Oh where to begin yesterday. Saturday night I was walking down the stairs with a full laundry basket and instead of gently relocating my cat who was sleeping on the step I stepped over and around her - thereby somehow twisting the hell of my hip and pulling a muscle or something. So now if I sit wrong, stand wrong, move wrong it hurts. Then yesterday morning I woke up with a dry cracked spot in the corner of my mouth that looks like a cold sore and it hurts too. (Not a cold sore - I’m just dehydrated. Still annoying.)
Anyway, I’d been given tickets to a free skate on Sunday with our local hockey team and my husband doesn’t have ice skates so I figured I’d take my nephew (18). Texted him Saturday to make sure we’re still on … he just got his schedule and had to work. Fine, I’ll take his sister (19), who loves hockey players and said she’d love to go if he couldn’t make it … she’s going out of town with her boyfriend. So I figured I’d take my 13 year old niece who is always up to spending time with Aunt Juicy. Called her Sunday morning to see if she was ready to go. No answer. Texted her Mom who said she was still asleep and that she (her mom) forgot that we had plans and forgot to wake her up. Okay then. By this time it had already started and the weather was really shitty (slippery roads and whiteouts) so I didn’t really want to drive across town anyway, but I was still really disappointed.
Spent all day yesterday being bummed out and in pain from my stupid hip.
I have the bad habit of assuming that everyone knows what I know, so I don’t explain stuff OR I assume that nobody knows what I know and then over explain stuff. I’m working on that.
Next time there is a dog in the house, I’ll shut the cage door. I’ve been leaving it open because Spike likes to go in and hang out with Steve. I should have thought to do that, I know that Steve thinks of his cage as safe area with gooshy food. Feral=afraid. I KNOW this, so I’m kinda upset at myself for being so thoughtless.
saje I’m so sorry about your kitteh. I have to confess that like olives, I laughed at the pic.
Sadly it is looking like “damage” from the assault. I am not coping well with this. At least the medical folks have decided it is not just psychological (which they did for about 7 months). I have a consultation with the Women’s hospital on April 9th.
But you should be a little happy in that you did the right thing for him. Cats just don’t show that they are in pain (unless it’s extreme) and a lot of dudes don’t know to let go. You did.
Thanks guys. It just sucks that one of the best things we can do for them hurts like hell. But it is a bit of a relief not to have to worry about him, I know he’s safe and not in pain, and that I’m not going to come home and find something awful has happened. He had bone cancer (as well as masses in his lungs and miscellaneous soft tumors) and I was always worried that I’d find him with a broken leg from jumping down off something onto the damaged bone.
I’m now down to 7 cats, but I still feel the hole he’s left in my life.
The sad thing is it is sooner than I was led to expect.
I’m seeing my doc tomorrow and have decided to ask for a referral to both a urologist and a gyno (at the women’s hosp I saw a gynourologist who was a pig) in the vague hope of getting some tests done sooner and nearer to home.
I love my Pontiac but why is it that the check engine light was on for a while to make me worry. It switched off this afternoon, after I got back from the gas station. I don’t know what the fuck it could be. I am not due for an oil change yet and only have 90K miles on the car.
I had the brakes worked on, want to get you a set of tires and fix your windshield. Your gas tank is full and I don’t know how to help you. Work with me, kid.
A few weeks ago, I requested a refill of my prescription. The package showed up about a week later, which I dutifully set aside until I needed it. When I opened it, the bottle that should have had the pills was empty. As in, “never had anything in it, ever”. And, of course, it’s a holiday today, so I now have to wait until tomorrow before I can call to get another refill overnighted to me.
Because going off my mood stabilizer is NOT a good idea. :eek:
If I ask for a link to an internet form, do not send back instructions on how to generate its paper version. I need the goddamn internet version.
Hopefully the second email, the one where I pointed out I’m currently in another country, will get the information I need. It’s not even an actual tax form (so much so that you can forget to file it for years without getting a fine), it’s a report they crosscheck to look for black money, yet everybody I know who has to file it complains about how difficult it is to find.
I’m going to go back in time 11 years, and I’m going to say to me, “Me, in 11 years, you’re going to be writing for RPG’s and getting paid for it. You’re going to be in shows and you’re going to be acting and singing. You’re going to have awesome friends and you’re going to live in an apartment that isn’t a festering pit. You’re going to be secure and safe, and the nightmares are going to go down to maybe one a month, maybe two- not five nights a week.”
And then I’m going to travel back to now and the depression will hit again, and I’ll feel like none of that is worth crap. I’ll cry for no reason, I’ll stare at pages of work I should be doing and be completely unable to do them. I’ll want to skip rehearsal. I’ll want to just go to bed, pull the covers over my head, and lock out the world for the foreseeable future.
I hear you, buddy. Remember this is temporary. You won’t feel this way forever. Try to keep doing things even though you don’t want to do them. I know it’s hard. You don’t have to fight it, but you don’t have to let it control you either.
