what can i say?

it was a long week last week. i realized i hate my job, the jokers at work are a bunch of jokers, i work with idiots and i nearly lost my cat.

i pulled an all nighter last monday and came home tue morning to a very sick fluffy. called the vet and they said he could come in at 2:30′ish. like a fucking idiot i waited until then to take him in instead of going right away and telling them they needed to look at him.
he was on the bed and not moving much, he was in pain and ………..i’m an idiot.

by the time it got around to his appointment he was nearly dead. i was in the waiting room with him and just the way he hung his head i knew he had accepted death as the outcome that day and he was waiting for the grimm reaper. the vet looked at him around 3pm, said he had crystals, he had about 4 hours left to live and they needed to operate now.

i lost it at the words “four hours left to live” – someone was going to take my cat away from me and i didn’t hear anything after that. there was talk of estimated costs and consent forms and blah blah blah.

fast forward a couple of hours and he made it through surgery, he was awake and groggy and i could see him. it was pathetic, he had a purple bandage on his black paw holding a tube in place. he had another one taped to his tail that went into his bird (yes – bird) and it was draining pee and blood. and i lost it again.

he’s back home now after 5 days in the hospital. and it’s four medications and special food and……….. i watch him like a hawk.

he’s been wobbly on his paws since he got home, we went back for a check-up yesterday and the vet said it’s his medications that are making him that way. it’s kind of funny to watch him stagger about, he looks like a drunken sailor.

not so funny was when i called the vet after his first night there to check up on him. she said she came in that morning to find him with all his tubes pulled out and him sitting there smiling at her. yeah that’s my cat.

vet bill $909.81

i would have said go ahead and fix him if she had quoted me $9000.00

dec 31

i’ve been on a self imposed time-out. yup, had enough of the world and took a vacation. i haven’t been out much either, except for some shop therapy with witchypoo. i’ve hardly been out for groceries, haven’t even been to the gym in two weeks. also didn’t go to taekwandoe or kickboxing.
i know what the problem is, i ate something i shouldn’t have over a month ago. it knocked me sideways enough so that i lost all my energy and went antisocial and lost interest in life. i don’t know if it was dairy or wheat but it got me good, it’s only this past few days that i’ve felt like doing anything.
i literally didn’t care if the world blew up around me. this is the problem with my food issues, it doesn’t kill me it turns me into the living dead.

and that’s it, here i am again. i have lunch on the stove, the laundry is all done and i’m planning a run later this afternoon. my round with food issues this time added 15 lbs. that’s 15 more than the 8 i gained from quitting smoking and 15 more than i wanted. i’m not disgusted or defeated or mad, i’m tired. i really didn’t need this BUT i have a plan. today is labour day and my gym is closed so starting tomorrow i’m back in the weight room and i’m gonna try to run every day. at the end of this year dec 31 i plan to be 199 lbs. that’s 16 weeks and 3 days to lost 32 lbs, roundabouts.

hope i lose more than my mind in the next 16 weeks.

i don’t have much choice on this one either cause i threw out all my fat clothes and now nothing fits – again. so a shrinking i go.

hey cat, i love you

i was up early this morning, up before that big fireball rises in the sky. or well yeah, we rotate our asses around enough to see the thing. anyway the temperature is not so bad then. i got the furballs all medicated and fed. medicated myself and sat down to a breakfast of chicken. when you’re gluten, dairy and egg intolerant breakfast becomes like dinner at 8am. sucks to be me. chicken was good though.

fireball…….furball, aren’t they similar. both will burn you. the furballs get me at the vets. if anyone mentions pet insurance i will bar you from this blog. just sayin.

i’m at starbucks writing this, a woman just got up and walked out with her friend, she was wearing a denim skirt. i notice cause it’s the only time i’ve ever seen a denim skirt look good on anyone. i love people watching. i love coffee too. and i love starbucks,  it’s a great place to do two of my favourite things.

anyway, back at the cat………
the vet thinks he’s allergic to his food and that’s why he throws up every day. the puke had a red wine color to it and thats when i decided it was time to get him to see the vet. i was going to take her a sample of his puke but thought no, that’s disgusting. so i took a picture of it instead. the vet enjoyed the photo. funny things interest medical peoples. i told her about his diaherra and now she wants a sample. $40 for the poop peek, i know shit stinks but i didn’t know it was profitable. she prescribed a hypoallergenic food for him, it’s gluten free, dairy free, and egg free. i said “so i can eat it?”
yes folks he is my cat.

the exam was – $68, poop test – $40, laxitive – more $’s, special food – $28, taxes – more $’s again. had to buy some toy mice for fluffy – $10, as he’s lost all his under the sofa and the kitchen stove and i’m too hot or too lazy or both to go find them. i left the vets having paid a whopping $176 plus change.

love my cat.

as much as i love coffee.