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Jul. 22nd, 2019 10:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeAs far as coping mechanisms go, I suppose there are far worse ones than "take a whole pile of bright, glittery makeup from your collection and smear it all over your face." Not as haphazard as that sounds. Yesterday Thursday was a Ziggy Stardust look and today Friday was an unused look Thom Allison of Killjoys posted to his Twitter. My version here and his tweet here. So, yeah. Sometimes it makes me happy. Sometimes it just makes me powerful enough to keep slogging.
The boy has been to the doc now and the doc says it's most likely an interaction of muscles and sciatic nerve that pleases no one, take these steroids and industrial strength muscle relaxers and do very little till it heals. This would be fine except for the training class, which he told her about, and the way he described her reaction was almost verbatim from his description: "All right, but if you reinjure yourself and come back here we will have words." Hopefully he won't, he's got a week to recover while on the steroids, but argh.
And then there's Michelle-cat. Who behaves fine, doesn't act in any pain, isn't hiding (is sitting in plain sight and then running away because we've been snuggling her too much, but that happens when you over-snuggle a cat), but isn't keeping any weight on either and that lump continues to freak us out. The soonest appointment we could get with the cat oncologist was three weeks. They also have an office about 90 minutes away, but we decided that was too long a car trip and too much stress on an already sick cat. We are on a waiting list so. Fingers crossed.
Which seems like a bit of a horrible thing to hope for, doesn't it. If there's a cancellation, better than even odds that it's because someone's dear pet died. But at the same time. Fingers crossed. I'm scared. I'm worried. I hate all of this. Every aspect of it. Couldn't we just have a cat with a thyroid problem who gets older and crankier until her body finally shuts down at the ripe old age of 22?
No, because that's the exception far more than the rule but I still hate every moment of this.
The upshot is I'm doing okay ish. I got an email from my Mom where it is apparently hot enough for her to use the f-word, and she never uses the f-word, but my sister graduated from vet school and everything there seems to be okay. The boy is taking his meds roughly as prescribed and hopefully he'll do better that way, I'm doing all right. It's just that one thing that unfortunately is enough to counterbalance a lot of life going all right now.
The boy has been to the doc now and the doc says it's most likely an interaction of muscles and sciatic nerve that pleases no one, take these steroids and industrial strength muscle relaxers and do very little till it heals. This would be fine except for the training class, which he told her about, and the way he described her reaction was almost verbatim from his description: "All right, but if you reinjure yourself and come back here we will have words." Hopefully he won't, he's got a week to recover while on the steroids, but argh.
And then there's Michelle-cat. Who behaves fine, doesn't act in any pain, isn't hiding (is sitting in plain sight and then running away because we've been snuggling her too much, but that happens when you over-snuggle a cat), but isn't keeping any weight on either and that lump continues to freak us out. The soonest appointment we could get with the cat oncologist was three weeks. They also have an office about 90 minutes away, but we decided that was too long a car trip and too much stress on an already sick cat. We are on a waiting list so. Fingers crossed.
Which seems like a bit of a horrible thing to hope for, doesn't it. If there's a cancellation, better than even odds that it's because someone's dear pet died. But at the same time. Fingers crossed. I'm scared. I'm worried. I hate all of this. Every aspect of it. Couldn't we just have a cat with a thyroid problem who gets older and crankier until her body finally shuts down at the ripe old age of 22?
No, because that's the exception far more than the rule but I still hate every moment of this.
The upshot is I'm doing okay ish. I got an email from my Mom where it is apparently hot enough for her to use the f-word, and she never uses the f-word, but my sister graduated from vet school and everything there seems to be okay. The boy is taking his meds roughly as prescribed and hopefully he'll do better that way, I'm doing all right. It's just that one thing that unfortunately is enough to counterbalance a lot of life going all right now.
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Date: 2019-07-23 01:30 am (UTC)