First off, the end of last week my husband notices that the car sounds funny so he needs to make an apointment to get the oil changed, which is overdue anyway. Then Friday morning, he’s getting ready to leave to go on a camp-out (he runs a live-action role playing game), he notices he has a flat tire! So he’ll need to buy a new tire as well.
I go out to the site later and stay the night. Even though I liberally apply “Off!” I’m still all bit to hell by mosquitoes, even on my butt! (You’d think the goddamn insects would have more couth!) A friend drives me home Sat. evening because I have to take care of our cats, and I have this funny feeling about them- I’m real worried for some reason.
**WARNING-GROSS MEDICAL STUFF IN THIS PARAGRAPH**
When I get home, I notice one of our cats, Cadillac, is licking his, uh, nether regions a lot. I figure maybe he’s got a cling nugget, or is starting a urinary tract infection or something. Well, he’s still licking himeself Sunday, so I check his butt. He has an open wound next to his rectum, I’m not sure if it’s a growth or maybe an anal gland got infected and opened up. It’s not bleeding, no organs are hanging out, it’s not weeping any discharge. Okay. So I make an appt. at the vet. IF he needs surgery, they’ll probably require that he gets vaccinated (at least $50), because he’s not up-to-date, and I’m going to ask that we do pre-op bloodwork (at least $50, probably more) because Cadillac is about 8 or 9 years old, and I want to make sure his organs are functioning okay and can process the anesthesia. Even if all they have to do it anesthetise him and sew him up, that’ll probably cost at least $75.
My husband is covered in poison ivy and bug bites when he gets home, but at least he’s not injured- last time he tore a hamstring. He leaves for work and calls me shortly thereafter, and I think, “Geez, he made it to work quick!” No, he didn’t. He hit a deer. He’s pretty sure the deer is dead, his side panel and headlight are crunched, and he’s all shaken up. He’d never hit an animal before. So that means more money spent on the car.
Plus all our cats need at least one vaccination, we both need to get new glasses and contacts (I’ve had my contacts for 5 years now-can anyone say ‘eye disease’?) because our prescriptions are old, and we both need to go to the dentist.
But Jesus H. Christ in a Christmas tree, what’s next? Are we going to get swept up in a goddamn tornado? Is the house going to explode? Are the cats all going to get some incurable disease? Is one of us going to get the West Nile Virus or whatever from the mosquito bites? What the fuck is going on here? Yes, I should be thankful, none of the cats are dead, the car is still drivable, my husband’s not injured, he still has a job, we both are somewhat healthy, blah blah blah. Where the hell is all this bad luck coming from? And WHY is it happening NOW, when we were going to try and start saving money? I’m usually like, “Things happen for a reason” but fuck if I know! I’m usually not in the middle of shit!
Okay, I feel slightly better now that I got all that out of my system. I apologise for any spelling or punctuation errors, I’m just extremely agitated right now. I’m going to go make some coffee and pour calamine all over myself because this ITCHING IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!