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called the vet's office bright and early, and they're supposed to call me back. after my description of the circumstances, they're leaning toward a behavioral problem. she's not licking her pee-pee incessantly, i've seen no blood, and she's acting her usual bitchy self.
when i went out of town last weekend, Gem bought her new litter boxes with the lids, so the litter doesn't go all over the place. i checked them, and neither one of them was used. so, i put her old litter box back out last night, and she's used it. so maybe that's all it is, thank the Universe i hope i hope. we had some Quality Kitty Snugglage, and i reiterated how beautiful she is and how much i love her, and that the Shittard means nothing to me. she knows, she said, but she's felt neglected. you never bring me catnip anymore, she pouted.
*sigh*
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somehow, i've irritated a tendon in my foot, and it hurts like a mutha (could it be eight loads of laundry a night? could it be the constant running around? could be.) i'm off to do errands and get me an Ace bandage, maybe if i suffocate it, it will feel better. okay, i was willing to spend my paycheck on my cat, but i'm not okay with spending it on my foot. yes, i realize how fucked up that is.
i think i'll have to break out the NSAIDs, tylenol is not cutting it at all. this means i'm going to have to eat more than a cheese stick for lunch, lest i want to trigger off yet another Intestinal Disaster. new sneakers (because my current ones are busted out) and i'll soak it when i get home. not much else in the way of treatment, from what i can gather. every time i take a step on it, i've read, i'm re-injuring it, that's what takes foot problems so long to heal.
Gem used to be a physical therapist, so i'll be hitting her up for some advice. in the meantime, my ass and the chair at work are going to have a relationship tonight. an INTIMATE relationship.
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my paycheck is pathetic. take out the money i spent on gas to get back and forth, and i have just under $300 net. for two weeks. that's reality.
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the Empire Building is priority. that is also reality.
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**ADDENDUM**
the vet's office just called and i'm to bring her in tomorrow so they can get a urine sample, just to make sure. i'm to keep her away from the litter box before the appointment (at 11:15) so they can go into her bladder with a sterile needle and get said sample (OH MY FARKIN' GOD, this would be funny if i wasn't so sure blood will be spilled.) all together, the estimate is $116.70. this includes medication, if so required.
reality BITES. and so will Sparky, i'm sure.
gah.
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when i went out of town last weekend, Gem bought her new litter boxes with the lids, so the litter doesn't go all over the place. i checked them, and neither one of them was used. so, i put her old litter box back out last night, and she's used it. so maybe that's all it is, thank the Universe i hope i hope. we had some Quality Kitty Snugglage, and i reiterated how beautiful she is and how much i love her, and that the Shittard means nothing to me. she knows, she said, but she's felt neglected. you never bring me catnip anymore, she pouted.
*sigh*
****
somehow, i've irritated a tendon in my foot, and it hurts like a mutha (could it be eight loads of laundry a night? could it be the constant running around? could be.) i'm off to do errands and get me an Ace bandage, maybe if i suffocate it, it will feel better. okay, i was willing to spend my paycheck on my cat, but i'm not okay with spending it on my foot. yes, i realize how fucked up that is.
i think i'll have to break out the NSAIDs, tylenol is not cutting it at all. this means i'm going to have to eat more than a cheese stick for lunch, lest i want to trigger off yet another Intestinal Disaster. new sneakers (because my current ones are busted out) and i'll soak it when i get home. not much else in the way of treatment, from what i can gather. every time i take a step on it, i've read, i'm re-injuring it, that's what takes foot problems so long to heal.
Gem used to be a physical therapist, so i'll be hitting her up for some advice. in the meantime, my ass and the chair at work are going to have a relationship tonight. an INTIMATE relationship.
****
my paycheck is pathetic. take out the money i spent on gas to get back and forth, and i have just under $300 net. for two weeks. that's reality.
****
the Empire Building is priority. that is also reality.
****
**ADDENDUM**
the vet's office just called and i'm to bring her in tomorrow so they can get a urine sample, just to make sure. i'm to keep her away from the litter box before the appointment (at 11:15) so they can go into her bladder with a sterile needle and get said sample (OH MY FARKIN' GOD, this would be funny if i wasn't so sure blood will be spilled.) all together, the estimate is $116.70. this includes medication, if so required.
reality BITES. and so will Sparky, i'm sure.
gah.
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