I hate to tell you this, but both Frontline and Advantage stopped working for me. On my vet’s recommendation I went with Nexgard (chewable) for the dogs, and Cheristin (Cherestin?) for the cats.
I get a tad lightheaded every time I have to lay out the cash for this stuff**, but it’s better than the constant creepy-crawly feeling.
**(My own damned fault for having 10 cats & 2 dogs)
2 weeks and 2 days until the kid comes. Pregnancy is the most miserable non-diseased condition known to mankind, and I can’t wait for it to be over.
Yes. Yes, it is. I went 40+6 with number one. A week of prodomal labour beforehand. Am 38+2 now and done. Completely done.
But they promise me this sinus infection will likely clear up once I’ve had kiddo. I’ve only had it since January.
:(Five fricken weeks if this fricken gout! On meds, Allupernaol for the last two weeks but I don’t think it’s kicked in. Grrrrr…
I feel your pain- funny how our immune systems malfunction during this state, isn’t it? But, almost there. Almost…almost there.
Stepdaughter finds out this morning when dropping her daughter off for first day of summer Boys & Girls Club, that her fucking loser deadbeat stoner dad didn’t get her signed up like he was supposed to a couple of months ago. So now, instead of just one week between end of school and start of summer B&G Club and two weeks between end of summer B&G Club and start of school, we now have to scramble to figure out who’s going to watch her all fucking summer! Stupid fucking loser deadbeat stoner… learn how to act like a fucking responsible parent for once!
Our power went out three times this weekend. We worked all weekend building a chicken coop and couldn’t finish it because of these slowdowns. Sawing by hand, no fun.
Well, it wasn’t just because of the power outages…one of our mini horses slashed herself open somehow. We had to have the emergency vet come out, and while she was stitching up the anesthetized horse in the pasture, it started raining buckets! We were holding a tarp over them and got soaked to the bone.
It’s nice to be at work today, warm and dry and bitching on the internet.
I am, I have my bed shoved into the corner and all my pillows making a nest, and I still wake myself up hacking. I have resorted to using mrAru’s woobie as my blanket for the sub funk smell, I need all the comfort I can get. With mrAru living 400 miles away and us trading weekends I am double stressed.
I have high hopes for the household solar roofing shingles coupled with a battery bank or some other combination for the farm [when we can get freaking Midwest Mortgage to fucking play along so we can get the damned house replaced after two fucking years of being dicked around by them.] We do have a generator with several seriously large UPS to buffer things.
My sympathies for the poor critter - we had a pack of pet dogs rampage through our pasture killing a couple ewes and doing enough damage to Rambeau [rambouillet ram] that mrAru and I had to put in over 250 stitches and ruined his show and breeding career. Brought my kill numbers to over 2 dozen by the time I was done sniping them when I spotted them.
Fuck Smart and Final. I am tired of their commercials touting prices ‘up to 25% less than supermarkets’. Their prices are consistently higher. Not just higher, *much *higher than other stores I frequent.
Well, up to 25% less means anything from zero to 24.99999999999999…
And 100% more certainly qualifies as up to 25% less.
Oh crap crap crap crap crap.
The cat who hasn’t had his shots updated in more than a year caught a bat on the deck.
Got mad at me because I pulled him inside and closed the screen.
I don’t know about cats but, with humans you can get rabies vaccine after the fact. Right after the fact. Your local public health district should be able to help you. I have had good luck with them in a somewhat similar (raccoon) situation. Also the cats last vaccination could be good for up to 3 years. Your vet will have what kind of vaccine they used on record.
Don’t ignore this. Rabies is 99.9% fatal.
Over the past few months I have been plagued by an as-of-yet diagnosed problem of nausea and stomach pain. Based on the nature of some of my symptoms (upper right quadrant pain, difficulty eating, feel abnormally full after a small amount of food and probably most concerning of all, development of gynecomastia, I became quite certain that something was wrong with my liver.
The first step in figuring out what was wrong was making an appointment with my GP. She ordered blood tests and an ultrasound of my liver. Well when I finally got the results (or at least it felt like it took forever), everything came back normal. “Unremarkable” was the official language used by the radiologist to describe my liver ultrasound.
While it was obviously a good thing that I got the positive results that I did, it also fueled a sense of frustration. Something was going on and not yet having any answers just caused my imagination to run wild thinking about all the rare problems that could explain all my symptoms. I wanted answers! And I wanted to feel better.
Well the next step in the diagnostic journey was a biopsy of my liver. I’ve never had surgery before (at least not when I was conscious) and I was nervous. Well, of course the biopsy didn’t go quite as planned. I had some internal bleeding and I developed a hematoma right over my liver. So I had to stay overnight at the hospital to be monitored.
All of this brings me to where I am today. To say that I’m frustrated is a bit of an understatement. My appointment with my gastroenterologist to discuss my biopsy results was supposed to be yesterday. I say “supposed to be” because my doctor’s office called me, 20 minutes before my appointment time, to tell me that if I didn’t have the results of the blood test they had given me a prescription for, then I’d have to reschedule my appointment. Of course the soonest I could reschedule my appointment was three weeks away. Due to the unforeseen complications with my biopsy, the blood test simply slipped my mind.
So here I sit. I feel sick to my stomach a majority of the time and really, really wanted to find out my biopsy results. Just for the peace of mind, irrespective of specific diagnosis. I got to thinking, if there was anything truly alarming or serious in my biopsy, wouldn’t the importance and urgency of informing the patient override a duty to abide by policy protocol? Let’s say they found cancer in the biopsy, how on earth could they justify withholding that information for a month just in order to have corresponding bloodwork? I had just had a complete blood workup less than a month before.
I didn’t expect to write this much, I just needed somewhere to vent. Thanks for providing me such an outlet!
In general, if the biopsy had found something profound, they would have notified you.
That isn’t to say that things always go as they should.
Not knowing sucks. What labs did they ask you to get?
Stupid literal bugs. We had two hibiscus in pots inside. One was plagued with aphids. The other was probably okay. We finally just gave up and got rid of the infested one and tried to cut off any parts of the other that might have had aphids. I then took the one we wanted to keep outside, sprayed it with a Bayer broad-spectrum pesticide, and left it out there for the day while I went to work. (Don’t worry, it didn’t have any flowers open.)
Apparently, you’re not supposed to leave plants in the sun after treating. I missed that part of the directions. So now the leaves look bad and I may have managed to kill the plant and I’m in trouble again.
Goddammit. I’ve been waiting for weeks to hear from the temp agency and when they do call it’s a job I can’t do. Late shifts (my night driving vision sucks) and eight hours of walking (after eight hours of standing for seven years at my last job wrecked my feet.) :mad:
My daughter got a splinter in her ass, sliding off a picnic table. She had to go to the urgent care center to have it removed. Lots of jokes all round.
Well, except for my uncle’s comment, which was, “This is why Barry the Fairy quit using wood dildos!” That’s an anti-Obama comment, for those of you who aren’t used to parsing weapons-grade crazy.
Jeez, dude, change the subject!
Tree sex.
I’m just getting right in people’s faces with their crap and asking “At what point does it dawn on you that I’m not the proper audience for that?”
Usually followed by some explanation of how they don’t say that to customers at work or swear in church, so clearly they know HOW to shut their damned mouths and they should learn to do it around me, or learn NOT to be around me.