My cat is still broken

Poor Fly. A few weeks ago, we took her and Booger to the vet to have their teeth cleaned. Each cat had one extraction and was sent home with Clavamox (liquid antibiotics) and a pain pill. Neither cat was thrilled about getting dosed, but Fly refused the pill and would drool uncontrollably if she tasted it. Even hiding it in Pill Pockets didn't work. But the vet said she was probably OK, just finish the Clavamox. Well, a few days later, she started vomiting and attacking Booger. The vet said to stop the Clavamox and keep an eye on her. A few days later, she was still barfing and attacking, but the vet said to keep watching. A few more days and the situation hadn't improved, so the vet ordered up carafate.

The carafate seemed to help, but Andy and I had a trip planned and our wonderful house-sitter had a terrible time dosing Fly (she did it once with help from our neighbors). Fly was OK for a few days, but barfed the last 3 days we were gone. Upon returning home, I resumed the carafate twice daily and Fly seemed OK...until we found barf Monday afternoon and she barfed again yesterday morning. So I stopped the carafate and am waiting to see what awaits when we get home tonight.

The attacks on Booger have slowed, but every now and then, Fly will get a wild look in her eye and lunge for him. This happened in the middle of the night a couple nights ago and she awoke Andy as she raced across his chest.

Needless to say, Fly will have to go back to the vet. I dread taking her in, because it seems like that caused all of this in the first place. But I can't have her barfing and attacking for the rest of her life!