i wasn't going to post about all this... but whatever. it happened.
it was not a good day tuesday.
first off, my neck went into some kind of spasm tuesday morning. i bent down to pet the cat, stood up, and BAM. it was like my shoulders and neck went into some kind of charlie horse thing. i could barely turn my head or nod without excruciating pain. it didn't seem to be a nervy thing, just a muscle tense, shoulders hard-as-rock thing. i took ibuprofin and gently tried moving my head all day. i skipped yoga Tuesday night (went Wednesday morning and took hot showers) and still it is hurting, but slowly working itself out.
i can attribute it to stress i suppose... general tension, not sleeping right, moving wrong or something just triggered it all to wad itself into a tiny tiny ball. today i can turn my head side to side and bend my head down with some pain (not excruciating) but cannot bend it back, especially unsupported. but hey, progress.
yes, i'm going to yoga class again today because it helps. i am pretty sure it's stress because i catch myself with my shoulders raised and have to remind myself to drop them. ugh! i'm a ball of stress.
so that started Tuesday morning. as i said, i wanted to go to yoga Tuesday night, but it was the more difficult vinyasa class which i was not up for. so i thought i'd shower, have a leisurely evening with Azrael ... until ...
so either Azrael's health or some behaviour issues (or both) have caused her to act out and pee inappropriately which has not made me happy. we think we have nipped that behaviour in a number of ways and we have also given her back her litter box temporarily to remind her THIS IS WHERE WE GO. (and she still pees 75% of the time in the toilet. go fig.) :)
however, the meds she's on for potential bladder infection give her bad diarrhea. she prefers to use the box for that. cue Tuesday Disaster.
after she went she was TRYING to bury it (which she is out of practice burying and makes more of a mess burying than actually GOING). i was TRYING to get her out of the litter box and bury it for her with the scoop when she stepped right in it with her back foot.
before i could pick her up and out of the poo and clean off her foot, she flicked her foot, flicked it on the wall and on the floor. i screamed "OH GOD!!" which scared her, she jumped out of the box, started running around the bathroom, smeared it on the floor and on the rug. i chased her around and finally picked her up which in the struggle she got it ON MY ARM!!!! i plopped her in the tub because i was going to wash off her foot. i have a deep tub. she doesn't JUMP. usually. i was trying to clean up the floor when SHE JUMPED OUT. so now it's on the bottom of my tub, the side of my tub, the top edge of my tub, the toilet seat where she launched off and out of of the tub onto the floor, on my OTHER bathroom rug (the white one), on MY feet from where I'D walked in it, on the rag i was using to begin cleaning it up only now the mess was 10 times worse ... and i started bawling in frustration. i grabbed Azrael again, turned on the tub faucet and held her back foot under the running water for a minute. i finally let her go, dripping wet foot and all and just stood there, bawling. WHERE TO BEGIN CLEANING UP THIS HOLY SMEARY MESS OF CAT POOP???!!!
at that point, TWD came home from fencing and heard me in the bathroom falling apart. he had tapped on the door but i hadn't heard. he opened the door and Azrael shot out. "are you okay?" "NOOOOO?!" "what's wrong?" i gesture. and bawl. "JUST LOOK AT IT!"
apparently he thought something REALLY bad had happened (WHICH IT HAD--there was poop everywhere!!!) and was so relieved that "nothing was wrong" that he started to laugh. so i thought he was laughing at me which made me cry harder.
he said, "you had me worried!! i thought something really bad happened!" "IT DID!!! I'M COVERED IN POOOOOP!!!!" which only made him laugh harder. "STOP LAUGHING AT MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" he just held me, hugged me (even though i had poop on me) and said, "i'm not laughing at you. i'm only laughing at the situation." "IT'S THE SAME THIIIIIIING!!!!!" "no. i'm only relieved it wasn't worse. it could've been worse. it's only poop. it's not the end of the world, right??"
okay. it's not. he sent me out of the bathroom (after i washed myself off) and i calmed down while he cleaned it all up for me. he explained again he was not laughing AT me and that a few days from now i would find humor in the situation and maybe laugh at it myself. (i think it may take a few more days; i still don't think it was funny. i felt terrible for scaring Azrael who was scared of ME and thought she was in trouble and i was just so danged frustrated and DONE. i hate pee. i hate poop. i hate it on me even worse.)
i grumpily said i probably have toxoplasmosis or whatever that suicidal cat poop disease is and he said i probably didn't.
... unfortunately, we then found out some terrible news about a boy from TWD's fencing club we were friends with. apparently he had an asthmatic allergic reaction to something a few days prior, was in a coma, and had just died that same night. he was only 17 years old. we were so sad. TWD had a soft spot for him and i kind of did, too. :( TWD lit a candle for him and we could see it flickering on our balcony all night. i still can't quite process what's happened yet.
but finding that out kinda put all those other hassles into perspective. you know? it just wasn't a good day.
YESTERDAY though... was a good day. we had a great time relaxing and hanging out with friends and just chilling out awhile. we needed it. it refreshed my new mantra which is "this is not the end of the world."
and it wasn't.
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first off, my neck went into some kind of spasm tuesday morning. i bent down to pet the cat, stood up, and BAM. it was like my shoulders and neck went into some kind of charlie horse thing. i could barely turn my head or nod without excruciating pain. it didn't seem to be a nervy thing, just a muscle tense, shoulders hard-as-rock thing. i took ibuprofin and gently tried moving my head all day. i skipped yoga Tuesday night (went Wednesday morning and took hot showers) and still it is hurting, but slowly working itself out.
i can attribute it to stress i suppose... general tension, not sleeping right, moving wrong or something just triggered it all to wad itself into a tiny tiny ball. today i can turn my head side to side and bend my head down with some pain (not excruciating) but cannot bend it back, especially unsupported. but hey, progress.
yes, i'm going to yoga class again today because it helps. i am pretty sure it's stress because i catch myself with my shoulders raised and have to remind myself to drop them. ugh! i'm a ball of stress.
so that started Tuesday morning. as i said, i wanted to go to yoga Tuesday night, but it was the more difficult vinyasa class which i was not up for. so i thought i'd shower, have a leisurely evening with Azrael ... until ...
so either Azrael's health or some behaviour issues (or both) have caused her to act out and pee inappropriately which has not made me happy. we think we have nipped that behaviour in a number of ways and we have also given her back her litter box temporarily to remind her THIS IS WHERE WE GO. (and she still pees 75% of the time in the toilet. go fig.) :)
however, the meds she's on for potential bladder infection give her bad diarrhea. she prefers to use the box for that. cue Tuesday Disaster.
after she went she was TRYING to bury it (which she is out of practice burying and makes more of a mess burying than actually GOING). i was TRYING to get her out of the litter box and bury it for her with the scoop when she stepped right in it with her back foot.
before i could pick her up and out of the poo and clean off her foot, she flicked her foot, flicked it on the wall and on the floor. i screamed "OH GOD!!" which scared her, she jumped out of the box, started running around the bathroom, smeared it on the floor and on the rug. i chased her around and finally picked her up which in the struggle she got it ON MY ARM!!!! i plopped her in the tub because i was going to wash off her foot. i have a deep tub. she doesn't JUMP. usually. i was trying to clean up the floor when SHE JUMPED OUT. so now it's on the bottom of my tub, the side of my tub, the top edge of my tub, the toilet seat where she launched off and out of of the tub onto the floor, on my OTHER bathroom rug (the white one), on MY feet from where I'D walked in it, on the rag i was using to begin cleaning it up only now the mess was 10 times worse ... and i started bawling in frustration. i grabbed Azrael again, turned on the tub faucet and held her back foot under the running water for a minute. i finally let her go, dripping wet foot and all and just stood there, bawling. WHERE TO BEGIN CLEANING UP THIS HOLY SMEARY MESS OF CAT POOP???!!!
at that point, TWD came home from fencing and heard me in the bathroom falling apart. he had tapped on the door but i hadn't heard. he opened the door and Azrael shot out. "are you okay?" "NOOOOO?!" "what's wrong?" i gesture. and bawl. "JUST LOOK AT IT!"
apparently he thought something REALLY bad had happened (WHICH IT HAD--there was poop everywhere!!!) and was so relieved that "nothing was wrong" that he started to laugh. so i thought he was laughing at me which made me cry harder.
he said, "you had me worried!! i thought something really bad happened!" "IT DID!!! I'M COVERED IN POOOOOP!!!!" which only made him laugh harder. "STOP LAUGHING AT MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" he just held me, hugged me (even though i had poop on me) and said, "i'm not laughing at you. i'm only laughing at the situation." "IT'S THE SAME THIIIIIIING!!!!!" "no. i'm only relieved it wasn't worse. it could've been worse. it's only poop. it's not the end of the world, right??"
okay. it's not. he sent me out of the bathroom (after i washed myself off) and i calmed down while he cleaned it all up for me. he explained again he was not laughing AT me and that a few days from now i would find humor in the situation and maybe laugh at it myself. (i think it may take a few more days; i still don't think it was funny. i felt terrible for scaring Azrael who was scared of ME and thought she was in trouble and i was just so danged frustrated and DONE. i hate pee. i hate poop. i hate it on me even worse.)
i grumpily said i probably have toxoplasmosis or whatever that suicidal cat poop disease is and he said i probably didn't.
... unfortunately, we then found out some terrible news about a boy from TWD's fencing club we were friends with. apparently he had an asthmatic allergic reaction to something a few days prior, was in a coma, and had just died that same night. he was only 17 years old. we were so sad. TWD had a soft spot for him and i kind of did, too. :( TWD lit a candle for him and we could see it flickering on our balcony all night. i still can't quite process what's happened yet.
but finding that out kinda put all those other hassles into perspective. you know? it just wasn't a good day.
YESTERDAY though... was a good day. we had a great time relaxing and hanging out with friends and just chilling out awhile. we needed it. it refreshed my new mantra which is "this is not the end of the world."
and it wasn't.
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