I’m bloggin’ on up (bloggin’ on up) To the east side (to the east side) To a de-luxe computah, in the sky-yi-yi-yi…
So, there it is…you were waiting for the juice…here it is. Actually there’s probably more juice than you want, but if you like-a the juice, the juice is good…lemme get you the juice (accompanied by a side of whining…or is that the other way around???)
So let’s backtrack shall we? I had that delightful copper detox nearly two weeks ago. I can’t say for sure, but that may be where it all started. The week from hell, that is. What you need to know for this first part of the story (and subsequent portions) is that I am on the pill. While I like babies…no babies for me. At least not for 5-10 years. Maybe more. Before the pill, my aunt Flo was a beeee-yatch, always showing up when I least would expect it, she was abusive…. But since the pill, my Aunt Flo, always arrives on Thursday. She starts packing Sunday morning, and is gone by Monday morning…unless she leaves her make-up bag, but I return it to her, and she’s fully away by Monday night. Only comes once a month, she can get grouchy, but for the most part, we have come to an agreement. However, last Saturday, I am exhausted, and starving. This usually is not the case unless AF is on her way into town. But, since it’s Saturday, I don’t even think anything of the kind. But, come Sunday morning, there she is, standing on the doorstep, with every bag she owns. This does not please me. She stays until Wednesday. I think she’s on the plane, but apparently not, because she surprises me again at work on Thursday.
Now I could deal with this…really I could. Because after all, better to have her early than not at all…heck, I’ll take her second visit. But, here in the arctic where I have chosen to settle for the time being, it be cold. Have you seen Fight Club? I am in Jack’s power cave. They had to close the Ice Palace…yes, it was too bloody cold for an Ice-fucking-palace!! My car hates the arctic, and so she likes to not start. Lucky G gets to jump her every morning. It’s a special bond they share. I get to go to work, in the lovely little coffee house, where hardly anyone wants to stop. They don’t care how hot the coffee is, only how cold it is outside. This, however, is mundane. come Thursday morning, we wake up…G goes to take his shower in the duck bathroom. (this is the bathroom attached to our room…it is decorated in rubber ducks. As opposed to the pretty bathroom…which is, well, pretty)….and the floor is covered in blood. Not pure blood, but bloody pee. We suspect it is from a cat, namely a tiny cat named Ziggie. Since we have three cats, we isolate them (they LOVE this), G makes a vet appointment, and we head to work. Throughout the course of the day (this would be when my darling Aunt surprised me), we confirm the leaver of the bloody pee. I rush home after work, gather up the sick kittie, and go out to my car, which I left for five minutes.
It won’t start. So, I call G…and long story short, he has to get me, take me to the vet with the cat, and try to get to school. They had to keep him (Ziggie, not G) for a few hours to get a sample…but fortunately, he will be okay. He has a bladder infection, and crystals in his urine. We really didn’t need the vet bill on top of everything, but darn it if we don’t love our little furballs. He gets to eat special food, and G gets to give him antibiotics (which he LOVES). He is pretty pissy right now…but all should be well.
Plus, this is the official start of a new week, so it has to get better…doesn’t it??
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