askye, much good vibes for Penny! I hope the vet can fix her right up.
WS, you bought the heated bed to take care of Harvey, don't feel bad for taking care of yourself! A cat on your chest during a hot flash is all sweat and fur, two things that do not go well together.
I'm doing my damndest to keep my emotions separate from the news, but it's v v hard. I hurt for everyone whose trauma is being kicked awake by these misogynists everywhere now. Me, I'm not so much re-traumatized as fucking angry. I'm mostly not engaging on social media because I know I'll say something awful.
In other me news, I'm having a nice healthy breakfast of cinnamon raisin toast, peaches, and cottage cheese. Never mind that I'm having breakfast at 1pm.
I came across this somewhere on the internet a while ago. I kept it because, well ....
At which point, I wasn't just a bitch, I was the queen of all bitches, and I was going to drive my bitch army across the plains of your puny kingdom and smite everyone with my bitchy wrath, which is kind of what happens if you bottle up your very reasonable indignation at being treated poorly for five years and then one day wake up and find you're in the Fuckits.
{{Bitches}} That's all I got.
Also, I want Zen's breakfast. Yum.
At which point, I wasn't just a bitch, I was the queen of all bitches, and I was going to drive my bitch army across the plains of your puny kingdom and smite everyone with my bitchy wrath, which is kind of what happens if you bottle up your very reasonable indignation at being treated poorly for five years and then one day wake up and find you're in the Fuckits
Toddson, That's terrific. Thank you for sharing it.
I need new reading glasses, and mistook "Fuckits" for "Fuckita" and started imagine this roaming band of warrior bitches operating under the direction of General ita.
It amused me considerably with the assumption that my browser changed words to bench and fork. I'll take amusement where I can.
Also, it is terrific.
Today just sucks. Penny is ok. Well she has idiopathic cystitis probably from stress. Shes been home alone except for the other cat a lot because mom is out of town and I've been working and havent been getting home until 7 or aftee.
She peed in my purse and on my wallet.
I found out when I got to work they scheduled no one to close today and no one realized until yesterday. So I stayed until 7m except when I got Penny from the bet and brought her home and ate and went back to work.
It's 7:42 and I need to do dishes so I can make dinner and then do dishes again. Do laundry and now clean up the diet coke that spilled everywhere. When I'm over tired my spatial sense is worse and I hit the back of a kitchen chair with an open diet coke can.
It was also the last diet coke.
I am not good at living alone. Especially when I'm working 945 until 645 most days and also trying to get stuff done.
I also need to get the trash to the transfer station, try to find an old purse and wallet to use and there was something else.
I have Saturday and Sunday off and I was going to see Matthew but if he gets his tires replaced he can come up here otherwise I will go down there next Friday night so we can leave for Florida first thing next Sat.
That's a really hard time, askye.
I don't know how I am going to manage 2 weeks of eye drops and liquid medication for Harvey. He isn't listening to my "It's very important to me that you get well, so I need you to take your medicine" emoting. His claws are trimmed, so he isn't slicing me up but he is leaving nasty bruises. But I'm the momma. So I have to do it.
I just realized that I've had one major medical procedure per week for the past three weeks. Colonoscopy, then CAT scan, and this week is hand surgery. And endoscopy was a few weeks before that.
This is somewhat absurd.
And my EDS doctor has been talking about trying a nerve block for my ankle, which I'm considering.
Bodies are stupid.
How would a nerve block work, Hil? I assume it's an injection, how long would it last?
