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Yesterday ended around 4:30 AM, after an emergency 3 AM trip to CVS and a couple of hours of shoving sugar down my seriously--as in, "first reading on the glucose meter once we realized what was probably going on: 34 rather than somewhere in the 70s or above"--hypoglycemic cat's throat. nminusone's day ended much later than that, as he stayed up with Gateway after I'd gone to catch a nap before work to keep feeding him glucose, cat treats, and Fancy Feast until he'd mostly recovered. I'm thankful that I got sucked into reading the latest Anita Blake book (not a phrase I ever expected to type) and was still awake at 2:30 to notice that the cat was acting very strangely.
The day's kind of gone downhill from there, and I have another two and a half hours to go here before heading home. Joy. Where's my Bag o'Bliss?
The day's kind of gone downhill from there, and I have another two and a half hours to go here before heading home. Joy. Where's my Bag o'Bliss?