Of Felines and Fretting
Oh, forgot about LJ there, didn't? I'm not sure anyone noticed, though. I suppose I'd get more comments if I actually responded to what few comments I actually get. Positive feedback loops and whatnot, but that's beside the point.
My hand is better now. Turns out the cat bite gave me a localized Pasteurella infection. Fortunately 10 days of antibiotics cleared it up pretty nicely, though I couldn't use my hand at all for almost two weeks, and couldn't use my thumb for another two weeks because there was a bit of damage to the extensor tendon of my right thumb. Its mostly fine now, though it still hurts to exert pressure with/on it. The doctor predicted a full recovery once the scar tissue shrinks a bit more. Now to wade through the workman's comp paperwork that's been sitting on my desk for a week, ugh. Sure hope its not time-sensitive...?
There's some talk about euthanizing the cat that bit me (she's a black semi-feral named Wisteria.) After she bit me and the 10 day Rabies quarantine was up, the shelter higher ups decided to put her through some socialization therapy (basically putting her in a small room and having staff handle her as much as possible and hand-feed all of her meals,) but she's apparently not liking it much and being rather aggressive. I really hope she can turn around. I don't harbor any anger towards her for biting me, and I'd feel at least in part responsible if she did get put down. I don't think I was supposed to hear about the proposed euthanasia either, I only overheard it in passing conversation between one of my managers and our head cat person.
I'm also worried about my job itself and the security thereof, but I have been since early April when I got a writeup for a series of idiot mistakes. My imagination still runs wild every time I get reprimanded for something, no matter how small it is. I came pretty close to having a panic attack earlier tonight while thinking about some dog boarding paperwork I screwed up on today. I'll have to see how it pans out tomorrow... I have a way of automatically thinking up worse case scenarios for everything bad that happens to me, just because I've figured out that nothing ever happens the way I think it will. So, if I imagine nothing but bad things, only good things will happen... right? Bullshit, I know.
Aside from that, I have had a few kickass things happen to me recently. The one that stands out most in my mind is the Secret Chiefs 3 concert I went to a few days before I got bitten. I had a giddy half-written entry about it that I'd still like to post. Perhaps I'll do that tomorrow to counter the obnoxious self-pitying drivel that constitutes this entry.
Yes, cheery next entry, I promise!
My hand is better now. Turns out the cat bite gave me a localized Pasteurella infection. Fortunately 10 days of antibiotics cleared it up pretty nicely, though I couldn't use my hand at all for almost two weeks, and couldn't use my thumb for another two weeks because there was a bit of damage to the extensor tendon of my right thumb. Its mostly fine now, though it still hurts to exert pressure with/on it. The doctor predicted a full recovery once the scar tissue shrinks a bit more. Now to wade through the workman's comp paperwork that's been sitting on my desk for a week, ugh. Sure hope its not time-sensitive...?
There's some talk about euthanizing the cat that bit me (she's a black semi-feral named Wisteria.) After she bit me and the 10 day Rabies quarantine was up, the shelter higher ups decided to put her through some socialization therapy (basically putting her in a small room and having staff handle her as much as possible and hand-feed all of her meals,) but she's apparently not liking it much and being rather aggressive. I really hope she can turn around. I don't harbor any anger towards her for biting me, and I'd feel at least in part responsible if she did get put down. I don't think I was supposed to hear about the proposed euthanasia either, I only overheard it in passing conversation between one of my managers and our head cat person.
I'm also worried about my job itself and the security thereof, but I have been since early April when I got a writeup for a series of idiot mistakes. My imagination still runs wild every time I get reprimanded for something, no matter how small it is. I came pretty close to having a panic attack earlier tonight while thinking about some dog boarding paperwork I screwed up on today. I'll have to see how it pans out tomorrow... I have a way of automatically thinking up worse case scenarios for everything bad that happens to me, just because I've figured out that nothing ever happens the way I think it will. So, if I imagine nothing but bad things, only good things will happen... right? Bullshit, I know.
Aside from that, I have had a few kickass things happen to me recently. The one that stands out most in my mind is the Secret Chiefs 3 concert I went to a few days before I got bitten. I had a giddy half-written entry about it that I'd still like to post. Perhaps I'll do that tomorrow to counter the obnoxious self-pitying drivel that constitutes this entry.
Yes, cheery next entry, I promise!