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What a crappy day it was
Jun. 20th, 2012 03:54 amReally an unwelcome extension of my crappy weekend.
Endless incontinence, cats spitting up hairballs, cats scratching fleas (because the Frontline did not last more than a couple of weeks- I need to find another flea treatment to try), and my knees too painful to do anything.
Today's (well, yesterday's, at this point) extra special aggravating detail? I've been giving Pansy a naturopathic treatment for her chronic bladder irritation. It's a hard tablet that's flavored with chicken liver, but they advise you to crumble it up in food or something if the cat doesn't want to eat it hard. Pansy is the only one who needs it- and the only one who hates it. Like, burning painful poison hatred. So, since I haven't been shopping anywhere that sold pill pockets, I break the tablet into quarters, dip them in yogurt, and push them down her throat. When I've finally jammed all the broken pieces into her, I let her lick up the rest of the yogurt. Today she didn't fight me as hard, and I was praising her as I scooped out more yogurt for her, since she'd been such a good girl.
When she jumped down afterwards, I realized that she had magicked two of the pieces back out of her mouth and under her paw. Understand, when I say I push them down her throat, I mean I am up to my knuckle on the pushing finger. And yet, she was able to spit them back up, without me noticing, and hiding them under her paw (so very talented, she is).
So when she was itchy later, I told her it was her own damn fault- usually three good doses is enough to quiet things down. But, she had only had two and a half doses, because of her performance this morning.
And today's Rover shift was normally painful for about the first 90 minutes. Then the stabbing pain with muscle cramps started in the worse knee. This evening it took me three hours to get the trash out. And I am taking solstice off, was going to try to mow since I need to desperately, but my pain levels are riding pretty high these days even if I do get a good night's sleep.
And it struck me. It's been about a year that we've had the new floor model at work. I believe it was this past February when the boss started scheduling me Rover shifts every day I worked. My knees have gotten so much worse in that year, that I am barely functional at home now, nevermind at work. So it's back to the OPERS website, to try to finagle some hope of being able to take retirement after all. Because I find I'm actually not willing to completely cripple myself for my job.
Endless incontinence, cats spitting up hairballs, cats scratching fleas (because the Frontline did not last more than a couple of weeks- I need to find another flea treatment to try), and my knees too painful to do anything.
Today's (well, yesterday's, at this point) extra special aggravating detail? I've been giving Pansy a naturopathic treatment for her chronic bladder irritation. It's a hard tablet that's flavored with chicken liver, but they advise you to crumble it up in food or something if the cat doesn't want to eat it hard. Pansy is the only one who needs it- and the only one who hates it. Like, burning painful poison hatred. So, since I haven't been shopping anywhere that sold pill pockets, I break the tablet into quarters, dip them in yogurt, and push them down her throat. When I've finally jammed all the broken pieces into her, I let her lick up the rest of the yogurt. Today she didn't fight me as hard, and I was praising her as I scooped out more yogurt for her, since she'd been such a good girl.
When she jumped down afterwards, I realized that she had magicked two of the pieces back out of her mouth and under her paw. Understand, when I say I push them down her throat, I mean I am up to my knuckle on the pushing finger. And yet, she was able to spit them back up, without me noticing, and hiding them under her paw (so very talented, she is).
So when she was itchy later, I told her it was her own damn fault- usually three good doses is enough to quiet things down. But, she had only had two and a half doses, because of her performance this morning.
And today's Rover shift was normally painful for about the first 90 minutes. Then the stabbing pain with muscle cramps started in the worse knee. This evening it took me three hours to get the trash out. And I am taking solstice off, was going to try to mow since I need to desperately, but my pain levels are riding pretty high these days even if I do get a good night's sleep.
And it struck me. It's been about a year that we've had the new floor model at work. I believe it was this past February when the boss started scheduling me Rover shifts every day I worked. My knees have gotten so much worse in that year, that I am barely functional at home now, nevermind at work. So it's back to the OPERS website, to try to finagle some hope of being able to take retirement after all. Because I find I'm actually not willing to completely cripple myself for my job.
