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75% cat, 25% other stuff.
2019-05-25 @ 9:58 a.m.
this entry is mostly about my cat. probably 75% of it will be. my little guy was not feeling well the past couple of days, and would barely eat or drink yesterday (which is unusual for him because he usually eats like a horse and is crazy for water) which really worried me. two days ago, he was wild as hell in the morning, but for him to be so different yesterday and again this morning i was getting kind of freaked out. i didn't want him to go the whole weekend without getting checked out because it's a long one, so i got a 5:20 appointment with boss's vet. i'd tried to get an appointment at a cats only clinic but they were booked, then i was going to just take him to the ER vet but boss needed me to deliver some checks urgently, so i went with his vet since it would probably be cheaper and less time consuming than the ER (since i moved, his old vet is too far to keep going to). i went and did the errand, came back and shoved some wendy's in my face since it had become late in the day, did about an hour's worth of actual work, then rushed off to take mr. farts to the doctor. first, let me say that i just have the best cat ever. my stepdad taught us the best strategy ever to get a cat in a carrier. take the carrier into the bathroom. try to catch your cat asleep if possible. gently lift them in such a way that they stay as relaxed as possible. carry them into the bathroom and close the door behind you. gently lower sleepy cat into carrier. ??? profit. so i crept into the house, woke him up and did the whole thing, but he wanted to drink out of the sink when he saw we were going into the bathroom. i let him, then opened the door of the carrier and he's like oh, cool, and calmly strolls in. like 60 seconds elapsed between me getting home and getting him in the car. he's such a good boy, for real. then, i had previously googled where this vet was and checked to see if there was a different road to take to get there during rush hour. turns out this little back road that runs along the train tracks has NO traffic and took HALF the time it would have taken if i'd gone the main way. i was so excited i got there before my appointment, had the time to complete the intake paperwork and got the F out of there in just about an hour. he was so well behaved! really one of the best boys. he has to take some antibiotics and hopefully he'll start getting better in the next couple of days, otherwise i'm taking him back on wednesday for blood work. all of this is pretty fucking expensive! i called boss and told him what was going on and he asked how much it was, and immediately after i told him he's like "do you need money!? are you okay? will you be good [on money] til next week?" and i'm like yeah, i'm good. i'd had some money that was designated for savings but luckily, it was there. the blood work plus office visit next week will be a lot, i'm probably going to ask boss to pay for it and i'll work it off. he's been dying for me to come in two hours earlier every day so i'll grant his wish and have it paid back in two weeks. he asked me if something was really wrong with him, like if he needed an operation or something, was i going to do it. and i said absolutely. i'll work all day and night if i have to. and he said i know other people don't understand how much you love him but i do. he says he wishes he never got his dog, and she's so fucking bad (of course because he never had her trained), and whenever she does something bad he always says "if you eat something and get sick i'm going to let you die!" but he's like, you know i could never do it, i love her so much. i'll cry like a bitch if anything ever happens to her. and i was like aww. i really appreciate his effort to understand me. i really appreciate that he knows i don't have a whole lot of money and is willing to do this for me. and i appreciate the most that he knows how much i love this little weirdo. he's my boy. i just hope the antibiotic does the trick. the vet told me this one is the strongest and should put a stop to anything that may be "brewing," so fingers crossed. i'm taking off tomorrow because this whole thing was honestly pretty stressful for me today. i did some deep breathing and just kept telling myself not to panic. i swear, my whole place could burn to the ground, and i could lose every single thing i owned. but as long as my little dude is okay, i'm okay. i was just getting so upset thinking that we'd made it so far together. i was like man, we've only been here 1 year. i'm going to get him a window perch and a new cat tree. everything is going to be so great, everything i'm working for. please be okay so i can spoil you even more. the weirdo is sleeping in the carrier right now, his arm hanging out. since we've been home he's perked up somewhat. he wants to eat, but he only wants to eat his favorite food. tomorrow when i go out i'm going to stock up. i'm still so worried about him but i know that at least the ER vet will be open 24 hours all weekend, just in case. knowing they exist and are only 15 minutes away is a great comfort. --- of course now it's sunday morning! why do i keep doing this. i am going to start ending abruptly instead of this because it's hard to keep my dates straight anymore. anyway so yesterday was fucking fantastic. the weather left something to be desired but in every other way besides that it was exactly what i wanted and needed. there was even less traffic than usual, i guess because everyone was already bbqing at their destinations. my route was the perfect length, i went through beautiful areas, i stopped at a park, walked a few miles, de-stressed from worrying about mr. chubby (who is doing better today, not 100% but much better). i just felt the wind and the air and kept telling myself that everything is going to be okay. and even if it isn't, i will survive it. i am just thankful and will do my best, because that's all anyone can do. once again, i think that the universe is telling me that i am doing the right things and heading in the right direction. my mom called to ask how chubby is doing and i told her he's improving because he woke me up today to feed him and pounced me several times while i was on the phone. she said she knew it was an unexpected expense for me and money is tight so she was going to send me $100. i was like wow, that's really nice. thank you. i still am going to put in some extra hours because i have a lot of things coming up that i want to do, and because i saw how quickly this happened and i don't want to stress if there is a next time. and also, i feel like i need to pay back this good fortune, so i will. like i said, boss will be super excited to have me for 10 extra hours a few weeks. it's like 90 degrees today for some reason, so i'm hiding indoors and doing some cleaning. my room is a fucking mess, i don't know why i don't pick up my clothes from the floor some days. as soon as i pick them up and dust the nightstand off it looks 100% better in there. i'm just usually like eh, i'll do it sunday. no one will see it but me. living alone is a blessing and a curse! ah well. at least i'm actually picking them up and cleaning once a week instead of letting it become a depression den again. much love. time to clean. <3 |