I have a very clear memory from when I was 5 or 6, the family cat was having diarrhea in the kitchen, my mother screamed and started chasing her, and the two of them ran the circle of kitchen to hall to front room to dining room back to kitchen, with the cat having more and more diarrhea all the way. I think the cat then ran into the laundry room and out the back door, or my mother caught her and thru her out.
There is a reason there is no carpet in my house …
We have no carpet, just area rugs. All else is tile. Somehow, whenever a cat needs to throw up, it needs to be on the area rugs. Of course. Newest rug first. You have my sympathy, Typo.
When Psycho Kitty needs to cough up a hairball, it is always either on the bath rug in front of the shower my husband uses, or on his clothes … :eek:
Yes, there’s some sort of natural law that when a cat needs to vomit, it heads for the surface hardest to clean up. If my cat is near me and showing signs he’s about to hurl, I quickly scoop him up and carry him off, squirming, to the bathroom.
But diarrhea just comes out, wherever. And is messier to clean up.
Just fuck 2017 already.
The orange haired monster. OK, we ALL get him, but he makes the list.
Mrs Iggy’s aunt had a stroke. The aunt who took in Mrs Iggy at age 15 after her mother died. Like her second mother. It doesn’t look good.
My back pain is showing signs of nerve damage. I would really like to be able to feel my bladder again.
I got skin cancer.
My neurosurgeon referred me to a chiropractor. Really? :dubious:
My uncle died.
Had to talk my 70 yr old mother out of a solo drive of 900 miles to her brother’s funeral. Managed to get her a flight.
The flight was on Delta. Their computers crashed. And everything went to shit.
And I spent two hours on a 9-1-1 call I answered <****** ** * ******* **********> that was serious as shit. At least it turned out as well as could be hoped. (Sorry, redacting details of the call.)
And hey, since I couldn’t feel my bladder at least I wasn’t annoyed by a crushing urge to go during that marathon call. :rolleyes:
All of this since the 20th. Just enough already. Fuck 2017.
My dog was a Parson Russell, like the HMV dog. Miss her.
This is not exactly a rant, but yesterday I went to a concert in aid of a good friend of mine who is in the end stages of pancreatic cancer and has a disabled daughter that she needs to find a new home for. That was enough for me to know that I was probably going to cry, but that would have been OK, but the same day I received a text announcing the funeral of one of my best friends. He was there for me so much when other people weren’t. Had to leave the concert briefly to go and sob in a toilet. My daughter has important stuff on this week and, even though she’s an adult she has special needs and I can’t take any time out. My situation at home does not allow for grief. It’s the one year anniversary of the death of another of my best friends and I need to support his GF but I’m not.
I am at a loss about how to mourn when my life doesn’t allow for it. I’m only 41 and it feels a bit early for my friends to start dying off (I’ve been to more funerals than weddings) and I feel guilty for my feelings while also knowing that the ones who’ve died would understand. The people who would help me grieve are the ones dying or already dead.
We have a “quiet room” in my office building. There is a couch, cot, pillows, books, CD player, etc. There are no formal rules around the use of it but it’s described as a place for “meditation, prayer, quiet time, rest when feeling unwell”. The only rules posted are that the door can’t be locked and to please limit use to 20 minutes at a time.
I would hope that common sense and courtesy would prevail, but no such luck. I was in there last week to catch a few minutes of quiet time and someone opened the door, came in, laid out a prayer mat and started praying. I have no issue with this at all, but how about asking first? Today I’m in there again and a woman comes in, lays down on the cot and asks me if I “need the light on”. Hello? I’m in here for my own reasons and if you need the room to yourself, all you have to do is ask and I’ll be happy to vacate. Not a huge thing but it really irked me today. Should have said something but I just left.
My cousin is getting married in Ye Olde Country and my mother has immediately decided that we should make a week of it together, including day trips to nearby cities. I can barely make it through an evening anymore staying civil to that wretched bitch, so the idea of an international flight and several days sharing a borrowed apt. has me beside myself with anxiety but I probably can’t afford the flight on my own.
I’ve been avoiding my parents since last week over this – oh look, she just called me – but I just don’t want to have this conversation. She’ll be hurt and angry that I clearly don’t want to spend time with her and will throw one of her toddler temper tantrums, and I’ll be the Bad Daughter again.
Ugh, I gotta call her back and get this over with but every time I pick up my phone, hey! Some app has a notification that just has to require my attention.
I didn’t even mean to start typing all that. I came here for two much lighter mini rants:
1.) I had a glass of red wine with some sour gummies as an after work snack, and was promptly filled with regret. Seriously, it’s a worse combo than drinking orange juice after brushing your teeth.
2.) The break room today smelled like someone figured out how to microwave a fart. Not sure how it’s possible, but I swear that’s the only plausible explanation.
Ok, I called her. Highlights included:
“Why don’t you want to fly with your father. Aren’t we a FAMILY?!”
“Where will you stay? How would you get around? Do you even know anyone in Ye Olde Country? What are you going to do, stay in a hotel or something?”
… And my personal favorite:
“What are you trying to accomplish, traveling by yourself?”
Ya can’t make this stuff up.
I don’t want to adult any more. 2015 saw my house burn down. 2016 saw my brother die. My mom died last night. Fuck my life.
So sorry for all your losses, aruvqan. I hardly know what to say. The troubles are piling up and I can’t think how hard this must be. Take care of yourself and you know if you need a place to vent we are here.
Jeez, aruvqan. Words fail me.
So sorry to hear it, aruvqan. Take care of yourself and come bitch here when necessary.
But maybe not HERE here; there is a new mini-rant for Feb. here.
Thanks … if I need to vent more I will go to the Feb rant thread … I just don’t want to adult any more for a while =(