WebKittyn Warbles
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Implosion Explained
That fine line between sanity and the abyss is getting thinner by the day.
I have to be the strong one now, tomorrow is his birthday and no one should be sad on a birthday.
Please. Allow me to give you a breakdown of the past four days of my life.
Friday: A mass is discovered on Bey (his cat) and my AC went in the car. Can't go upstate without AC, Templeton has an unusually high temperature as it is and in the heat he would get sick. We figure the car needs freon and decide to take it in Monday. High stress day.
Saturday: Bey goes to the vet. The vet doesn't like the feel of the 'solid masses' (there are 4) and does a needle biopsy. Three hundred dollars. Ok, not a problem. Pay it. The spectre of cancer is looming hard over this house then.
Sunday: Trying to keep the spirits of the birthday boy elevated I add a few more presents, last minute things. Hey, that's what credit cards are for, right? No one should be sad on their birthday, no one. It's hard not to let the mind obsess on the bad.
Monday: Mechanic calls to tell me the compressor is dead. It's going to be $535 for a compressor and labour. Holy crap. Money isn't really an issue at this point. The cat needed to be taken care of and the car needed to be done but that's a lot of money in a week and it only adds to the existing stress.
Tuesday/Today: Mechanic calls to tell me the fan is also dead. Total? $795. Excuse me? That's what some people pay for rent, are you serious? Then the call from the vet comes. It's cancer, it's serious - get him in ASAP for the surgery. Ugly words were mentioned like feline lymphoma and breast cancer. Drop him off tomorrow and do the surgery Thursday.
Tomorrow. You know. Darkstar's birthday. Are we happy yet?
And did I mention my freakin' ovaries kicked in today?
So it's been a pretty dark couple of days, I apologise if I'm snappy or less than fun to be around. I'm not dealing well and I probably won't until Bey comes home post surgery and all that crap is gone from him.
Man, when it rains it pours.
Thank you to the people who have expressed their support, I don't say thanks often enough but without the support and caring of you guys I'd be a complete emotional cripple by now.
Happy birthday, Darkstar.
I have to be the strong one now, tomorrow is his birthday and no one should be sad on a birthday.
Please. Allow me to give you a breakdown of the past four days of my life.
Friday: A mass is discovered on Bey (his cat) and my AC went in the car. Can't go upstate without AC, Templeton has an unusually high temperature as it is and in the heat he would get sick. We figure the car needs freon and decide to take it in Monday. High stress day.
Saturday: Bey goes to the vet. The vet doesn't like the feel of the 'solid masses' (there are 4) and does a needle biopsy. Three hundred dollars. Ok, not a problem. Pay it. The spectre of cancer is looming hard over this house then.
Sunday: Trying to keep the spirits of the birthday boy elevated I add a few more presents, last minute things. Hey, that's what credit cards are for, right? No one should be sad on their birthday, no one. It's hard not to let the mind obsess on the bad.
Monday: Mechanic calls to tell me the compressor is dead. It's going to be $535 for a compressor and labour. Holy crap. Money isn't really an issue at this point. The cat needed to be taken care of and the car needed to be done but that's a lot of money in a week and it only adds to the existing stress.
Tuesday/Today: Mechanic calls to tell me the fan is also dead. Total? $795. Excuse me? That's what some people pay for rent, are you serious? Then the call from the vet comes. It's cancer, it's serious - get him in ASAP for the surgery. Ugly words were mentioned like feline lymphoma and breast cancer. Drop him off tomorrow and do the surgery Thursday.
Tomorrow. You know. Darkstar's birthday. Are we happy yet?
And did I mention my freakin' ovaries kicked in today?
So it's been a pretty dark couple of days, I apologise if I'm snappy or less than fun to be around. I'm not dealing well and I probably won't until Bey comes home post surgery and all that crap is gone from him.
Man, when it rains it pours.
Thank you to the people who have expressed their support, I don't say thanks often enough but without the support and caring of you guys I'd be a complete emotional cripple by now.
Happy birthday, Darkstar.
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