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Oct. 13th, 2018 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeDespite being exhausted at the end of the work day Thursday I ended up so full of thoughts by the time I went to bed that I lay awake till 1 in the morning. Then woke up with my alarm at 6.30. By 6.50 I realized I wasn't getting any more sleep, got up, and the result of all of this is that I am fucking exhausted at work already and trying to pack on under the optimal amount of sleep for me, and my brain still won't shut up. Joy of joys.
Then, while I wasn't listening, my brain was creating a novel based around Tommy Lee Jones' farmhouse-henhouse-outhouse-doghouse speech only in Urban Fantasy instead. Because what I needed was another novel project to work on ahahahahah oh god. And Nanowrimo tweeted something about an admin employee who prepares diligently for the apocalypse with binders and plans and is constantly getting shoved out of the way by the chosen one, which struck a chord so now I have a synopsis for that too. And once again I ended up staying up late because I was full of thoughts and now I'm at work having gone to class, worked out, on 6 hours of sleep which is too little for today's energy expenditure, and ugh. At least I get to sleep tonight, sleep in tomorrow, and do nothing tomorrow. I hope.
I mean don't get me wrong, I'm happy to be busy and happy that I'm writing and my eating habits surprisingly are not suffering much for being this tired all the time not from thyroid but from working hard. But I'm going to be equally happy when the fucking show is over and when I get to rest. Something something. I'm happy this is an abnormal surge in chaos. So far.
Mikey is throwing up again though, so that's... Predictable, I guess? Since a splenectomy for a cat with mast cell tumors was cited as only giving about 12-18 months of a good quality life. And so far it's mostly spit, so it might be... I don't know what it might be. But it does not make me happy. It's not even big chaos, it's a vet visit and a couple of decisions to make, now and down the line. But I don't want to have to make them.
And I need to call the tree guy who hasn't called me back yet. Though this is the first time he's dropped contact in multiple stretches so I'm not too fussed, but come on dude. I don't wanna, I'm too tired to deal with administrivia. And the boy and I need to see a justice of the peace about a contract, and eventually I need to deal with health insurance and my goddamn teeth and and and. I just need a vacation from being an adult for about two weeks.
But on the other hand dealing with stories and characters means I only have to deal with logistical problems on a small scale, and I can make problems for fictional people all day long. So that's fun.
Then, while I wasn't listening, my brain was creating a novel based around Tommy Lee Jones' farmhouse-henhouse-outhouse-doghouse speech only in Urban Fantasy instead. Because what I needed was another novel project to work on ahahahahah oh god. And Nanowrimo tweeted something about an admin employee who prepares diligently for the apocalypse with binders and plans and is constantly getting shoved out of the way by the chosen one, which struck a chord so now I have a synopsis for that too. And once again I ended up staying up late because I was full of thoughts and now I'm at work having gone to class, worked out, on 6 hours of sleep which is too little for today's energy expenditure, and ugh. At least I get to sleep tonight, sleep in tomorrow, and do nothing tomorrow. I hope.
I mean don't get me wrong, I'm happy to be busy and happy that I'm writing and my eating habits surprisingly are not suffering much for being this tired all the time not from thyroid but from working hard. But I'm going to be equally happy when the fucking show is over and when I get to rest. Something something. I'm happy this is an abnormal surge in chaos. So far.
Mikey is throwing up again though, so that's... Predictable, I guess? Since a splenectomy for a cat with mast cell tumors was cited as only giving about 12-18 months of a good quality life. And so far it's mostly spit, so it might be... I don't know what it might be. But it does not make me happy. It's not even big chaos, it's a vet visit and a couple of decisions to make, now and down the line. But I don't want to have to make them.
And I need to call the tree guy who hasn't called me back yet. Though this is the first time he's dropped contact in multiple stretches so I'm not too fussed, but come on dude. I don't wanna, I'm too tired to deal with administrivia. And the boy and I need to see a justice of the peace about a contract, and eventually I need to deal with health insurance and my goddamn teeth and and and. I just need a vacation from being an adult for about two weeks.
But on the other hand dealing with stories and characters means I only have to deal with logistical problems on a small scale, and I can make problems for fictional people all day long. So that's fun.
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Date: 2018-10-20 03:00 pm (UTC)OMG I want it, except admin employee needs to ultimately be the hero, because JUSTICE.
Sorry you are having to deal with tough cat choices. I hope he does as ok as possible for as long as possible. <3
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Date: 2018-10-22 03:28 pm (UTC)Thank you. <3
So far so good, I think. The progression seemed to go after those couple of days around when I posted this three other cats in the household threw up once each, then everyone stopped throwing up for a couple of days. So IDEK what's going on there, possibly just a mild stomach virus went around? We washed all the dishes and litter pans to be sure. (Oy so much washing.) He threw up once after that and temporarily rejected his food, but then proceeded to wolf it down a couple hours later I guess after he woke up some more.
We do have to take him in for six month blood tests now, so presumably they'll find anything horribly wrong again now that they know what to look for. But I have hopes it's just a mild virus.