Friday, September 29, 2006

I need a kleenex...

No, I'm not sick but I'm a mess and I feel like crap.

Sassy-our cute, quiet cat suddenly became ill so she's been at the vets' ever since Wed afternoon. They don't realy know what the deal is with her but she's not eating or peeing (and I know that being at the vet isn't helping the situation much- she gets stressed easily). On Thursday, a close family friend died of cancer. We knew it was inevitable, but she was doing really well for so long that this is still quite a shock for me. To top it off, my meds are doing very little to keep my ADD in check and my neck is so f'd-up right now that I can hardly move my head without experiencing shooting pains. I am a wreck at the moment. It's a good thing that I'm the only one in this computer lab right now because the keyboard is about to float away in a flash flood.

Somedays I wonder why I get out of bed at all.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, no -- that's a rough week. I'm so sorry about your friend, and I hope that your kitty feels better soon.

As for the neck thing, can you get massage therapy or anything like that through U of A student health services?

I usually get out of bed for caffeine, chocolate or a maple and brown sugar oatmeal bar. It doesn't sound like much, but sometimes the little things are the only reliable rewards in life.

G-

Me, myself and I said...

G- thanks for the concern! I hope your week was good!
I don't feel as miserable as I did earlier in the day- I probably just needed to get some of that stuff off my chest.

-Sas is home-she's still not showing any interest in food or H2O, but she is sleeping lots and not growly at the world. We'll play it by ear, hopefully it's just a minor bladder infection which should clear up with meds in a few days.
-the neck's a tiny bit better- I made time to have the chiropractor rice-krispie me.
-I'm tired, which is actually good news because it means I'll be able to get to sleep at a reasonable hour
-grief is grief and I'm not the Hoover Dam...we all mourn our own special way.

So, I've had three bad things happen this week (#3-my beta was dead when I came home) so if the old wives tale holds true, I should be in for a bit of good luck soon.

I hope you have a good weekend! Mine starts right now- with a couple of muscle relaxants and about 10 hours sleep...zzzZZZ

Anonymous said...

Oh, poor fishie. But, you're right -- that should be it now.

Emulate your cat, who probably knows exactly how to relax when not feeling well. Do as little as possible and enjoy the sleep.

Me, I will enjoy the sleep this weekend. Spenser got his schedule switched around this week because Ryan went back to work, so he thinks 3am is the perfect time to pitch my shoes around my room. Thursday night he ran out of shoes and moved on to purses.

G-

Me, myself and I said...

G-
Every pet must have at least one weird quirk. I'll bet you can't wait until he moves on to re-arranging furniture at 3am. I guess if he creates better feng shui, you won't be able to get too upset with him. It would not surprise me in the least if you were the proud owner of a dog with more style than Martha...as I said - Every pet needs their own personal quirk.

Anonymous said...

So far I'm finding Spenser disturbingly normal. Desi is a basket case, as you know, and Rai was... well, Rai. I'm used to my dogs being complete freaks.

Spenser likes what dogs are supposed to like and does what dogs are supposed to do. Even his disgusting personal habits are pretty normal for a puppy. The only strange thing about him is that he's so smart, but that's reasonably common in a shepherd.

Ah, well. I'm sure he'll develop some emotional and psychologial damage after spending enough time in our house, and that should produce a quirk or two.

G-