Paranoia
I'm freaking paranoid. I could have sworn something was wrong with my cat's eye, so I Googled. Which then, of course, convinced me that she had all of these horrible things wrong with her, she was at death's door, and had me desperately trying to figure out how to squeeze a visit to the vet into my very non-cooperative schedule. My dad was at the house today and I had him take a look, and he tells me I'm crazy and there's nothing wrong with PC. I looked again, and he was right. I swear I looked more than once before, but looking now, it's perfect. I'm just a raving, paranoid lunatic.
I beleive that this is due to a combination of the following factors:
1. Sleep deprivation. I'm averaging about 5.5 a night (except for Friday night, because I passed out in exhaustion for 11 hours!) My eyes aren't the best to begin with, and add in sleepiness, a wriggly cat, and a shadowy room, and there ya go
2. Already heightened sense of panic - not feeling prepared for school is leading me to feel panic-y about other aspects of my life, and the google-of-doom to the inability to think calmly and logically, and the cycle is begun.
3. The world's oldest living dog died on Friday - my family joked about this dog, and how some of the things it did were similar to the cat.
4. My mother going around to shelters looking at cats "for when the cat actually dies." - I'm not in denial, I know she's going to die someday, but the fact that you keep rubbing my face in it is driving me crazy! It's getting to the point where I keep imaging different scenarios in my head (her dying while I'm at work, having to take her to the vet, dying while I'm home, etc) and examining them for the pros and cons of it happening like that.
5. Last but not least, my dad's new puppy! Yes, my dad got a puppy (from the shelter) over the weekend for his birthday. He's 8 weeks old, cute as a button, and just as boisterous and full of life as you can imagine. The contrast to my cat, who lies around and sleeps most of the day, is dramatic.
So now that you're all convinced i should be locked up forever, i'm going to bed. and never googling medical symptoms, either human or animal, ever again.
I beleive that this is due to a combination of the following factors:
1. Sleep deprivation. I'm averaging about 5.5 a night (except for Friday night, because I passed out in exhaustion for 11 hours!) My eyes aren't the best to begin with, and add in sleepiness, a wriggly cat, and a shadowy room, and there ya go
2. Already heightened sense of panic - not feeling prepared for school is leading me to feel panic-y about other aspects of my life, and the google-of-doom to the inability to think calmly and logically, and the cycle is begun.
3. The world's oldest living dog died on Friday - my family joked about this dog, and how some of the things it did were similar to the cat.
4. My mother going around to shelters looking at cats "for when the cat actually dies." - I'm not in denial, I know she's going to die someday, but the fact that you keep rubbing my face in it is driving me crazy! It's getting to the point where I keep imaging different scenarios in my head (her dying while I'm at work, having to take her to the vet, dying while I'm home, etc) and examining them for the pros and cons of it happening like that.
5. Last but not least, my dad's new puppy! Yes, my dad got a puppy (from the shelter) over the weekend for his birthday. He's 8 weeks old, cute as a button, and just as boisterous and full of life as you can imagine. The contrast to my cat, who lies around and sleeps most of the day, is dramatic.
So now that you're all convinced i should be locked up forever, i'm going to bed. and never googling medical symptoms, either human or animal, ever again.