I’m not sure what’s more disturbing: the disappointment I felt when my blood results didn’t show a surprise pregnancy, or the true reason WHY I was disappointed when my blood results didn’t show a surprise pregnancy: it would have made for some truly excellent long-winded conspiracy theory update topics.
The doctor says I’m super, which sucks – I want a reason for feeling so crappy. My iron is in fact a little low, but not enough to require that I go on iron pills especially since she warned me 9 times that iron pills make you not poop (which frankly is not a big deal given that I do not poop anyway). She gave me a big list of foods that are rich in iron such as beans and nuts and liver, then rather off-handedly mentioned that a census taker just happens to live down the street and that Safeway has a sale this week on fava beans and a nice Chianti. I’m not so much into the cannibalism as I’d have you believe, so tonight we’re having a Steak and Molding Clay Extravaganza because steak has tons of iron in it and molding clay is just plain awesome.
So, stuff is fine. I’m not dying of werewolf herpes, my withdrawal symptoms should go away in 4-6 weeks (um, what), and I’m feeling much better than I was two days ago.
However, none of this means a goddamn thing because Sasha is sick.
She did another marathon puke today, one I was thankfully not awake for. I called the vet, and we’re going in at 12:30 to find out what’s wrong. I am not good at this. I can’t imagine something being even mildly wrong with Sasha without bursting into tears – if something is seriously wrong, I’m going to need to be taken away by the men in white coats and locked up until I can stop sobbing hysterically. It does not help that Sasha is officially 13 now and that is very old; the likelihood of something being wrong with her is increasing daily. I am scared for her (and for myself because I will completely lose my shit if she dies) and oh, this sucks so much.
Could you please transfer any good thoughts you may have been thinking towards me for my ongoing mental health to Sasha? I’m much more robust than she is, and I throw up a lot less.
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Foxy, Powder and Pumpkin (my kitties) are sending happy thoughts to Sasha today :-)
Many happy good thoughts to Sasha from me and from her fellow calico, FizzBin.
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Hope Sasha’s back to her normal self soon.
(FWIW they have slow-release iron supplements that take care of the most egregious side effects, if you want to lay off the liver and metal filings.)
poor sasha … thinking happy thoughts.
i went off my anti-anxiety meds earlier this summer … my weirdest side effect was this odd “bionic woman” like sound (in my head … at least no one else mentioned it) whenever i moved my eyes quickly or turned my head without written notice. it was like “ch-ch-ch-ch” and was paired with slight vertigo … and it took at least a month to shake off completely.
crazy drugs are crazy! ;)
Ringo (aka: Limpy McFatterson ( had an accident and threw is knee out … nothing related to his last name of Fatternson (ok, so he’s the heaviest of the cats at 17.5lbs (we’d worry but he runs around the house chasing the other cats so he’s still in good shape))))) (hope that’s enough parans), ‘Stache, Coco and Taea hope she gets better. Hydra our dog also wishes her happy thoughts as she loves chasing healthy cats and sickly cats are no challenge.
my foufigirl sends her well wishes to your sasha.
foufi was sick and lost a bunch of weight and was throwing up all the time, one day 10 times! it started getting much more worse and frequent over the summer. we took her to the vet, turns out she has diabetes. so now we just have to give her an insulin injection every day(easy and not scary like i thought it would be!) and she is fully back to herself and moreso and no more pukefests. we hope sasha gets well soon!
Good thoughts to Sasha from me, the Hubby, and Queen Calli Boo the Kitty (also a Calico).
we’re all sending happy healthy kitty vibes from down here!!!
When our manx, Spooky, was hit by a car he had his pelvis crushed. His front claws were shredded, trying to claw his way out. The saddest thing (and I have two kids!) I have ever seen. Things got so bad that we had to put him in diapers. :( One day (with much, much care) he seemed to be all better and was back to 100%, just like that.
Now when we pet him, we say “Good $800” and he loves it. Loves us more for it, too! The point here is that your cat will be okay, one way or another, and so will you.
Anyone want to buy a $200 kennel? :)
OMG Matt, I didn’t really expect to read that terrible stuff and then BAM there it was, absorbed into my cerebral cortex before I even could stop it. I’m glad that your cat is better, however I am still horrified on his behalf. Eugh.
Kimli, I heard these guys and wondered if you might enjoy. they’re… strange. Very, very strange. http://www.gogolbordello.com/home/
What, too real?
Hey, KLW! Can you front a brother a copy of Shiva Space Machine by Me Mom & Morgentaler? I cannot find this *anywhere*, and I need it, bad. My Gmail can hold 2 gigs. :)
My whole point is that everything happens for a reason, even painful things. You take what you can from these experiences, and are a better person for it. You are a sum of your parts, and you add up to something great.
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