I whine and whine and whine...
Mar. 9th, 2008 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rimturseToday was one of those days I don't care to repeat. Ever. Murphy's Law and then some.
Was too stressed to sleep, so stayed up until 3:00 surfing around the net. Got up at 8:00 to check on the kittens who were spayed and neutered Friday. Everthing fine, went to bed again.
11:00 the phone rings and has me jumping out of bed like jack-in-the-box. It's not for me. Since I'm awake, I take my injection, which I forgot to do yesterday. Then I go to check on the kittens again.
Greedy the little twit has managed to get out of her post-OP collar (probably assisted by the ever-helpful Timid, who thinks the collar is way cool) and has yanked all but one of her stitches out. It looks fine, but I still call the emergency vet, who asks me to come in with her just in case. It's a 30 minute drive each way and the vet is about to leave, so could we please hurry?
Vet was very sweet, she thought it looked fine as well and decided not to do anything about it. Told me to take the kitty home and keep an eye on her. Which I do, running up and down the stairs throughout the day like a crazy woman. Greedy is basking in all the attention - plus she's gotten used to the collar and now runs about, playing and bossing the boys around, instead of being huddled in a corner, all the world's misery and woe bundled up in one little kitten. Who knew that instant depression comes in the form of a little, see-through plastic collar?
We're home at 12:45 - I do some dishes, put on a laundry, make a cup of tea and grab some crackers for breakfast/lunch before heading upstairs with C to put up glass-fibre wall covering in the bathroom. Now, whoever said this was easier than putting up wall-paper is clearly delusional. A.Total.Nightmare.
Stopped working at 21:30.
The injection side-effects kicked in sometime during the early afternoon. Aching joints, muddled mind, headache and cold chills - and because I haven't been taking it easy, the pain is promising to be a "keep-you-awake-all-night-May" kind of fellow - WHICH really doesn't matter because when I went to check on Greedy again, she'd been bleeding a teensy-tiny bit.
I call the vet again, who tells me it's still okay, but that I have to continue keeping an eye on the kitten and call my own vet in the morning. I agree with her that it's still okay, but that doesn't help in the least on my worrying. I worry and hang up laundry, checking Greedy to the point where she's clearly getting fed-up with all the fussing.
Just a little over an hour left of today, but did I mention Mondays are always full bead-shop stress?
I need a break. Not just a couple of hours of playing Zelda. No, I'm thinking a full day in bed. No phones ringing, no-one knocking the door. Just me, a book, tea, munchies...and perhaps a kitty or two. I've gotten so far out that I've actually considered renting a summer house for a weekend - one with a jacuzzi. Ideally, C would spend the day with me, pamper me with real food and company, but he's not a lounge in bed all day kind of guy, and he's been working his arse off as well, plus I know how mentally exhausting it is to have to communicate in a language you're far from fluent in. Aaaaand...let's face it. He doesn't have the sweetest and most mild-tempered of wives these days, poor guy.
Okay, going to check on dinner and a certain little kitten.
Was too stressed to sleep, so stayed up until 3:00 surfing around the net. Got up at 8:00 to check on the kittens who were spayed and neutered Friday. Everthing fine, went to bed again.
11:00 the phone rings and has me jumping out of bed like jack-in-the-box. It's not for me. Since I'm awake, I take my injection, which I forgot to do yesterday. Then I go to check on the kittens again.
Greedy the little twit has managed to get out of her post-OP collar (probably assisted by the ever-helpful Timid, who thinks the collar is way cool) and has yanked all but one of her stitches out. It looks fine, but I still call the emergency vet, who asks me to come in with her just in case. It's a 30 minute drive each way and the vet is about to leave, so could we please hurry?
Vet was very sweet, she thought it looked fine as well and decided not to do anything about it. Told me to take the kitty home and keep an eye on her. Which I do, running up and down the stairs throughout the day like a crazy woman. Greedy is basking in all the attention - plus she's gotten used to the collar and now runs about, playing and bossing the boys around, instead of being huddled in a corner, all the world's misery and woe bundled up in one little kitten. Who knew that instant depression comes in the form of a little, see-through plastic collar?
We're home at 12:45 - I do some dishes, put on a laundry, make a cup of tea and grab some crackers for breakfast/lunch before heading upstairs with C to put up glass-fibre wall covering in the bathroom. Now, whoever said this was easier than putting up wall-paper is clearly delusional. A.Total.Nightmare.
Stopped working at 21:30.
The injection side-effects kicked in sometime during the early afternoon. Aching joints, muddled mind, headache and cold chills - and because I haven't been taking it easy, the pain is promising to be a "keep-you-awake-all-night-May" kind of fellow - WHICH really doesn't matter because when I went to check on Greedy again, she'd been bleeding a teensy-tiny bit.
I call the vet again, who tells me it's still okay, but that I have to continue keeping an eye on the kitten and call my own vet in the morning. I agree with her that it's still okay, but that doesn't help in the least on my worrying. I worry and hang up laundry, checking Greedy to the point where she's clearly getting fed-up with all the fussing.
Just a little over an hour left of today, but did I mention Mondays are always full bead-shop stress?
I need a break. Not just a couple of hours of playing Zelda. No, I'm thinking a full day in bed. No phones ringing, no-one knocking the door. Just me, a book, tea, munchies...and perhaps a kitty or two. I've gotten so far out that I've actually considered renting a summer house for a weekend - one with a jacuzzi. Ideally, C would spend the day with me, pamper me with real food and company, but he's not a lounge in bed all day kind of guy, and he's been working his arse off as well, plus I know how mentally exhausting it is to have to communicate in a language you're far from fluent in. Aaaaand...let's face it. He doesn't have the sweetest and most mild-tempered of wives these days, poor guy.
Okay, going to check on dinner and a certain little kitten.
