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wyntir_knightI'm just complaining. Feel free to ignore. What I need is a primal screaming session, but I can't do that right now, so bitching is the next best thing.
So last night I got very little sleep because I was worried about Tika. She was crying, she was trying to break out of the cage, she was bathing and hitting the morphine patch so it sounded like she was trying to take it off. So we moved her to the sewing room,and then I had nightmares about my old cat, Pugsey, and zombies of all things. In the end, I pretty much got no sleep.
This morning we took Tika out of her cage to feed her, and while she ate well, she hissed at me every time I touched her or stopped her from jumping onto the sewing table. She hates being told no. After that she calmed down and we figured we could do her physio. Nope. She went into hysterics as we were icing her elbow and she bit my face. I now have a scratch and three lovely punctures in my cheek. ... Oh yes, this will be the most joyful of six weeks, and it's even worse for my baby. She is eating and bathing, however, so I'm taking that as a good sign. She's in a bad mood, not any more injured.
It also turns out that Logan got hurt at the same time as Tika. It seems that he ripped one of his claws away from it's mooring a bit. It's still in place and useable, but his foot is tender and he's limping.
So I'm not going into work today because I am too exhausted to drive safely, but I can't sleep because the window washers are coming. Crap, crap, crap, crap ... you get the idea.
And then I learn that my dad wants huevos a la cubana for dinner. This dish consists of a fried egg, rice served with spagetti sauce, and a fried banana. ... Yeah. I used to hate it, now it's grown on me a bit, but it's wet and I am not in the mood to listen to my father inhale his food. Slurping is one of my biggest pet peeves and he doesn't even try to control himself ... I am not in the mood for this dish. This is just going to be a fabulous day.
Bast grant me strength not to flip out.
So last night I got very little sleep because I was worried about Tika. She was crying, she was trying to break out of the cage, she was bathing and hitting the morphine patch so it sounded like she was trying to take it off. So we moved her to the sewing room,and then I had nightmares about my old cat, Pugsey, and zombies of all things. In the end, I pretty much got no sleep.
This morning we took Tika out of her cage to feed her, and while she ate well, she hissed at me every time I touched her or stopped her from jumping onto the sewing table. She hates being told no. After that she calmed down and we figured we could do her physio. Nope. She went into hysterics as we were icing her elbow and she bit my face. I now have a scratch and three lovely punctures in my cheek. ... Oh yes, this will be the most joyful of six weeks, and it's even worse for my baby. She is eating and bathing, however, so I'm taking that as a good sign. She's in a bad mood, not any more injured.
It also turns out that Logan got hurt at the same time as Tika. It seems that he ripped one of his claws away from it's mooring a bit. It's still in place and useable, but his foot is tender and he's limping.
So I'm not going into work today because I am too exhausted to drive safely, but I can't sleep because the window washers are coming. Crap, crap, crap, crap ... you get the idea.
And then I learn that my dad wants huevos a la cubana for dinner. This dish consists of a fried egg, rice served with spagetti sauce, and a fried banana. ... Yeah. I used to hate it, now it's grown on me a bit, but it's wet and I am not in the mood to listen to my father inhale his food. Slurping is one of my biggest pet peeves and he doesn't even try to control himself ... I am not in the mood for this dish. This is just going to be a fabulous day.
Bast grant me strength not to flip out.
