7 posts tagged “maybel”

I think that I may in fact be the most self-absorbed person in the world, and in spite of feeling kind of guilty about it, I can't seem to help myself.  I just want to wallow in my own self-pity and have an audience surround me, enthralled by the various trials of my life.

I fell off the Weight Watchers wagon.  I gained 6 lbs.  I feel like a fat, disgusting excuse for a human being, even in the pretty new bra and underwear that I bought myself yesterday in an attempt to feel less fat and disgusting.

I alternately miss and hate my parents.

I have a wonderful vocabulary and a good sense of humor.  I have a sincere laugh.  I slide into friendships easily.  I am loyal.  I am well-read in a variety of subjects.  I love Faulkner and Hesse.  I like philosophy.  I am extremely intelligent.

I am also horribly depressed.  I use people and then throw them away because I need to get rid of them before they get rid of me.  I am burdensome.  I get angry at inappropriate times and often refuse to say that I'm sorry, even when I know I'm wrong.  I can't seem to do anything with my life.  I have dropped out of college twice.

I blame a lot of things on my condition.  Sometimes I'm afraid that it's not a disorder, and that everything bad is my real personality and all the good things are a complete fake.

I don't think anybody but my pets will ever truly love me and forgive me for all the bad things.

Xiao Wen came home.  Earlier today I took a nap with Wendy and Paxil.  I take joy in the fact that Maybel tolerates other people but genuinely likes me.

Maybel and I have been together for 8 years.  My relationship with her is the best relationship I have ever had, period.

Steve said that we should move to his place when my house gets foreclosed.  Maybe he's just humoring me, but I suspect I might end up doing it anyway.  I think I like him more than he likes me.

I want to be one of those people who decorates their home... and it's actually cute.  My stuff has lots of cute potential, but it's not organized very well, it's junky, and plus to make it worse I'm a bit of a slob.  Maybe with my next relocation I'll be able to trim a lot of the non-cute or non-me stuff.  When people come to my house (which admittedly is only a few times a year) I want them to think wow, Adrienne is so artsy and bohemian, just LOOK at all those neat toys and doodads and rat items!  If only we could be so original and witty like her.

Okay I don't really feel that way about the last bit, but I would like to have a neat-o place.  My things can be cute if I just work on it, but I don't want to put forth the effort.

Step 1 might be to find a place with no tile in the living room.  In theory it's easy to sweep and maintain... but when you track stuff onto tile, you've basically just set it free to travel your whole home.  When your cats shed on tile, they produce mini-cats made out of hair, who then proceed to wander around on their own and reproduce.  I have an infestation of these cats.  I can't seem to get rid of them, because who really has time to move all of their furniture every day to eradicate them?  And if you miss a day, it's like you never did anything at all.

I love my cats Very Very Much, have I mentioned that?  When I woke up this morning, every member of my household was in bed with me!  Steve was taking up half the bed, then the 4 cats and I shared the other half.  As soon as they saw me stir and realized this was an opportunity for food, they all began acting up to get attention (the cats, not Steve).  You can see their little faces so earnestly shouting get-up-get-up-get-up.. omg mom we're gonna starve to death... look how cute we are... look how hungry we are... look I can barely stand on my own because I'm soooo weak (it's certainly not from that extra layer of blubber all my cats quickly acquire)...

Oh well, they're worth it.  After I fed the cats I gave the hamsters some grapes (when are these things moving out, I wonder).

I can't seem to bring this post to a logical close.  How about, I need to leave for work in 30 minutes and I'm unshowered and undressed?  That's pretty good.

I'm eating some this morning for breakfast.  Been doing that a lot lately, and often for lunch too.  Good thing it was buy one get one free this week!

Steve's really depressed again... last night I went and got Panera as kind of a treat since I'm too broke to eat out much.  I'm not sure if it made him feel any better or not, but at least I really enjoyed my sandwich.

Nelina has a court date on Monday and thank god I found somebody to cover for me at work.  Pretty sure I'm taking the whole day off, although I promised the tech who is coming in that I'd call when we were done to see if she wanted to skate out or not.

Xiao Wen is being the biggest brat ever, he's started to put his feet in his water fountain (yes, they have their own fountain) and throw water on the floor.  Grrrrrrrr.  It just occured to me that I haven't mentioned Maybel, Paxil, or Wendy lately.  They're all doing well and haven't done anything irritating enough to merit a write-up here.

I think I'm keeping it together pretty well, all things considered.  My nightmare from yesterday turned out to not be true, and hopefully I won't have any more of them for at least a little while.

Took Maybel in to have her bloodwork rechecked today... it was wonderful!  BUN of 35, creatinine of 1.2, and her red blood cell count has increased since her last check (3 months ago).

I'm such a happy mom!!!

Thank you very much to everyone who sent Maybel happy thoughts and wishes of wellness. :-)  I've been a little negligent in the update, but she is doing MUCH much better!  Huzzah!

When Maybel originally went into the hospital, it was due to an impacted hairball.  Basically, she's got a big nasty wad of cat fur filling up most of her stomach.  After a few days of kitty laxatives (given in the hospital), it hadn't broken up so Kenny and I headed up to the animal hospital to sign a surgery consent form.  The pre-surgery bloodwork revealed that Maybel is in renal failure... something that I had completely not expected at all.  Maybel's sheer size made us wary of heart disease, diabetes, arthritis... but I hadn't anticipated any kidney problems.  Her entire course of therapy immediately changed, since surgery was no longer an option and her kidneys became the primary problem.

After an eternity in the hospital (in this case eternity = 6 days), Maybel got to come home and we started her on subcutaneous fluids every third day.  She looked awful when we first got her back, she hadn't really been eating and was very weak and disoriented.  Since then, however, she's perked right up and is back to her grumpy and neurotic self.  Yay!  Looking back, we can see that she -had- slowed down a little bit, but it came upon so gradually that we'd chalked it up to old age.  Now that she's on the regular fluids, she acts much younger, and is quite happy to play with us or attack any of her siblings that cross her path.  THIS is the Maybel we know and love, and I'm so happy that she's doing well. :-)

On a completely separate vein... Kenny and I are sick.  We've got a horrid combination of strep throat, sinus infection, and monkeypox (maybe not monkeypox).  Currently we're living on amoxicillin, generic Robitussin, and (for me) antihistamine eyedrops.  This really sucks.

The Robitussin in particular has turned us quite creative and philosophical.  Today we decided that in an effort to mask the horrible, gag-inducing taste of this awful liquid, it should be sold in alternate forms.  Once we're better, we are going to rush out and get patents for 'Vodkatussin,' 'Rumatussin,' and 'Tequilatussin.'  They will be sold in individual shots, with the presumption being that the awful taste of straight liquor will somewhat mask the flavor of the medicine.  Maybe it'll even help you sleep.

Driving home from Jean-Paul's tonight, we began to debate just what flavor IS Robitussin.  I'm pretty sure it says "cherry" on the bottle, but if that's so then it is the most poorly done cherry flavor EVER.  We surmise that it says cherry merely because "nasty" is not a flavor most people will recognize or want to purchase.  Kenny observed that if there WAS a Robitussin-flavored fruit, it would go to prove that God does not exist.  I just figure it would make the worst pie of all time.

Also, here's some free advice.  If you are ever in a situation where both you and another person need a dose of Robitussin, make sure you go first.  Something about watching someone else try to keep from vomiting at the taste makes it all the more difficult to get your own dose down when they are done.  If they insist on preceding you, at least make them turn the other way.  Or go in another room.  Or get their own damn bottle and leave you out of it.

Seriously, it's awful.

Maybel is in the hospital, please send her happy thoughts. :-(

I think my poor Maybel-cat is getting sick. :-(  Her ears feel unusually warm, and she's mopey... some might say that it's hard to tell when she's moping and not just her usual lethargic self, but trust me.  I'm her mom.  I know these things.  I guess I'll just keep an eye on her for now, but if she's not turned around by Saturday this will necessitate a vet visit... the last time she had a fever, she also had a bad UTI, so I fret.

Crime around the apartment complex has been getting worse, which is maybe a sign that Kenny and I should get our asses in gear and pack.  The one box that I've managed to seal up just sits in the living room and laughs at me...  we had a note on our door from the police, basically doing a survey to see if anyone had seen the burglary that took place the other day at the townhouse 2 doors away from us.  2 doors is not that far!

Work on Wednesday was actually slow enough that I had a chance to start reading a new Amy Tan book, Saving Fish From Drowning, and thus far I really enjoy it.  Maybe the shifts at the slow store won't be so bad, there's always plenty of reading for me to catch up on, and no one seems to mind if I'm reading as long as all my work is done.

I'll be sneaking a peek at my weight tomorrow while I'm working... I put the scale in the pharmacy, so that at max I can only weigh twice a week.  If it was at home I'd be hopping on and off it all day long, and that might be detrimental to the whole weight loss thing.

I'm just rambling with this... good night...