I'm trying to remain calm... When I got up this morning, Bastian's breathing was a bit off/odd, mostly when he stood/sat certain ways.  Called hospital, they tried to get us in for an appointment but we were told the cardiologist is booked solid and since she had a baby, doesn't want to "stay late" to squeeze anyone in.  (Like the world will fucking END if she is away from the baby for 20 minutes...sure, my "baby" is in grave danger, but nooooo, guess he doesn't matter in the face of merely being with a human that's totally fucking safe!!  She should have quit if she was going to mangle the cardiology department, so they could hire someone that wasn't going to pull this crap!)

So we left a message asking whether I should up his furosemide...and that was about 1.5 hours ago.  Haven't heard anything, but his breathing is more obviously messed-up, and he's less interested in moving.  We've had an appointment for the 10th for weeks, but that won't do any good -- he won't last till then at this rate.

There isn't the money for full hospitalization this time.  Even if he was hospitalized, they said the vet probably wouldn't get a chance to look at him, so it wouldn't be terribly useful regardless. 

I'm going to look up other "good" vets in the area and hope I can find one with extensive cardiac experience. At this point, I don't know what else to do; the normal emergency vets won't have a clue (either they hospitalize, they treat if they know how, or they euthanize) and the cardiologist vet leaves for the day at 3:30pm.  Which, I guess, is how late she's going to wait to fucking tell me what to do for him...again, god fucking forbid she take the time to do her job. Sad to say, I now see why women have such a hard time getting hired, why employers worry about them getting pregnant: ones like Dr. M give them a really, really bad name.  Damn her!

Send whatever vibes or prayers or whatever you can come up with...