I love cosplay so much I hate it. It’s one day before con, my costumes still need detailing, and the friend I’m helping to make the Epic Costume of Doom is getting snippy about my attitude when it’s the work I’m giving her for free that is stressing me out. There is no way it can be okay to sit in the room you’re staying in for free, stocked with food I bought, with my hands helping to make your costume out of mostly my supplies, and then get upset because I’m getting a little worked up at the time crunch.
Also, I have slept 8 hours in the last 3 or 4 days. While working 45 hours a week. I am utterly exhausted.
Traditionally, this is the slowest week of the summer at work. I’m booooooored, and there’s only so much looking-busy I can do. I took Friday off because I just can’t handle the thought of sitting here all day. It’s not even 11:00 yet.
Days like today I will spend 85% of my time surfing the web. Given that I get paid good money to do it and no one bothers me about it, I’m not even marginally inclined to complain. I’ve just developed a lengthy favorites/bookmarks list to keep me occupied.
There’s a benefit to having access to ‘sensitive information’. They gave me one of those polarized screen protectors. No one can read my screen unless they’re standing right behind me, and they’d have to be inside my cube.
I hate it that you know that I’m a stay at home mum, and you try to get me to take in all the neighbours packages. I did it for a while, but nope, I’m watching a semi-toilet trained toddler like a hawk, I don’t have time to sign for everybody elses stuff, then figure out when they’re home to get it out of my house!
Plus the bitch downstairs never takes things in for us, so fcuk her.
You are a horrible, horrible person for putting that idea in my head.
One of my male cats is prone to blockages, and we’ve taken that trip many times. He’s howling because he’s in pain and he knows that he’s going to get a catheter up the old penis. I’m howling because he’s in pain and scared, and also because of the bill. On the way home, we are both quiet, he knows he’s on his way home and he’s in less pain. And I’m happy because the vet gave him a shot, instead of pills, and shots work faster AND I don’t have to chase him down twice a day and force a pill down his throat.
It’s amazing how quickly they bounce back. Glad to hear that yours is feeling so much better.
I have a couple people on my Facebook friends largely because I want to see what the other side of the political spectrum is saying. Most of the time I skip their posts, because they come from breitbart.com or someplace.
Today, however, one of them posted, and I believe was honestly asking, “Is there still racial injustice in this country?” Her argument had to do with the fact that there are “black doctors, business owners, police officers, and other professionals”, so how could the system still be “slanted racially”?
It drives me nuts that there are people who still think this way. You wouldn’t hear about it all the time if it weren’t happening. You wouldn’t have the issues that came up in the Trayvon Martin case, etc. The Daily Show even did a bit about white privilege. I just don’t get it.
Do I wish it were different? Sure. Is it? No. Speaking as a 44 year old white woman, I know that I can’t really understand it, but I’m not stupid enough to think that racism no longer exists.
Oh, and then she brings up the argument “Jews have been the target of discrimination for over 2,000 years, but I’ve never heard one mention it”. :smack:
Poor kitties and poor both of you. Treating a blocked cat is NOT cheap. Goes back into semi-professional cat wrangler mode…this is one of the many reasons that I suggest that cats be inside only. Changes in litterbox habits and/or output are much easier to monitor if the cat isn’t allowed to pee in the back yard.
Our kittyboy wasn’t exhibiting pain or peeing on the floor, but on Saturday night when I scooped the boxes, I saw the small lumps and started watching everyone. We figured out who it was because Bill saw Baker trying to pee in 3 boxes. I grabbed him up, groped him, felt the swollen bladder and off they went.
Lynn, you are so right about how fast they bounce back. The only way to tell that Baker was ever sick is the shaved part on his belly. (I know I’m going to hell for this, but nothing in the world feels better to my fingers than shaved kitty skin. Now that its growing back out, it feels like warm velvet.)
My rant: My wrist is still sprained. Its getting better, I really feel like I’m back to at least 80%, but I’m still on work restrictions. I know I shouldn’t whine, I have a diagnosis and a plan and a prognosis. Poor VLW doesn’t even have that.
Damn! I need to get some important information from Facebook (where to meet someone later today), and the site is down! Or maybe it’s just my account. Good lord, I hope Facebook didn’t suspend my account like it did several years ago. ARRGH
I have only about a half hour before I leave. I hope the thing will be resolved before then. And unlike most people, I don’t have a way of checking the internet after I’ve left home. FUCK.
Lynn Bodoni, how old is your cat and how many times has he blocked? Is it crystals or stones or is he just a repeat offender? Have they ever suggested a PU surgery? I work at a specialty veterinary hospital and we generally recommend a PU after two blockages. It’s more expensive up-front but generally cost-effective in the long run for a young-ish cat.
Hip hurts, bunion hurts, went for my renewal on my driver’s license and couldn’t pass the eye exam without wearing my glasses:(. Old age ain’t for sissies. Whine whine
For fuck’s sake. On May 20 I injured my knee playing sports. The next day I went to the doctor and was told that they couldn’t diagnose it so I needed to go back in 2 weeks. 2 weeks later I go back and they order an MRI. One week later they call me and tell me that my MRI is scheduled in 3 weeks time. After the MRI I am told to expect the results within a week. Three weeks later I am called by my doctor’s office telling me that the results are in. I am diagnosed with a partial ACL tear and so the doctor refers me to a surgeon. My appointment is 4 weeks later. At the appointment with the surgeon (today) I am told that they won’t do surgery until I’ve gone through 2 months of physiotherapy.
What in the fuck? I was injured 3 goddamned months ago, why are you telling me this now? I could be done physio by now if I hadn’t been given the goddamned runaround all summer. Why even let me schedule the appointment with the surgeon if I haven’t met the criteria for surgery? Jesus.
What really burns me is that I’ve already had to lose one summer to this injury, and now I stand a good chance of losing a second one.
We got him when he was four, supposedly (from the Humane Society) and we’ve had him for at least four years, I guess. So he’s at least eight years old, possibly older, depending on how honest his previous person was. I don’t know if he gets crystals or stones, but he IS a repeat offender. Three strikes! He hasn’t had any problems for a couple of years now. The vet recommended a prescription cat food to take care of this problem, and it seems to be working. If he has problems again, I’ll ask his vet about PU surgery…though of course, it would help if I knew what PU stood for.
Once again, one of my friends has made a facebook event, and invited a bunch of my friends - but not me! Arrgh! Why do people hate me so much? Why do they even bother being my friends if they just leave me out of things? FUCK it.
Not really sure how Avarie’s link is supposed to be helpful.
Perineal Urethostomy, not a surgery to be taken lightly, but cats that block twice, usually the third time is straight to PU surgery rather than trying to unblock again. Basically, removing the furthest end of the penis to make the urethral opening much larger and able to pass the grit they keep forming (when prescription diets don’t work - which is more rare these days). Not as many regular vets do the surgery any more because the prescription diets are largely successful, but it’s still a common enough surgery done at specialty centers. After all is said and done, no more visible penis, and the opening that’s there really looks like a vagina.
Here’s my PU guy, Chico, stuck in his kennel for 6 weeks post-surgery, as the biggest problem after surgery is further trauma and strictures within the surgical site. It’s the worst part! His face is all dirty in this pic, 5 days from his release, from weeks of the e-collar and not being able to clean it. My attempts just made fur fall out. Chico has a much rarer problem than most, though, (4-6% of the already small percentage of all blocked cats) and couldn’t be remedied through diet, and so for surgery he went. It’s not cheap, he’s lucky I get an industry discount!
After what I’ve seen post-op from regular vets vs. specialty surgeons, I would recommend anyone to buck up and go the specialist route, they’re not board-certified for no reason. This month is his 2-year post-op anniversary as a matter of fact.
My throat hurts and so do my ears and I am dizzy and I have the worst menstrual cramps and sciatica from my second pregnancy. I am old and I am female and it is a pain in the ass and many other body parts. I am also working six days this week which also sucks and my company is making me work on Labor Day without extra pay which also sucks.
I went for a nice long bike ride after work today. When I got back, I grabbed my towel and hit the pool to cool off. But cooling off was not in the cards…the water temperature was 90 FUCKING DEGREES. The apartment manager has got to fix that goddamn thermostat.
