above normal readings. The MELD calculator on the UNOS site says I'm now a 13. [insert really pithy string of words here]
Last night we ordered pizza for dinner. Yeah, I know, it's a no-no. But we stuck with veggie toppings, and I'd had a light salt day otherwise (plus I knew I was getting drained today) so it wasn't as big a cheat as it could have been. There was apparently one piece left-over, and the Socialist left it in the box on the kitchen counter overnight. When I got back from the hospital a little bit ago, the box was overturned on the kitchen floor, the cheese had been eaten off the pointy end of the pizza, and Cattitude was busy barfing in the living. No need to to any further detective work to figure out who the guilty part was this time. I've never seen a cat with such a large cheese obsession and such a small tolerance for cheese. You'd think she'd learn. She is apparently the eternal optimist though, always thinking that she'll be able to keep that next hunk of cheese down.
The only solution, apparently, is to teach her how to clean up her own barf.