Attachment Cat Parenting

Everyone else had left the house this morning when I heard terrible crying. Not normal cat whining, but honest to god near sobs. 

This is Harlo, my sister's cat. He was making the ruckus, and so I put on The Postal Service and snuggled with him for a minute and he seemed to calm down. 

For a moment I realized why people leave talk radio on for their pets. I just hope this helps him. 

Late start, happy endings

Woke up with a sore throat again, and some coughing/congestion. I hate the "hangers-on" colds. I also hate that I sound like a smoker. 

After 2 hot beverages, sis and hubby and I did some light shopping for food and clothing. Sis starts massage school tomorrow, and I'm really hoping she likes it. 

She and her cat are getting along in the house just fine. My blind cat is still a little weary, but overall it was a really smooth transition. 

I'm so glad I have another day off tomorrow, this was a much-needed long weekend. All I have to do is shake this cold and I'm ready for action. 

Playing Hooky

I was only at work for 15 minutes when I decided I couldn't be there anymore. I took a personal day and picked up a friend and my sister and we had lunch and went downtown to a park to hang out. 

They had a big adult sized slide that I went down. The first slide since I realized I was too big for mcdonalds and scraped up my back when I was 11.

A midnight-ish snack with friends and the hubby before calling it a night, and my sister went out with friends. 

After being sick, this is the kind of (my) Friday that I needed. I still have two days off to have fun. Maybe see a movie. 

I should have started my period today but didn't. I'm a little worried, but won't take a pregnancy test for another few days. 

Pharmacies and Doctors are evil

I can't stand my regular doctor and my pharmacy. I put in for a renewal over a week ago, and they don't answer, then they deny a refill. If I was taking blood pressure medication or something that was keeping me alive, I'd be dead by now. 

Being sick is driving me insane and my temper is so short. My head feels like it weighs a million pounds and is so congested, although I can breathe normally. I only have 6 hours of sick time, and I'd like to build that up more before I call out for a day. I might not have a choice if I feel this way again tomorrow. 

Career, relationships, health. Can't ever have all three at once, can you?  Sometimes you can't even have one at a time. 

Sick, but not dead

I'm still fighting this "not a cold" thing. I have so much more energy lately that it's so hard for me to actually rest when I need it. Suffering from hypo for so long, I never want to rest again. I should have stayed home from work but decided to tough it out. I might have to call it an early day tomorrow if I don't feel well. 

My sister is moving out here tomorrow for massage school. Living with her again is going to be different, hopefully not bad. 

Watching Project Runway, I'm excited for the new Under the Gunn series. I love everything that man does and I wish he lived in my closet to advise me everyday. 

I need a night out soon, I hope my small group of friends can get together before too long. I want to start out 2014 right. 

ETA: the Veronica Mars movie trailer is out today. I gave this movie one hundred of my hard earned dollars, and I'm so excited to see it!  

Happy New Year!

Even though it was shaky, 2013 ended up being a great year for me. One of the best in a long time. No one died, and I finally feel like my health (both physical and psychological) is finally on the right track. 

I'm down 25 pounds, but also down with strep, or something like that. My throat is killing me and it hurts to speak. I feel as if it's my body reminding me I still have a voice. Here.  

I feel like every time I make a resolution to write or take a picture once a day, something bad happens that year. Yet I've still decided I need to write daily and keep myself on track for this pivotal year. 

This is the year I'm leaving the town that I hate so much and moving back home. Nothing has ever felt more right, but the other day I did feel a twinge of regret. You can't repeat the past, you can't go home again. I just need to prepare myself for the town it has turned into, rather than the town it was 10 years ago. 

Hopefully this will help me. 

Doctor Hitler

I had a horrible experience with a doctor.  I don't think I can deal with this anymore.  I'll never know what is wrong, and there will never be anyone to help me.

But then, minutes later, everything doesn't seem so bad.  I can get another doctor and make it through this.  I'll be thin and happy within 2 years, and everything will be okay.  Maybe Dr. Hitler will work out, and this three month period she wants me to wait will work everything out.

The whole world feels as bi-polar as I feel right now about the rest of my life.