July 24, 2011
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Hello from Sunny San Diego, where today it rained. For like 5 minutes. Luckily I wasn’t having a parade! LOL, no. Just a day at the beach with my Hungarian Man. We wanted to something different, away from the constant company of friends and booze. So we went to the beach with a make-shift picnic lunch and some bottled water. We ate at a table amongst all of the tourists at Mission Beach and then went on a long hike/walk around the paths throughout the park. It was nice. We actually chatted the entire time about a lot of things. It’s can be awkward, that first actually *alone together* date. We did just fine. *grin*
In other news, the weekend was again a blast. I think my new job will have to offer weekends off. They are my favorite times!! Thursday was our early weekend kick off hanging with @lazSD and his roomies as well as some lingering out-of-towners from pride. I may or may not have drank too much and was home early (thanks to @lazSD). Friday was a much needed night in. My cat has been under the weather with her missing meow and meds. She needed love. I also rented two movies to burn through these free movie coupons from my cable provider Time Warner. So then Saturday I went with @lazSD to take his cat Tigger to the doctor. He has been peeing out of the box, which can be a sign of a UTI. We’ll know Monday. After that we lunched with his roomies (a really great couple) as well as out-of-towners and another couple we are friends with. (Those last guys are online and review places and food on a blog. I’ll have to see if I can link to them…)
Anyway, the unemployed (me) and the frugal (@lazSD) were outvoted and we ended up the the exclusive Martini’s Above Fourth for the rest of the evening. Cheap drinks in a fancy gourmet martini bar? No fun. But we did it. The company was good and we had the whole patio to ourselves. Yay. (There was a drag queen performing inside. If you follow me on Instagram you may have seen her in her ComicCon finery…)
And today is where I started. You are all caught up! Have a fantabulous Monday!
December 26, 2009
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Whoa. I cannot believe another Christmas is past. Amazing. The year flew by, didn’t it? This has got to be the best holiday season since we moved to San Diego. First of all, my new Store Manager let us managers have our 2 days off per week! Usually we got only one. Of course we worked every weekend, but our days off we together when possible. So for the first 3 weeks I was off Monday and Tuesday! Soooo nice. It was like a weekend off. So for the entire month I didn’t get that overwhelming exhaustion. Sure I got tired. I am tired. It is a crazy time! But I am not *exhausted*. There’s a difference.
Christmas eve was a failure. We didn’t really plan for ourselves and the house wasn’t stocked, cleaned, or ready for us to have a “relaxing holiday”. It was chaotic and annoying. All things that could go wrong did, right down to the cat knocking my dinner onto the floor. We did watch Julie & Julia though. And that was a good movie, so I guess that’s the silver lining. Christmas itself was a total win. We slept in late, “irished up” our coffee, did some chores around the house, and then got dressed and headed out the door. Our neighbors happened to be outside about to ring our bell to drop off cookies!! Awesome having friendly-normal neighbors! After a brief chat we parted ways. We were off to C Level (my idea!) for a relaxing cocktail and amazing views. It was such a clear beautiful day, and the folks working there all in festive moods. It was nice. After that we were off to Sheila’s for a bacon feast! She had a turkey-ham thing, twice baked potatos (with bacon, bacon cream dip, bacon wrapped chick and dates, and more… Not to mention the amazing Dessert Table. After we all had eaten our fill the 8 of us there headed into the living room to play games. I am not sure what the first one was, but we also played Taboo. I love Taboo. It is always a laugh riot! We topped off the holiday with a trip out to the Gayborhood to meet up with some of our favorite local tweets on Twitter. So much fun! I even went to a bar named after a body part. Which was a big deal for me. It was a place that always made me say “ew”. Well, now I’ve been, and I didn’t die. It was a good time actually!
Anyhoo, that’s my holday. Now time to get ready to go back to work. One more week of crazy to go!
June 25, 2009
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what's up?
Things have been busy here at the dp.com household. What with Father’s Day keeping me at work more and all. It doesn’t look like it’s slowing down much either, as Back to School is just ahead. *sigh* The thing aboot being home less is when you are there, there is a lot to do. But it’s fun. The yard is in bloom, my kitten is becoming a cat (that “helps” with chores), and when I do groceries I travel with the top down! My household stuff rocks!
work is good too. It’s not exactly smooth, but I am employed and the job is stable. In fact, I am being challenged by the new leadership. I kinda like that. It has renewed my motivation and junk. Just like They say it does! Who knew?
What else is going on that’s exciting? Hmm….
3GS Baby! 16 GB, Black, and hopefully in my hands by the 26th… *sigh*
March 03, 2009
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pretty pets
Have you seen my cat lately? Probably not, as my 365 has turned into more of a *whenever I feel like it* project. Well, whatever. She has gotten big. Not big as in regular-cat big, but for her she’s enormous! And I am a proud parent. Today we had Derek (the window repair man) and his assistant over to re-repair the bedroom window. As they were trekking up the stairs I warned them about the new overly-friendly kitten that may be under foot. She chose that moment to appear out of nowhere. She was standing tall with her neck fully extended (she’s like ET with that neck of hers). Her bright blue eyes glinted in the afternoon sun coming in. When the burly repair men saw her they both did an “Ooooh!” and tried to pet her.. Aw! Sadly they must have not smelled as good as the Cable Guy that was here 2 weeks ago that she was literally ALL OVER, as she would have nothing to do with them.
Either way, I was inspired to take her photo later today when she was being especially cute, albeit less striking than she was with the men:
January 25, 2009
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pretty pets
Versace drank water. Like plain, right out of the water bowl, water! AND had kibble. Not a lot, but she ate it on her own!
Also, she’s been on the counter. I couldn’t be happier!! My baby is feeling better! Really actually better. *sigh* All this within the last hour too. Weird how sudden it is. Hrm. I just hope it lasts!
I am a proud papa tonight. I just hope she doesn’t injure herself with all of these shenanigans. I had forgotten exactly how “death defying” her “normal” really is… Good gawd. Hang on… VERSACE!! Get down!!
Gotta run.
January 22, 2009
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thoughts i had
My cat isn’t dead! In fact I would cautiously venture to say… she’s getting better. But I can’t get too much hope going. She’s been better and worse and better and even more worse for days. But I am still *cautiously optimistic*. I have decided, groggy or not, it wouldn’t be right to groom her in any way while in this state. That is definitely OCD self control. There is some ear trimming one does on a purebred Siamese.. But I refrain. I do!
All kidding aside, I do hope we are finally healing. I have been sick with worry. This cat is my very first actual pet that has been all my own. Not the family dog. Not the Pre-Existing Cats I moved into with my Richard. I chose her. Or more actually, she chose me. I just chose the breed. The rest was magic. I feel totally responsible. Her surgery hurt me.
And on that note, since I brought it up… What the hell with the Spay-Neuter campaign? I get, *no*, I TOTALLY GET the importance of both procedures. However, they are recommended and tossed about like candy. Like it’s totally natural for your pet. Common even. In most cases it may be all those things! In our case it was not. It was a very real, very major surgery. It had very real and serious complications. I just imagine how it would be handled if it were a woman, instead of my cat. She was sent home with me the same day. Like it was nothing. I didn’t know. I thought it was “nothing” too. Although I had done a bit of online research, I went with the flow. I selfishly wanted my kitten back home. Now that I have been through it, I find it amazingly cruel to send an animal home with untrained, unprepared regular folk to handle the POST MAJOR SURGERY CARE. All I got was a useless e-collar (the lampshade that my cat could both reach around and remove at will) and a painkiller that was hard to administer. No antibiotics, which as it turns out are the magic cure for rejecting sutures. I had little idea of what to expect, and the online info combined with the “discharge instructions” were absolutely useless. It is my belief that an overnight stay would have saved her all this undue suffering. The veterinary hospital has much better “kind confinement” than I can provide at home to speed healing the first day. My cat did some amazing body slams and contortions because she wanted out of the suggested “isolation in one room” as well as repeatedly removing the e-collar (and that took BODY FLIPS people, all with a fresh incision) The symptoms of my cats complications would have probably been noticed had she been overnight. Or had we been given antibiotics to start right away. But the surgery is so common. So many cats have no issues that the rules are based on the majority. So here I am, exhausted from fear and guilt, and 300 dollars poorer (not counting the cost of the spay) for something I feel could have been totally avoidable.
Dude. Learn from me and ask questions. Make sure you and your pet never has to endure what we did due to lack of knowledge. Had I known what to ask for and insist on, we would have had none of this pain and heartache.
January 21, 2009
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pretty pets
I am not neglecting you. In fact I have lots to talk about. My lesbian aunt, for one. Of course I have much to say regarding veterinary medicine and female cats as well. That topic enrages me… I cannot wait to let it all out. (I will flag those entries, in case you are sick of my cat-blogging).
In the meantime, my little kitten Versace is having an awful time post-spay. She has been to emergency care twice since the operation. At this point we should be almost done with the healing process. Versace has only started healing, and the situation is still very “iffy”. My energy and focus are with her now. I chose to put her through this. I need to be with her until the outcome. If I hadn’t elected to spay, hadn’t insisted on buying HER, had just kept quiet, none of this would be happening to her. I have cried every day since the operation. The guilt of it is killing me.
Right now I am regretting the whole thing. If you are the praying sort, please include her. Or send some healing mojo. Or a wish. We need all the help we can get. I don’t want her to suffer more. I don’t want to lose her.
January 20, 2009
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My cat was almost back like she was on Sunday when I took her to the Emergency Hospital last night when I got home. I couldn’t believe it. Richard had been with her all day! Apparently she had been acting normal until an hour before I got home. Frantic, I canceled our dinner plans. I needed to keep an eye on her. She got worse within the next hour. I was about to take her back to the ER, when her regular Doctor called to check on her. After talking with her we thought forcing water down her throat to keep her hydrated would be fine till morning. Then I was going to drop her off at the vet, and skip the expensive ER. So we gave her about 2 ounces of water, and let her sleep a bit. She woke up around 9 and was obviously feeling better. She ate and drank on her own, her fur looked normal, and she was alert again. Relieved, we all got on the couch and watched TV before bed. This morning she seemed fine too. She drank water as soon as she was up and about. She ate breakfast. I called the vet and let them know I was going to watch her at home, and not drop her off since she still seemed okay.
Later in the afternoon I became concerned. I hadn’t seen her drink anything. I tried to give her water, but she turned away. So I tried her moist food. She went for that, so I mixed it with more water and hand fed her. After a few more hours she still hadn’t drank on her own and was starting to look gaunt again. Dehydrated again. I gave her more canned food with water and called the vet again. She said we should bring her in. We just dropped her off. I hope to hear something by 5:15. That’s when they said I should return. I just hope she’s okay. I thought this “spaying” was a Routine Procedure. I thought there were rarely complications. I thought most cats were feeling normal after 24 - 48 hours. It’s been nearly 5 days. The ER vet thought she was fine. My cat isn’t acting fine. Is she in pain, tear a stitch, or just a drama queen? Hopefully I’ll know in an hour.
I am so afraid I am going to lose her. For something I elected to have done. I cannot explain the guilt and remorse I already feel. If this gets worse… I am going to be a mess.
January 18, 2009
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what's up?
Well, I just returned from the Emergency Pet Hospital.
After a day and a half of feeling fine and being far too active Versace was feeling the effects of her spaying this morning. She didn’t want to get out of bed, and when she did she was moving slow. I noticed right away that she was shivering. I figured she was cold so I popped on the heat and went about my morning routine. I started by putting down cat food. Coco of course came running. Versace did not. Odd, but I had figured she was finally feeling all the jumping around she had been doing. I felt bad so made her food a special treat by mixing in some cottage cheese (loves it, and good for her coat… they say). I even brought it up to her. She didn’t want it. She wasn’t even interested. Worried, I went and got the other treats she really *REALLY* likes. She sniffed at it a bit but only ate it after I tore it up small. Scared, but still thinking she was hurting I gave her the pain medication. She slept for a bit, but was clearly feeling and looking worse when she woke up. That’s when we went to the Emergency Room.
I hadn’t been there since Chanel died, and panic really hit when I dove into the driveway. By the time I walked in the door I was feeling waves of emotion combined with my worry over Versace. They took her to the back right away. I had to fill out forms. Then I was sent to the waiting area. After what felt like forever a young man came out with my Portable Pet Home that we use as a carrier. It was empty. I think my heart stopped, but he quickly explained that Versace was with the doctor, and someone would take me back shortly. They really shouldn’t come out with empty pet carriers. It’s just cruel. After another eternity I was finally led to the exam room. No it wasn’t exam room 3, luckily. Still, as soon as I got inside it was all too much. It looked the same. Smelled the same. In my mind I could see Richard bent over the exam table with Chanel. I lost it. I cried. I cried for Richard’s loss, for Chanel, and out of fear for my new little Versace. I hadn’t pulled it together by the time the doctor came in. I think I startled her. She had to think I was crazy. So I explained my last visit to that particular hospital. Which got me teary again. She assured me that Versace was fine, and not going to die. Once I had relaxed a bit she explained what she thought was going on and we talked about how it happened.
She thinks my cat is in extreme pain from the surgery, and her activity since. She doesn’t think Versacec was shivering from cold, but fear and pain. After talking we established that I was administering the medicine incorrectly and she wasn’t getting enough. It wore off. Once in so much pain she stopped eating and drinking, and got dehydrated too. I feel awful about that, but I am relieved that my kitten is okay. If the doctor was right my baby should be feeling better and continue healing just fine. She thought that the incision looked clean and good. Nothing was torn open, the swelling there was normal. All of that looked fine. They helped administer the medicine correctly and we went home.
Since then Versace looks better, still sleepy and not moving, but responsive. She also ate a kibble. Yay!
January 17, 2009
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