We made the error of not calling the vet's place before bundling up the cats in their carriers and driving over to the office this morning, as they were full and had no same-day appointments available. Fortunately, the cats can be seen tomorrow morning, and that's what I plan to do. The vet tech suggested we go get some Sheba food and some chicken baby food - both of which got big Hard No's from the cats. They did, however, nibble on their regular food, which is good. Now the trick is to see if they keep said food down in their bellies the entire night!
Himself called the Cardiac Rehab folks, once we had returned from our ultimately futile foray to Target, to check on the time of his appointment. It's a good thing that he did, because he was due to be seen two hours before the time we had in the calendar! We actually made it there a bit early, which is a good thing, because trying to figure out where to park was a bit challenging. He parked in the "ER only" parking lot; I wound up reparking in the "normal" parking lot.
He filled out some paperwork and was given a folder with schedules. They made him walk for about six minutes to measure his heart rate and oxygen saturation. He even did a bit of exercise. A highlight is that I will be able to work out with him for $10 per month. The VA is going to cover 36 sessions over six months' time, though if he goes three times per week, he will work through his sessions in about three months. We'll see how things work out.
We got back home just in time for dinner. I got the Queen Mother's dinner together, Himself fixed his dinner, then I fixed my dinner. We're due for another grocery shopping run in a day or two, so we will need to pool our resources. I think we'll be okay.
I had a low-level headache for much of the day, and the Queen Mother was in one of her blah moods, so I was not the most diplomatic of Libras today. I'm hoping tomorrow will be better.
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