Christmas = CHRISTINA!
You may notice that I am updating livejournal at 9am on a Saturday. Is this a trick of the eyes? No! Did I stay up all night? Sorta!
I was really worried about Opie and had decided that it would be vet time on Monday as soon as I could get an appointment. Germaine offered to put me on her credit card & let me pay her back when student loans come in (1st week of January). But she is a broke ho, and Monday would be a long wait since he has technically been sick for a week and hasn't been drinking or eating (voluntarily) for a coupla days. Shoving food morsels into his mouth one by one got old quick and probably wasn't achieving much anyway.
So last night, after witnessing my true spiritual and emotional duress, Christina suggested that I go to the vet's office where she works so she could help me out. She had to leave at 7am for work today... I dunno if it's just us, but we don't believe it's morning until there is actually LIGHT visible from the SUN, people. Anyway, I decided to get up early & follow her because a) I dunno where it is and I am so directionally challenged that I can't find my way out of a paper bag & b) I wanted to make sure I would be seen before they close at noon. She even wrote a check to cover me since I have no money, and even worse, I have no checks after that whole Bahamas fraud snafu. The office will hold her check till I get paid or my loans come through in a couple of weeks, so her poor ass won't even be charged. SHE IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON!!! And a problem solver!!
To illustrate the monetary state I am in, I admit that I cried steadily and alone in the vet's lobby because the woman at the front desk misunderstood me & led me to believe it would cost about $250. It was only $72 when we got done, though, including doctor fees, antibiotics (he probably just has some weird bug that he was able to fight off days ago, but not entirely so it came back), fluid injections (sure made me feel better!), and some good, wet kitty food to entice him, coz his dry food just ain't cuttin it.
Admittedly, he might have to go back on Monday if he's not any better, and that is a whole other can of worms, but I am hopeful for now. =) Please get better for me, my Opie-Doo! Poor thing is just glad to be home.
I slept, no, NAPPED for 3 hours last night after much carpentry and mind-altering festivities. Then I had wacky dreams about (guess what?) my friends & I getting to bed too late. So I am worn the F out, and the dirt nap approacheth at the speed of light. When I hit the bed, you will hear a sonic boom, mark my words. And I'm gonna sleep HARD, hard as a damn ROCK, or a stale piece of bread, or a big dick or something. Maybe hard like an undrainable tumor. Who knows? Only the future will tell!
Just wanted to update all you nice people who showed such concern and good friend-ery in my time of need. And also to worship THE GLORY THAT IS CHRISTINA!!! (She even gave me such good directions that I found my way home NO PROBLEM! WHAT A GENIUS!!)
Goodnight, my loves! I am off to dream about hot men massaging my heavenly purse. And then Colin coming and beating their asses in one karate chop (HAI-CHA!) and the mad fury of our passionate lovemaking (like a goddamn eagle falling out of the sky, muthafuckas)!! Goodnight!
I was really worried about Opie and had decided that it would be vet time on Monday as soon as I could get an appointment. Germaine offered to put me on her credit card & let me pay her back when student loans come in (1st week of January). But she is a broke ho, and Monday would be a long wait since he has technically been sick for a week and hasn't been drinking or eating (voluntarily) for a coupla days. Shoving food morsels into his mouth one by one got old quick and probably wasn't achieving much anyway.
So last night, after witnessing my true spiritual and emotional duress, Christina suggested that I go to the vet's office where she works so she could help me out. She had to leave at 7am for work today... I dunno if it's just us, but we don't believe it's morning until there is actually LIGHT visible from the SUN, people. Anyway, I decided to get up early & follow her because a) I dunno where it is and I am so directionally challenged that I can't find my way out of a paper bag & b) I wanted to make sure I would be seen before they close at noon. She even wrote a check to cover me since I have no money, and even worse, I have no checks after that whole Bahamas fraud snafu. The office will hold her check till I get paid or my loans come through in a couple of weeks, so her poor ass won't even be charged. SHE IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON!!! And a problem solver!!
To illustrate the monetary state I am in, I admit that I cried steadily and alone in the vet's lobby because the woman at the front desk misunderstood me & led me to believe it would cost about $250. It was only $72 when we got done, though, including doctor fees, antibiotics (he probably just has some weird bug that he was able to fight off days ago, but not entirely so it came back), fluid injections (sure made me feel better!), and some good, wet kitty food to entice him, coz his dry food just ain't cuttin it.
Admittedly, he might have to go back on Monday if he's not any better, and that is a whole other can of worms, but I am hopeful for now. =) Please get better for me, my Opie-Doo! Poor thing is just glad to be home.
I slept, no, NAPPED for 3 hours last night after much carpentry and mind-altering festivities. Then I had wacky dreams about (guess what?) my friends & I getting to bed too late. So I am worn the F out, and the dirt nap approacheth at the speed of light. When I hit the bed, you will hear a sonic boom, mark my words. And I'm gonna sleep HARD, hard as a damn ROCK, or a stale piece of bread, or a big dick or something. Maybe hard like an undrainable tumor. Who knows? Only the future will tell!
Just wanted to update all you nice people who showed such concern and good friend-ery in my time of need. And also to worship THE GLORY THAT IS CHRISTINA!!! (She even gave me such good directions that I found my way home NO PROBLEM! WHAT A GENIUS!!)
Goodnight, my loves! I am off to dream about hot men massaging my heavenly purse. And then Colin coming and beating their asses in one karate chop (HAI-CHA!) and the mad fury of our passionate lovemaking (like a goddamn eagle falling out of the sky, muthafuckas)!! Goodnight!