Enigmatic
Three hours after the two, and still grinning like a dope.
Butterflies!
Cool
A couple online friends are moving in together sometime soonish. It wasn’t sounding like they’d be able to get together very soon, but that has suddenly changed, as I was told. Ig and his pookie are really rad people, and I’m so happy for them that they could conquer the barriers in the way, including moving across multiple states.
I’m considering a late celebration dinner to cook for them, since cooking is often a gift I try to give my favorite people. Assuming I can get the money together to head out to MA someday.
I think mocha rum cake is a must.
Illness abounds
The bronchitis was conquered, in much less time than it normally takes me to get over it. That surprises me, since it was also a much worse case than I normally get.
Since, I’ve been dealing with my cat getting sick. It was very mysterious, and of course had to happen while our local vet was out of town. I spent multiple nights at the emergency vet to make sure the Kibbe stayed hydrated, since he’d stopped eating or drinking, just so we could get through until our regular vet was back in town. All the tests and x-rays and bloodwork that they ran at the emergency vet were normal, yet my cat was lethargic, had been vomiting foam, would not eat or drink, his breathing was rapid and shallow, he was crying in pain if he was touched, and had gone very pale (which he always when sick). The only thing that showed up that it might be was a possibly higher white cell count in his bladder. The vet thought it might by cystitis, and gave us antibiotics for it. The Kibbe has a few more days of antibiotics to go, but he is already back to himself. He tried to grab the Alien in a Cat Suit by the throat and strangle her last night. This morning, he tried to beat the Demon away from all three bowls of food that were out so he could have them to himself. Typical Manx. As our vet says, they’re territorial and pissy.
It was pretty scary before he started getting better. Especially coming so soon after we had to have Whiskers put down. We were neither of us able to deal with the idea of another loss. We announced to the cats the other night that none of them is allowed to die. Ever. They have no choice, they have to go on forever. The Alien gave us one her patented “Go screw yourself, two-legged can opener” looks, and then disappeared into another room with the Demon in hot pursuit. They never listen.
Miserable
What started off as a cold has now settled into an infection in my chest. I’ve got my annual bout of bronchitis.
I usually get this during the fall, but skipped it altogether last year. Consequently, this time around it’s much worse than usual. I’ve got around another week, week and a half of this before it starts fading off, based on the usual amount of time it takes me to get over it. This time might be longer, though, because it’s so bad. I’ve only had this for a few days now, and already I’ve strained most of the muscles in my abdomen from the constant, deep coughing. Medication takes care of most of the symptoms, but not all. I’m left with just enough to feel miserable most of the time, plus the side effects from the medication that make me feel like a zombie.
At least it means I get lots of sleep, even if it’s only in 2 to 4 hour segments before the medications wear off and I wake myself up coughing and choking. With the insomnia, I’ll take any sleep I can get, even if it’s only because of a reaction to medication.
I can’t wait for this to be over. I’m sick of being sick, and tired of being constantly tired.
