Me, in my ragged company

[lizblackdog]

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!

Comments

[chose.livejournal.com]

*spews coffee all over the monitor*
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

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

That's the only way to deal with mental shit - laugh at it, use it to make others laugh and force it to work in your favour. It guts it and makes it lose its power, like Riddikulus on a Boggart.

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.

[chose.livejournal.com]

forty is not old! DAMMIT!
I'm getting up there too. :)

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

It's fairly old set against the rest of LiveJournal. It doesn't feel old from where I'm sitting, but it does feel like having been around long enough to get a feel for how to deal with shit. I like that. It's a good age to be.

[chose.livejournal.com]

I think so too. and POOHPOOH to the rest of livejournal. those youngins. :P