Bad Fucking Day...
Not even kidding.
So my poor sister finally landed on her ass this weekend with a fever, which I suspect comes from not having a single day of downtime in almost three weeks. Then she finds out that she has to do the financial reports by Friday for her work, so all she has done for the last two days straight during her "off time", is worky-work.
Then today, her cat gets sick.
We noticed the cat, Zippo, looked like she was putting on a bunch of weight despite being on a diet. Then we noticed two days ago that she didn't seem to want to go downstairs at dinner time. Then yesterday, Zippo didn't want her cuddles with me. With sounds strange to use as an indication that she is sick - except she sleeps during the day, at my feet, and the second I make even the beginnings of "I am waking up" noises, Zippo will come running up to the head of the bed, and crawl under the covers with me, and demand to be petted. Not only didn't she do that, but she didn't even acknowledge me when I crawled down to the end of the bed to rub her stomach. And I noticed that her stomach felt really hard.
Then my sister tried to get her to eat and drink and she refused. So she offered Zippo milk and she drank like two lickfuls of it and then turned her head away. Milkies! She turned her head away from milkies. Last night, after my sister went to bed, I noticed that Zippo looked like she was having trouble walking. And I was looking at her and thinking, "Is it possible that she has gotten bigger since yesterday?"
Which seems insane and impossible, except then I thought, "What if it's water retention?"
So then my sister got her into the vet today and yep, water retention on her abdomen. So they have to drain it and then make sure there isn't a tumor in there and then rehydrate her (since she hasn't been drinking properly). Odds are, it's due to congestive heart failure. Which you can live with for some time, it isn't an immediate death sentence, but will certainly shorten the length and quality of Zippo's life.
Plus, they had to keep her over-night - which has my sister all anxious. And money is an issue, since my sister is about to be unemployed in like two months and has of yet to find a job. Though my sister is too worried about Zippo to be worried about money - so I'm doing it for her.
And all the other cats have been screaming all day about how Zippo isn't here - can't we see? Can't we see she forgot to bring Zippo home with her?!?!
Anyway, we shall see what the vet says about Zippo tomorrow - but I am worried and my poor sister is still in the bedroom working on her boss's financial reports.
Onto other things...why is my father so fucking crazy?
This one is full of not pleasant things from my childhood - I won't be offended if you don't want read it, I didn't want to live it.
So my dad - he has bipolar. So does my mom. So does my little brother. My dad wasn't the best father in the world by any means - but eventually he got help and a diagnose and medicine, so I try to keep up a relationship with him because I feel like he is at least making an effort.
So he was over for dinner tonight and conversation was filled with his silly internet jokes and talk of our various pets. Then my sister has to leave - to go to do more worky-work stuff, at six in the evening, on her crap-tastic day - and my dad and I are left to discuss sports and corn and eventually, movies.
Then this conversation occurs where my dad starts telling me about this movie he saw, "Uninvited" and how it turned out that it was the teenage girl who was the killer and then he described how she killed her mother in that movie.
And I said something like, "Yeah, I know they don't like to label teenagers as sociopaths, but that girl was clearly a sociopath in that movie."
And my father says, in his very serious voice, "You and your mother should have locked your brother up."
And I was just sitting there, wondering where that came from, because yes, my brother had issues (and often the medicine they tried made him violent) but he broke chairs and stole cars...he didn't ax-murder anyone. So, I said, "You do understand the definition of the word sociopath, right, Dad?"
And also, yes, hi...Thank you dad. I should have locked my brother up? I was seventeen. Yes, I was effectively raising my brother, but just because neither of my parents could be bothered to do it themselves. And yes, sometimes I forged signatures on school papers that my mother couldn't be bothered to sign, but I didn't actually have any standing in my brother's medical care.
But I'm glad my father thinks it was my job to take care of that. When I was seventeen.
Then he goes on to say that when my brother came to live with him - (at the age of 16, after my mother threw him out - because putting him in the hospital might make him feel abandoned, but throwing him out on the streets certainly wouldn't) - that my dad totally didn't take any shit from my brother.
"First time he got in my face, boy, I showed him the kind of business I meant. That's how you deal with that." And then he laughs, like beating your kids is a funny thing.
My brother had these paranoid delusions that he knew weren't real but couldn't stop from thinking them. So he drank. He was an alcoholic 16 year old who needed help. So getting him on medicine instead of alcohol is too much trouble for my dad. What always works is to beat the bipolar out of his system.
And then he tells me about how he also threw my brother out of the house after that and my brother had to "come back begging". That's good - my brother was sick and alone and had to go back to a house full of violence because he had no place else to go.
That's funny too, Dad.
I thought I was going to throw up, literally. Right there, just up-chuck my dinner all over him. I still might.
This is how it always happens - having an innocent conversation about some movie he saw and bam - we are having this conversation instead. It always comes out of nowhere with my dad.
So then I totally tainted my awesome cool convention pictures by getting them out and showing them to him, as a way to change the conversation subject.
When he went to leave, my dad said, "Well, I hate to go, we are having such a nice visit."
I could vomit.
It's been a bad fucking day.
Also, a couple of days ago I got a little cut on the corner of my mouth from stupidly licking the pudding off the lid to my pudding cup. And it hurts. Also, the inside of my cheek hurts, and is swelling up, probably where I was biting it so hard while my father was speaking.
The only upside has been watching my sister's kittens play "Ewww Spider"...which for those that don't know the silly games I make up for the kittens - you know those little plastic halloween spider rings? They will kill them dead. I like to go, "Ewww, ewww, a spider, ewww." in a high-pitched scared voice and then throw the little plastic spider ring across the room and go, "Help, help, kill it!" It gets them so riled up, it's ridiculous. They are ferocious beasts who will totally kill those nasty evil plastic spiders dead. Dead, I tell you.
OH - and also...on a good note - hiyacynth emailed me ultrasound pictures today!! Okay, that was a definite on the plus side - cuz Munchy P is like a real little person in there now! I was like, "HI, MUNCHY P, HI!" I can't wait for Munchy P to come join us in this world SO I CAN EAT HIM UP!!
I tried to chill out by watching some Goonies on ABC Family and then playing Klax (shut it, there is always time for Klax!). But The BFF claims LJ-ing it out would help, so...
Now I might go read some mindless porn. I hear there is a mpreg kink meme on spn_hardcore. Don't you judge me! Mpreg is mindless and I need mindless.
Thanks for letting me spew. I'll be in Australia.
So my poor sister finally landed on her ass this weekend with a fever, which I suspect comes from not having a single day of downtime in almost three weeks. Then she finds out that she has to do the financial reports by Friday for her work, so all she has done for the last two days straight during her "off time", is worky-work.
Then today, her cat gets sick.
We noticed the cat, Zippo, looked like she was putting on a bunch of weight despite being on a diet. Then we noticed two days ago that she didn't seem to want to go downstairs at dinner time. Then yesterday, Zippo didn't want her cuddles with me. With sounds strange to use as an indication that she is sick - except she sleeps during the day, at my feet, and the second I make even the beginnings of "I am waking up" noises, Zippo will come running up to the head of the bed, and crawl under the covers with me, and demand to be petted. Not only didn't she do that, but she didn't even acknowledge me when I crawled down to the end of the bed to rub her stomach. And I noticed that her stomach felt really hard.
Then my sister tried to get her to eat and drink and she refused. So she offered Zippo milk and she drank like two lickfuls of it and then turned her head away. Milkies! She turned her head away from milkies. Last night, after my sister went to bed, I noticed that Zippo looked like she was having trouble walking. And I was looking at her and thinking, "Is it possible that she has gotten bigger since yesterday?"
Which seems insane and impossible, except then I thought, "What if it's water retention?"
So then my sister got her into the vet today and yep, water retention on her abdomen. So they have to drain it and then make sure there isn't a tumor in there and then rehydrate her (since she hasn't been drinking properly). Odds are, it's due to congestive heart failure. Which you can live with for some time, it isn't an immediate death sentence, but will certainly shorten the length and quality of Zippo's life.
Plus, they had to keep her over-night - which has my sister all anxious. And money is an issue, since my sister is about to be unemployed in like two months and has of yet to find a job. Though my sister is too worried about Zippo to be worried about money - so I'm doing it for her.
And all the other cats have been screaming all day about how Zippo isn't here - can't we see? Can't we see she forgot to bring Zippo home with her?!?!
Anyway, we shall see what the vet says about Zippo tomorrow - but I am worried and my poor sister is still in the bedroom working on her boss's financial reports.
Onto other things...why is my father so fucking crazy?
This one is full of not pleasant things from my childhood - I won't be offended if you don't want read it, I didn't want to live it.
So my dad - he has bipolar. So does my mom. So does my little brother. My dad wasn't the best father in the world by any means - but eventually he got help and a diagnose and medicine, so I try to keep up a relationship with him because I feel like he is at least making an effort.
So he was over for dinner tonight and conversation was filled with his silly internet jokes and talk of our various pets. Then my sister has to leave - to go to do more worky-work stuff, at six in the evening, on her crap-tastic day - and my dad and I are left to discuss sports and corn and eventually, movies.
Then this conversation occurs where my dad starts telling me about this movie he saw, "Uninvited" and how it turned out that it was the teenage girl who was the killer and then he described how she killed her mother in that movie.
And I said something like, "Yeah, I know they don't like to label teenagers as sociopaths, but that girl was clearly a sociopath in that movie."
And my father says, in his very serious voice, "You and your mother should have locked your brother up."
And I was just sitting there, wondering where that came from, because yes, my brother had issues (and often the medicine they tried made him violent) but he broke chairs and stole cars...he didn't ax-murder anyone. So, I said, "You do understand the definition of the word sociopath, right, Dad?"
And also, yes, hi...Thank you dad. I should have locked my brother up? I was seventeen. Yes, I was effectively raising my brother, but just because neither of my parents could be bothered to do it themselves. And yes, sometimes I forged signatures on school papers that my mother couldn't be bothered to sign, but I didn't actually have any standing in my brother's medical care.
But I'm glad my father thinks it was my job to take care of that. When I was seventeen.
Then he goes on to say that when my brother came to live with him - (at the age of 16, after my mother threw him out - because putting him in the hospital might make him feel abandoned, but throwing him out on the streets certainly wouldn't) - that my dad totally didn't take any shit from my brother.
"First time he got in my face, boy, I showed him the kind of business I meant. That's how you deal with that." And then he laughs, like beating your kids is a funny thing.
My brother had these paranoid delusions that he knew weren't real but couldn't stop from thinking them. So he drank. He was an alcoholic 16 year old who needed help. So getting him on medicine instead of alcohol is too much trouble for my dad. What always works is to beat the bipolar out of his system.
And then he tells me about how he also threw my brother out of the house after that and my brother had to "come back begging". That's good - my brother was sick and alone and had to go back to a house full of violence because he had no place else to go.
That's funny too, Dad.
I thought I was going to throw up, literally. Right there, just up-chuck my dinner all over him. I still might.
This is how it always happens - having an innocent conversation about some movie he saw and bam - we are having this conversation instead. It always comes out of nowhere with my dad.
So then I totally tainted my awesome cool convention pictures by getting them out and showing them to him, as a way to change the conversation subject.
When he went to leave, my dad said, "Well, I hate to go, we are having such a nice visit."
I could vomit.
It's been a bad fucking day.
Also, a couple of days ago I got a little cut on the corner of my mouth from stupidly licking the pudding off the lid to my pudding cup. And it hurts. Also, the inside of my cheek hurts, and is swelling up, probably where I was biting it so hard while my father was speaking.
The only upside has been watching my sister's kittens play "Ewww Spider"...which for those that don't know the silly games I make up for the kittens - you know those little plastic halloween spider rings? They will kill them dead. I like to go, "Ewww, ewww, a spider, ewww." in a high-pitched scared voice and then throw the little plastic spider ring across the room and go, "Help, help, kill it!" It gets them so riled up, it's ridiculous. They are ferocious beasts who will totally kill those nasty evil plastic spiders dead. Dead, I tell you.
OH - and also...on a good note - hiyacynth emailed me ultrasound pictures today!! Okay, that was a definite on the plus side - cuz Munchy P is like a real little person in there now! I was like, "HI, MUNCHY P, HI!" I can't wait for Munchy P to come join us in this world SO I CAN EAT HIM UP!!
I tried to chill out by watching some Goonies on ABC Family and then playing Klax (shut it, there is always time for Klax!). But The BFF claims LJ-ing it out would help, so...
Now I might go read some mindless porn. I hear there is a mpreg kink meme on spn_hardcore. Don't you judge me! Mpreg is mindless and I need mindless.
Thanks for letting me spew. I'll be in Australia.