Mar. 2nd, 2005

la_belle_laide: (NDN name)
Well, I took Pendragon to work today and Rob looked at his tail. Rob thinks that oral antibiotics will do the trick, but I ahve to bring Pendragon back in ten days to make sure it's working. Rob thinks we can avoid another repeat of last year; he would only worry, he said, if the tail started getting stiff and black. He said it smelled like an enchillada. O_O To me, it smelled like rotten hamburger meat, but that was the other night. Ugh.

It actually does look better today, though. I don't have as bad a feeling about it as I did last year, and after all, I think it was a good idea to bring Pendragon in to have his tail looked at, even if it is a hassle getting him in the carrier. (Boy, was he ever pissed. He scratched me up but good. He also hissed and clawed and tried to bite. Eesh.) Rob says the antibiotics won't hurt his kidneys at all This is all to the good. Also, Pendragon put on weight since last year. Overall, I'm feeling much more mellow about it than I was the other night.

However, I'm way sick today, too. I hardly slept last night because there were phlegm bombs going off in my head and chest. Very sticky. I have a killer sinus inflammation; my eyes are so bloodshot and watery I can't get my contact lenses in. Yuck!

I'm still going to Kung Fu tonight. I've been away far too long. I was supposed to go Monday, but we got hit with that Nor'easter Monday night and the roads were a mess (highway department tends to forget that this town exists.) Also, I just think that it will help me. All the ickiness and slowness in my joints, you know? Time to shake it out.

I have to be better by Saturday, because it's Oceans of Ho(pe)! Here is a very short article on it in Dan's Papers. Here's the info from the original Atlantis page. I love Oceans of Hope; it's like the animal care worker's annual ball. It's also the one time a year (aside from any various weddings) that we all get to not only ditch our scrubs, but get into really formal clothes. Me, I went the creative route this year, and bought that dress I mentioned downpage. I can't wait to put it on and swish around.

Today, I was going to go out to the florist/greenhouse in town and look for some kind of nice plant, like a lemon tree or orange tree, or maybe even olive or something, but now I just feel like sitting down. I guess I'll go Saturday after Hula, maybe stop at the store and pick up soemthing cool and sparkly to put in my hair, too. Who knows.

More snow is expected today, and Sunday and Monday, and then next Friday, too. I can't believe I have to say this, but I'm almost tired of winter. Almost tired of snow. I guess I tend to starte feeling like this after the Florida trip every year, and especially after Oceans of Ho. What comes next? Until Spring thaw, really not much. It gets sort of boring.

I so completely hope that this March and April is a thousand times better than last year.
la_belle_laide: (NDN name)
Well, I took Pendragon to work today and Rob looked at his tail. Rob thinks that oral antibiotics will do the trick, but I ahve to bring Pendragon back in ten days to make sure it's working. Rob thinks we can avoid another repeat of last year; he would only worry, he said, if the tail started getting stiff and black. He said it smelled like an enchillada. O_O To me, it smelled like rotten hamburger meat, but that was the other night. Ugh.

It actually does look better today, though. I don't have as bad a feeling about it as I did last year, and after all, I think it was a good idea to bring Pendragon in to have his tail looked at, even if it is a hassle getting him in the carrier. (Boy, was he ever pissed. He scratched me up but good. He also hissed and clawed and tried to bite. Eesh.) Rob says the antibiotics won't hurt his kidneys at all This is all to the good. Also, Pendragon put on weight since last year. Overall, I'm feeling much more mellow about it than I was the other night.

However, I'm way sick today, too. I hardly slept last night because there were phlegm bombs going off in my head and chest. Very sticky. I have a killer sinus inflammation; my eyes are so bloodshot and watery I can't get my contact lenses in. Yuck!

I'm still going to Kung Fu tonight. I've been away far too long. I was supposed to go Monday, but we got hit with that Nor'easter Monday night and the roads were a mess (highway department tends to forget that this town exists.) Also, I just think that it will help me. All the ickiness and slowness in my joints, you know? Time to shake it out.

I have to be better by Saturday, because it's Oceans of Ho(pe)! Here is a very short article on it in Dan's Papers. Here's the info from the original Atlantis page. I love Oceans of Hope; it's like the animal care worker's annual ball. It's also the one time a year (aside from any various weddings) that we all get to not only ditch our scrubs, but get into really formal clothes. Me, I went the creative route this year, and bought that dress I mentioned downpage. I can't wait to put it on and swish around.

Today, I was going to go out to the florist/greenhouse in town and look for some kind of nice plant, like a lemon tree or orange tree, or maybe even olive or something, but now I just feel like sitting down. I guess I'll go Saturday after Hula, maybe stop at the store and pick up soemthing cool and sparkly to put in my hair, too. Who knows.

More snow is expected today, and Sunday and Monday, and then next Friday, too. I can't believe I have to say this, but I'm almost tired of winter. Almost tired of snow. I guess I tend to starte feeling like this after the Florida trip every year, and especially after Oceans of Ho. What comes next? Until Spring thaw, really not much. It gets sort of boring.

I so completely hope that this March and April is a thousand times better than last year.
la_belle_laide: (WWJD?)
Kung Fu tonight was actually very cathartic. We did two moves and variations thereof repeatedly for a half an hour. It hurt, especially after having missed almost three weeks and having hardly moved at all in the last few days, but at the same time it was a feeling of accomplishment. It was hard to keep my head down and do a lot of the floor excercizes in warmup, though; my sinuses wanted none of that. But still, at the end of the class I was breathing a lot better.

The ride to Kung Fu though? I swear I have the worst luck on that road (remember I spun out on it last month.) This time--and let me tell it exactly as it happened--a cat ran under my wheels. The damned thing just jetted out from the side of the road and went right under my front tire, and then, of course, the back. It's strange how your brain slows down for something that takes less than a second to happen. I remember thinking, sort of resignedly, "There's no way to avoid this, is there?" even as I pretty much leapt onto the brakes. In my years of driving, I've never run over an animal before. And, I didn't just clip him, I completely ran him down. (Gah, you feel it when you run something over, and both the front and back tire goes over it. It's so awful.) I pulled over to the side of the road to see if he was dead, and clearly, he was. It was an orange tabby, like my Mom's cat only bigger. I guess I just sat there on the side of the road for a few minutes, too, going over it in my head, because I was actually late for class. (One of my many thoughts was, "If I'd stayed home sick tonight, he might still be alive." On the other hand, though, he might not, beacuse the guy who was behind em was right on my tail, and this cat really jetted. It's possible I guess that the guy behind me might have clipped him or, if he hadn't been behind me, might have been the one to run him down.) Oddly, (or maybe not so oddly,) I found myself thinking about Count D, too.

I guess it's karma, but I still feel really rotten about it. If the cat wasn't a stray and had an owner, then I couldn't be more sorry, whoever you are. And cats should be indoors! Damn!

What really was odd, though, was that I had to comfort my car when we got home, like put my hand on it and say, "it's not your fault; we couldn't have avoided that." Which is probably really weird to most people, but then again, I always put my hand on my car after I get out of it, like a thank you for getting me there and back. I've said before, I have an unhealthy attachment to my car.

Well, there's work tomorrow, and I'll be coughing and hacking through it. My eyes are so red and runny that it's actually pretty gross. But I find that it's better to be up and about, moving and doing things, than it is to sit or sleep, because that's when I'm having the most congestion and general juiciness.

And tonight, I have downloaded an early episode of House, and I have some chocolate soy, so I'm all set.
la_belle_laide: (WWJD?)
Kung Fu tonight was actually very cathartic. We did two moves and variations thereof repeatedly for a half an hour. It hurt, especially after having missed almost three weeks and having hardly moved at all in the last few days, but at the same time it was a feeling of accomplishment. It was hard to keep my head down and do a lot of the floor excercizes in warmup, though; my sinuses wanted none of that. But still, at the end of the class I was breathing a lot better.

The ride to Kung Fu though? I swear I have the worst luck on that road (remember I spun out on it last month.) This time--and let me tell it exactly as it happened--a cat ran under my wheels. The damned thing just jetted out from the side of the road and went right under my front tire, and then, of course, the back. It's strange how your brain slows down for something that takes less than a second to happen. I remember thinking, sort of resignedly, "There's no way to avoid this, is there?" even as I pretty much leapt onto the brakes. In my years of driving, I've never run over an animal before. And, I didn't just clip him, I completely ran him down. (Gah, you feel it when you run something over, and both the front and back tire goes over it. It's so awful.) I pulled over to the side of the road to see if he was dead, and clearly, he was. It was an orange tabby, like my Mom's cat only bigger. I guess I just sat there on the side of the road for a few minutes, too, going over it in my head, because I was actually late for class. (One of my many thoughts was, "If I'd stayed home sick tonight, he might still be alive." On the other hand, though, he might not, beacuse the guy who was behind em was right on my tail, and this cat really jetted. It's possible I guess that the guy behind me might have clipped him or, if he hadn't been behind me, might have been the one to run him down.) Oddly, (or maybe not so oddly,) I found myself thinking about Count D, too.

I guess it's karma, but I still feel really rotten about it. If the cat wasn't a stray and had an owner, then I couldn't be more sorry, whoever you are. And cats should be indoors! Damn!

What really was odd, though, was that I had to comfort my car when we got home, like put my hand on it and say, "it's not your fault; we couldn't have avoided that." Which is probably really weird to most people, but then again, I always put my hand on my car after I get out of it, like a thank you for getting me there and back. I've said before, I have an unhealthy attachment to my car.

Well, there's work tomorrow, and I'll be coughing and hacking through it. My eyes are so red and runny that it's actually pretty gross. But I find that it's better to be up and about, moving and doing things, than it is to sit or sleep, because that's when I'm having the most congestion and general juiciness.

And tonight, I have downloaded an early episode of House, and I have some chocolate soy, so I'm all set.

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