My work computer is driving me nuts...you'd think I could handle something like "slow", but I can't. I had to ask someone else to open a file on their computer for a client because my computer basically revolted and staged a coup while I was on the phone talking to the person. It went on unauthorized hiatus.
That said, when I get another computer I will have to ghost all my files. There are adorable pictures on this computer...like this one:
Cutest thing ever.
I have been a little sick lately. Beanie's a trooper, though. She barely notices when I have a coughing attack when she's nursing. Sometimes she will eye me to make sure I'm all right, but mostly she just snugs in closer and tries to stay away from my bad breath. I hate being sick. PF is a little groggy and has a cough as well. Beanie? I always think she's faking unless she's coughing in her sleep. I keep listening to her little chest for crackling sounds. I take comfort in the fact that I know how to spot RSV if it happens. She did get a little of the weird stomach bug that's going around. I got really sick, Beanie filled 4 diapers in one day, and PF was sort of off his stride, so I think it was the Norovirus. It hit some cruise ship recently and the sheer volume of puke and poop apparently stranded the liner and it had to dump its load in international waters. Just kidding. It got 130 passengers, though. I read the description, talked to my dad, and now I'm totally convinced. If you get it, it's worth 2 days of sick, but you will have to take at least one day off work to get through the roughest part.
In other news, I have a very very sick kitty. Shabazz went to the Vet last night after hours. I took Beanie as well, she sat in the sling and helped hold Shabazz down. My cat is a crystal maker. Apparently he should be comatose with the number of crystals in his little bladder. I noticed the funny walk, I noticed the peeing outside the litter box. I noticed he looks a little oily. I talked to some vets. I finally took him in when I saw him walk slowly and give up. I usually give him wet food with water and salt, and a baytril if necessary to relieve the pressure and infection. The vet squeezed him, checked his urine, said "no blood, amazing." and gave him a shot of antibiotic and vitamin C. He perked up immediately. I have to take away all dry food and only give him wet. I'd alreayd bought a box of wet food from Target earlier that day when I ran over there on my lunch to pick up some babyfood and cough syrup. The cat food, unfortunately was damaged in the box and open and rotting. 4 of the 12 cans are unusable, and PF doesn't want me to open the dented cat food cans at all. Here's how you know I'm sick: I was terrified that the smell was my bad breath. Little did I know I had rotting whitefish in my car until I opened it up to go home. I sat in traffic with that box wanting to vomit and knowing I did not really want to open it to see what was inside.
This should stand as testament to my love of my cat.
As for Beanie, she seemed very interested in what was going on with the cat. I think she'll be a veterinarian. Which will work out well if my evil plan to win the lottery and retire works out: I want to run some sort of hobby/sanctuary farm for alpacas and miniature donkeys and cows and goats. And cats and dogs. And guinea pigs. And frogs.
I'd be her biggest client.
Maybe I will buy Neverland Ranch.
That said, when I get another computer I will have to ghost all my files. There are adorable pictures on this computer...like this one:
Cutest thing ever.
I have been a little sick lately. Beanie's a trooper, though. She barely notices when I have a coughing attack when she's nursing. Sometimes she will eye me to make sure I'm all right, but mostly she just snugs in closer and tries to stay away from my bad breath. I hate being sick. PF is a little groggy and has a cough as well. Beanie? I always think she's faking unless she's coughing in her sleep. I keep listening to her little chest for crackling sounds. I take comfort in the fact that I know how to spot RSV if it happens. She did get a little of the weird stomach bug that's going around. I got really sick, Beanie filled 4 diapers in one day, and PF was sort of off his stride, so I think it was the Norovirus. It hit some cruise ship recently and the sheer volume of puke and poop apparently stranded the liner and it had to dump its load in international waters. Just kidding. It got 130 passengers, though. I read the description, talked to my dad, and now I'm totally convinced. If you get it, it's worth 2 days of sick, but you will have to take at least one day off work to get through the roughest part.
In other news, I have a very very sick kitty. Shabazz went to the Vet last night after hours. I took Beanie as well, she sat in the sling and helped hold Shabazz down. My cat is a crystal maker. Apparently he should be comatose with the number of crystals in his little bladder. I noticed the funny walk, I noticed the peeing outside the litter box. I noticed he looks a little oily. I talked to some vets. I finally took him in when I saw him walk slowly and give up. I usually give him wet food with water and salt, and a baytril if necessary to relieve the pressure and infection. The vet squeezed him, checked his urine, said "no blood, amazing." and gave him a shot of antibiotic and vitamin C. He perked up immediately. I have to take away all dry food and only give him wet. I'd alreayd bought a box of wet food from Target earlier that day when I ran over there on my lunch to pick up some babyfood and cough syrup. The cat food, unfortunately was damaged in the box and open and rotting. 4 of the 12 cans are unusable, and PF doesn't want me to open the dented cat food cans at all. Here's how you know I'm sick: I was terrified that the smell was my bad breath. Little did I know I had rotting whitefish in my car until I opened it up to go home. I sat in traffic with that box wanting to vomit and knowing I did not really want to open it to see what was inside.
This should stand as testament to my love of my cat.
As for Beanie, she seemed very interested in what was going on with the cat. I think she'll be a veterinarian. Which will work out well if my evil plan to win the lottery and retire works out: I want to run some sort of hobby/sanctuary farm for alpacas and miniature donkeys and cows and goats. And cats and dogs. And guinea pigs. And frogs.
I'd be her biggest client.
Maybe I will buy Neverland Ranch.
posted by A P M @ 4:23 PM
2 Comments:
At 8:16 PM,
Anonymous said…
Oh my God, that part about you thinking the rotting cat food was YOUR BREATH was hysterical.
At 9:20 PM,
A P M said…
To be totally honest, I thought it was some other customer at Target the first time I smelled it. And then in the car I assumed it was me. It was only after I came back out to my car, 4 hours after lunch, that I realized the smell was the box of canned catfood, and that's when I put the smell together with rotting fish. I am horrified I thought it was my breath, but I really really thought I had a tonsil dying in there. I'm sick enough, that's for sure.
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