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I should have been a vet
Taz is spending the night in a luxury oxygen cage with lots of soft blankets under her and bags of IV fluid. What's wrong with her you might ask? So far the answer is: nothing. Bloodwork? Normal. Ridiculously expensive chest x-rays? Normal. Not normal: breathing too fast (100 breaths per min) and a mild cat fever (103.8). So it looks like I may be spending thousands and thousands of my hard earned money to realize that there is nothing wrong with my cat other than that she might have eaten something that didn't agree with her. And that her owner is cuckoo. Why do I do this to myself. I hope it makes me feel better though, just to know that she IS okay. And when will my sleeping pills finally kick in. Labels: Make Joyce go something something, Taz
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Paul and I attended a baby shower this afternoon. During dinner another father-to-be (not the one who's shower it was) was talking to us about how scary the prospect of being a parent is because you suddenly realize the sheer number of things to worry about. All the things that can go wrong. Funny enough I think we got a little taste of the terror that can be parenting after we came home tonight. We were lying in bed, watching some tv and getting ready to fall asleep when we heard a strange high-pitched coughing sound. I realized it was coming from Taz and immediately shot out of bed, turned on the light and started rubbing her back. She kept "coughing" for a few more seconds and by the time she stopped Paul had his glasses on and was standing over her as well. It freaked me out because we gave her some scallops this morning along with her shrimp (which we give her as an occasional treat) and the first thing I thought when I heard her coughing was, "Oh no she must be having an allergic reaction to the scallops!" I guess that's unlikely since we fed it to her over sixteen hours ago and other than that coughing fit she has been fine all day. Also, Dr. Google says that if a cat has a food allergy it is usually a developed allergy to something they are fed regularly. That made me feel a little bit better about the scallops. Of course, Dr. Google also mentioned that if a cat's ears are warm it could mean they have a fever, and yes, you guessed it, Taz's ears are warm. But I offered her some treats and she happily gobbled them up and then started cleaning herself so she's pretty much acting normal. Hopefully I'm worried over nothing. Even though it was after midnight, I was almost ready to take her to an emergency vet when I read that thing about the ears. I did pull the chair she was sleeping on closer to our bed so I can keep an eye on her. If she does it again and no hairball appears I'm taking her to the emergency vet. Shoot, I pay $30/mo pet insurance for a reason right? Apparently, I am so totally going to be that parent.
Monday, July 13, 2009
I was going to write some stuff about work but I'm not really sure what I want to say or how to say it without sounding like an ungrateful brat simply for the fact that I do still have a job and a pretty good one at that. So we'll leave that for another day and for now, some random thoughts I had today... 1. Why does my cat always smell so wonderfully clean and like she just had a bath even though she washes herself with her own spit? 2. My dad performed at a farmer's market here in the city yesterday and brought us a bunch of fresh (and free!) fruit from the vendors. Including some raspberries. I ate three quarters of the basket before finding a small white worm crawling on top of one, after which I promptly threw the rest away. Now I have that song stuck in my head, nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I'll eat some worms. Sigh. I'm pretty sure it's in my head but I feel things crawling around inside me. It probably doesn't help that I've been watching that new Animal Planet show about parasites. 3. For months now I've been feeling completely exhausted. I seem to sleep both too much (on the weekends) and too little (weekdays). I don't do well with coffee (I hate that jittery feeling and it gives me stomach aches), I've tried tea but I'm not sure it's really doing anything. 4. I think I actually want to watch the new Harry Potter movie in theaters. And I hate theaters. And crowds. And going out in general. So that's really something. Labels: i don't feel so good, Random, Taz
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Above is my attempt to distract you from the rambling post from last night. I really need to have Paul confiscate my laptop anytime I use those darn sleeping pills. Speaking of which, I didn't even go to bed after taking them last night, I more or less floated around the apartment in a semi-conscious state until WELL past my bedtime. So far past my bedtime that I actually took a personal day because, dude, I wasn't going into work in that state. Anyway, look! Kitty! She is still a big (BIG) ball of fur and cuddles. It's really nice having her back with me all the time. Well, I'm off to pick up Paul for a rare workday lunch together! We work across the street from each other but since I don't get a lunch break, the best we get on a normal day is picking up food together. Today we are going to have sandwiches on the couch at home so this is quite a treat.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
I've been bashing San Francisco a lot lately and that really doesn't reflect how I feel about this city. There is so much to love about San Francisco that it becomes easy to look past the politics and call this place home. I'm personally convinced that part of the reason I'm still madly in love with this city is because I'm lucky enough to live in North Beach. From my apartment, it's a thirty minute walk or a short street-car ride to the Ferry Building. Paul and I like to wander down there every so often to splurge on specialty food products (yesterday we came home with cheese from Cowgirl Creamery, an entire focaccia from Acme Bakery and Paul recreated the $11 grilled cheese from Hog Island Oyster Bar...it was only slightly cheaper to make at home). Unfortunately, we did not come home with any mushrooms. This is the view a few blocks up the street from my apartment. That's Alcatraz back there! And, uh, pay no attention to the streetlight...  Also a few blocks up the street...and, yes, the sky is usually this blue here...  Washington Square Park - half a mile away from our apartment, too bad it's all uphill! Ah well, it keeps us in shape at least... A San Francisco classic...the cable car stop at Union Square. If we had been willing to shell out five bucks each the cable car stops a few blocks away from home...but since we had nowhere to be we decided to walk instead. A view of the trees on a winter day stroll through Golden Gate Park with my momma. Okay, so this has nothing to do with SF, but it's cute so here it is. Labels: Pictures, San Francisco, Taz wingless was still breathing at 11:43 AM - 0 comments
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I touched on this in yesterday's post but this place still does not feel like home. Maybe it's the fact that I am mostly alone here all day long with no job and no cat and no I do not feel like leaving the apartment because that would require, I don't know, showering? Getting dressed? And I wouldn't know where to go and I am really not one who enjoys being outside because my bed is so damn comfortable there seems to be no good reason to actually get out of it. So yes, I spend about 23 hours of the day in bed and I think I am depressed. Or something. I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen, only I don't know what that is. I thought I'd shake this feeling when I get back from Paris, but I still feel like I'm waiting for my real life to start. I'm still waiting to be happy with myself and starting to feel like that's probably never going to happen and I should just get over it. This place just feels really empty and I know I should quit talking about my cat, because seriously how pathetic right? But every time I leave the house and come back I expect to see her run up to sniff my shoes and there's nothing. It's just quiet and empty and nothing else is alive inside except me, and only just barely. Labels: Depression, Taz
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