Chapter 36 The Duties of the Rich (4)

"I should tell you about what happened to the Constitution," she said to me as soon as I opened the door. "Come in," I said to her, "do you have five minutes?" Not only did she have five minutes, but she was happy to find someone to talk to about the cats' little problems, and she ended up staying for an hour and drinking five cups of tea. That's right, I really like Olympus Saint Niss. Constitution is a beautiful kitten with maroon hair, a pink nose, a white whisker, and a lilac cushion that belongs to the Ross family, like all the furry pets in the building, as long as there is a problem , Olympus has become their primary search object.However, this hilarious three-year-old has been meowing all night long lately, keeping her owner from sleeping at all.

"Why?" I asked her without losing the opportunity, because we were all attracted by the tacit understanding brought about by this story, and everyone wanted to play their roles more perfectly. "It's cystitis!" said Olympus. "Cystitis!" Olympus was only nineteen and was anxiously awaiting entry to veterinary school.Currently, she is a tireless student, both joyful and apprehensive for the suffering animals in the building, as she is able to experiment on them. So when she announced to me her constitutional cystitis diagnosis, it was like discovering a diamond deposit.

"Cystitis!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. "Yes, it's cystitis," she gasped, her eyes sparkling, "poor little guy, it's pissing all over the place." There was slight bleeding." Oh my god, this is so interesting.If she said: It has blood in its urine, I think things will be understood very quickly.But Olympus, excitedly put on the doctor's uniform he wore when treating cats, and at the same time, he also put on the costume of medical terminology.I always like to hear people talk like that.For me, "It's bleeding slightly from its urine" is a recreational sentence, ringing in my ears, reminding me of a strange world freed from literature.For the same reason, I like to read drug labels to take a break from the precision of this technical term, which conjures the illusion of precision and is startling by its simplicity, which conjures a dimension of space and time. , where there is no pursuit of beauty, pain for creation, and forever hopeless longing for the sublime.

"There are two possible etiologies for cystitis," continued Olympus, "infectious bacteria, or kidney dysfunction. I first felt his bladder to check for spheroids." "Spheroid phenomenon?" I said in surprise. "When the kidneys are malfunctioning and the cat can't urinate, the bladder swells, creating a 'sac ball' that we can feel just by touching the stomach," explains Olympus.But that's not all.When diagnosed, it was impossible to tell if he was sick, the only thing that was known was that he continued to pee all over the place. "

I think of Solange Rose's living room as a big straw mattress the color of tomato sauce.But this is only a minor loss for Olympus. "So Solange went to have someone analyze the cat's urine." Constitution was fine, no kidney stones, no latent bacteria harboring in his little nut-shaped bladder, no penetrating bacterial agents, and yet, despite antibacterials, sedatives, and antibiotics, Constitution wasn't getting better. "So what happened to it?" I asked. "You won't believe it," Olympus said. "It's interstitial cystitis." "My God, but what's going on here?" I said with great interest.

"Oh, that's right, Constitution seems to be suffering from severe hysteria." Olympus replied with a smile, "Interstitial refers to inflammation of the inner wall of the bladder, while idiopathic refers to no confirmed cause of treatment. Simply put, When it's tense, the bladder becomes inflamed, exactly like a woman."