It’s been a couple of odd days back to back.
Woke to one of my cats bleeding from her mouth. She has terrible teeth, always has, so I assumed she lost one overnight. Nevertheless, I contacted a new vet (we haven’t found one that we like in the city yet), and set up for an appointment. She was lethargic most of the day Tuesday and she’s been losing weight steadily for the last few years so I assumed there was something wrong with her thyroid. I assumed the vet’s results were going to be very bad. It was a later appointment, near the end of the veterinarian’s day, and, being so late it was already full dark by the time we arrived to the appointment.
Of course, COVID is our new reality, although what I didn’t fully grasp until we arrived was I would have to wait in the car while the vet tech came and got one of my companions for the last 14 years. As I’m sitting in the dark, alone in my cold car, I was struck by the fear that I wouldn’t be able to say goodbye, to apologize again for making her suffer through the ex with the dogs that used to terrorize her, for the entire ordeal that was Texas living or my stunning underestimation of exactly how many treats she decided she deserved. Anxiety immediately brought forth the memory of the last time I had to put an animal down, crying in a sterile vet exam room, carrying him out bawling my eyes out while a little girl, headed in with her mom and puppy, asking if she can see my kitty. Thank goodness her mom could take quickly take stock of the situation and usher her away because I was a mess. I was not keen to endure a redo of that situation.
It wasn’t very long before the incredible vets at City Paws Veterinary Clinic called me to let me know that Ginger was sweet and very sick, but they believed she was treatable. Great news for me. While she is still ticked off, at least she is still going to hang out with me, walk on my head in the middle of the night to try and subtly wake me up for a meal, and knock her water cup around in the bathroom soaking my toilet paper. Today I got to run to the local drug store, where they make the topical gel that is now Ginger’s new routine, at least for the next month. I’m extremely grateful for this development, because while there are definitely experts on getting a cat to take a pill, I am not one of them. Now I just get to cut up some gloves to wear one finger at a time to rub some gel on a cranky cat’s inner ear. Then we will reevaluate. Hope this will keep her healthy and help her put some weight on.
Meanwhile, I have an event for the program I graduated from tomorrow morning. They call it Demo Day and we will put our little website that could up to show what we were able to accomplish. One of my partners and I have been keeping up contact. I’m honestly not sure if any of the others from our class will even be showcasing as well. I know we won’t be the only ones there, but there will be other programs showing so I’m glad we will be at a table for the event, and not seeing what everyone else will be showing. After that slice of pressure, I will be off to work.
Spotify has this wonderful little generator where you can say that you like a song and it will make a playlist for you. Extremely handy, it allows you to revert back to your classics. The songs you can sing in your sleep no matter how much your partner may complain. As I’ve been choosing songs to like, I’ve discovered that several songs have become remastered. Artists have gone back in and tinkered with songs to fix issues, or to leave their original producers and make a better version.
The job hunt may be killing my soul, but I guess I’m trying to become a remastered version of the original. A little tinkering to the bass line and poof, I may be even better than the original!
Results vary…
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