Yea, that is how I feel. In a funk, and the bloggy therapy drug isn’t clicking in just yet.
Thanks for all your well wishes out there.
Hopefully everything will work out. She seems more alert today. Guess we will see. For now, I remain tired and blah.
Well, things haven’t been getting much better since yesterday.
Americus, our alarm clock cat, is sick. It was weird because one minute she was fine, and the next she wasn’t eating or drinking and having bathroom problems, as well as extensive vomiting. I spent most of the night looking after her. Was pretty freaked out. Still am.
She is only 9, and we took her to the vet this morning. Of course, this isn’t any easier because Hubby isn’t here.
The vet has put her on some meds, but was alarmed by a high ALT level. This means she has enzymes leaking from her liver into her blood, which, from what I understand, could lead to liver failure. They gave her a hydration treatement and are hoping the medications will help before they determine any next steps.
I guess what is surprising to me, is that she wasn’t sick one day ago. She was acting normal…wake up calls and all.
I am hoping everything will be ok.
Right now, I want to marry Hubby again.
He has cleaned the house, while I wallowed in my dirty blankets with my stuffy nose watching the worst movie ever, Private Valentine…don’t ask. I love Jessica Simpson, but that movie was horrible. At least it made me forget my germs for a bit.
So, lo and behold Hubby shows me the bedroom, which he has cleaned for hours…no more does the smell of snotty tissues, dog barf (the dog barfed yesterday in our room…luckily, due to my sickness, NOT IT rules did NOT apply) and the bathroom sink is CLEAN. YAY! I am so happy.
However, this made me think of a very funny memory. One of my first times visiting Hubby’s hometown in Texas, I got really sick with some kind of cold/flu thing. So, Hubby’s Mom took care of me. And I was grateful. But, here is my memory. She cleaned the entire room I was staying in from top to bottom, changed all the sheets and then just as I was getting ready to get into my new, clean sick nest…..she sprayed everything….including my pillows with Lysol! And I don’t mean a little bit of Lysol. BUT, I mean drenched everything in Lysol. It was horrible…the smell….ugh. And now Lysol scares me. It really does.
To this day, when I get sick, Hubby says if I don’t behave he is going to spray me with Lysol. And THAT is enough to make realize how lucky I am when Hubby makes me a nice, clean sick area….Lysol Free!
P.S. I guess I will stop writing mean things about him for now…
During the visit with our Aunt we asked how our cousins were doing. If you can recall, these cousins are HILARIOUS. One of their previous conversations consisted of this: Kids say the funniest things… ! So you can imagine my excitement to hear how they were doing.
My Aunt said she called to check on how the kids were doing. Apparently, Cousin Brother wasn’t feeling so good and had recently just finished reading the Twilight series….
Aunt: How are you doing?
Cousin Brother: Not so great. I feel awful.
Aunt: What do you think is wrong?
Cousin Brother: Well, I am concerned actually because I fear the worst.
Aunt: What do you mean?
Cousin Brother: Well, I hate the light and the sun hurts my eyes. I have to stay in the dark.
Cousin Brother: I fear I may be turning into a vampire!
Filed under family, fears, Home
Ok, so I have another confession: I dislike babies.
I don’t understand them and I don’t like them. I recently found my long, lost twin sister in blog land, (ok she isn’t my real twin sister, but it seems like IF I met her, she and I would hit it off immediately) her recent blog: baby talk (conversations with my mother). sums up my feelings on this topic EXACTLY.
It isn’t that I HATE them, it is just that I don’t understand them and everyone’s obsession with it being “my turn.” NO PEOPLE. I do not want to spawn offspring. I know they will be of the devil. I was a demon child, and I know that if I were to have a child, mine would be a thousand times as horrid as I was. No.thank.you. I don’t mind kids once they are 5-6 years old because at least then they can tell you what they want, and they go to school, but babies, all they do is eat, sleep and poop and quite frankly that is my sole ambition in life, so the competion in itself would kill me.
And who needs that kind of competition anyways? Not me.