The last day or so I've been puzzled by Spike continually snuffing and staring at a point on the wall in the hallway. Yesterday I realised what that was about - that's where the kittens are, just the other side of the interior wall inside the wardrobe. (The wardrobe is built-in - a section of bedroom partitioned off with a sliding door, not a piece of furniture). My sweet obsessive boy! The dogs have been allowed into the bedroom during litter changes and feeding and they've seen the kittens from a distance, but I have a barrier of boxes (full of stuff) around the wardrobe door so they haven't been close to the wardrobe. Cassie makes it clear she doesn't want them inside that barrier, so they're only in the room when I'm there to stop them jumping it.
Mum phoned me this morning, sounding very weak and sorry for herself. She's still unable to keep anything down, and her nose feeding tube (she says it's like she's a horse with a nosebag) came out in the night. They're putting her on a drip again and she was waiting to be taken down to X-Ray when I phoned - it seems she may not be there when I visit.
Sister T still hasn't gone into labour and is highly fed up.
I really need to get some cleaning done here. I've been so tired the past two weeks that the flat's slipped to an unprecedented degree of disgustingness. It's so bad that I'm putting off calling the Council about the dribbling tap because I don't want anyone to see the place when it's this revolting. That's classic Mum behaviour right there and it needs to stop. Except I have to go out the door in a minute to go to the hospital and when am I going to do it? Arghh! I also forgot to turn the oven off after heating a half-pizza last night. KITTENS ATE MY BRAIN.
In the meantime, I've defused the tap's water torture effect by keeping either the coffee pot or one of the dogs' water bowls under the drip at all times - it stops the nerve-shredding noise and that way at least the water doesn't all get wasted. The weather is much more bearable as well - we didn't get the storm here but there was some rain, and it's cool and grey and soothing again today. Small victories!
Mum phoned me this morning, sounding very weak and sorry for herself. She's still unable to keep anything down, and her nose feeding tube (she says it's like she's a horse with a nosebag) came out in the night. They're putting her on a drip again and she was waiting to be taken down to X-Ray when I phoned - it seems she may not be there when I visit.
Sister T still hasn't gone into labour and is highly fed up.
I really need to get some cleaning done here. I've been so tired the past two weeks that the flat's slipped to an unprecedented degree of disgustingness. It's so bad that I'm putting off calling the Council about the dribbling tap because I don't want anyone to see the place when it's this revolting. That's classic Mum behaviour right there and it needs to stop. Except I have to go out the door in a minute to go to the hospital and when am I going to do it? Arghh! I also forgot to turn the oven off after heating a half-pizza last night. KITTENS ATE MY BRAIN.
In the meantime, I've defused the tap's water torture effect by keeping either the coffee pot or one of the dogs' water bowls under the drip at all times - it stops the nerve-shredding noise and that way at least the water doesn't all get wasted. The weather is much more bearable as well - we didn't get the storm here but there was some rain, and it's cool and grey and soothing again today. Small victories!
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I freak out when the cats spend a lot of time sniffing one spot. I start imagining there are insects there, or maybe one of them had some kind of accident or whatnot. did I mention I'm a big OCD freak?
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I have obsessive tendencies myself but they're balanced nicely by my ADD tendencies. The end result is lots of short intense obsessions in quick succession.
hey, it works for me!
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that's hilarious! I know it cannot be comfy in the long run, but seeing how I can definitely relate, I'm allowing myself to have a laugh at our pathetic-ness here. :P
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Plus, y'know, I'm old. I'll be forty in three months or so. I've lived in this brain long enough now to know the most effective way of operating it.
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I'm getting up there too. :)
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Really though, just try to do one thing each day and the flat will shape up.
I'm keeping your mom in my prayers.
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Yes, I will. I may be crap at grown-up stuff but I am tougher than rawhide and adaptable as a virus, and if there's one thing I know all about it's survival.
And I just phoned Mum and I'm staying home today since it's a bit pointless to go when she's not there because she's being X-rayed. I'll go tomorrow and I'll vacuum today. There's enough hair on the floor to knit two more dogs.
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...damn, nope, I guess it's not that.
ah well. This makes it much easier not to forget to refill dog water bowls, because there's permanently one in the sink being filled with fresh water. The drip fills the bowl (and they're big plastic salad bowls) in about an hour so I'm just swapping them over whenever I go in the kitchen. Almost as good as having automatic water drop systems!
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two or three people on my f-list have been having teeth issues lately, and that makes me feel the same way about my dentures. Obviously I'd rather have natural perfect teeth, but they work as well as my real teeth ever did and I will never, ever, ever have to be drilled or have toothache again - that does make me happy!
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Unfortunately it's been unbelievably humid since. I keep having to change clothing.
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does this mean i won't be needing my piles upon piles of fluffy winter clothing?
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I'd bring one or two sweatery things just in case.
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around 60 or so sounds like a great temp; if i get hotter, i tend to get sick.
oh, speaking of sick... is there anything more fun than sitting in the car for an hour with a sick dog, because the vet staff won't let you in the clinic?