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a temper tantrum.
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grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the
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myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't, it
doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about
it.
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Saturday, February 24, 2007
Distorted Hearing Ok, this is officially driving me crazy. At some random point yesterday afternoon, my ears went wonky. And unfortunately, they are still that way after a night's sleep.
Everything sounds like when you talk into a fan. Know how you'd do that when you were a kid? And laugh at the metallic distortion it turned your voice into? Yeah, that. Only it's not anywhere near as fun when you can't stop doing it. My own voice, the tv, anyone speaking - it all has that same vibrational/metallic distortion. And it's so absolutely annoying I don't know what to do. I find myself turning off every source of sound just to stop listening to it. And it's making it hard for me to understand people. If I'm not turned directly towards them, the distortion is making it all muffled and then I can't easily understand what they're saying.
This is really horrible!! I've never had anything like this happen to me before. I've always had shitty inner ears since I had chronic infections as a child but never this kind of situation. (They get water stuck in them every single time I shower for example.) I don't know what to do. I assume the normal first step would be to try some peroxide or similar to see if there's a blockage of wax but with my ears, if I put something in them to clean them out, it literally won't come out. The last time I tried, I ended up in the doctor who flushed them out with a syringe because it was stuck for like two days and miserable. So I'm hesitant to try to clean them out myself since I don't want to make it worse.
I've tried swallowing, tried to "pop" my ears (which sadly never works for me), tried dry cleaning them with a Q-tip and I even took a Claritin yesterday thinking an antihistamine might help declog them. No such luck. I just don't know what to do and I can't keep indefinitely dealing with this distortion. It makes me want to claw at my ears and I swear it makes me feel crazy. My ears don't hurt, but the irritation mentally is absolutely intolerable!!!
Playing Catch-Up (We Caught a Flick; Gracie Caught a UTI) I find myself playing catch-up again which means I'll most likely be more brief and recappy on the subjects rather then dedicating an entry to both seperately.
First off, last night, we had free preview screening tickets to see The Number 23. So our friend Rand came by after he got off work and we headed right out to the theater since it was a 7pm showing and I didn't know how many people were going to attend. Since it was a first-come/first-seated type situation and since I'm pretty specific on where I can sit for movies (not where I like to sit, but where I can sit because sitting too low or too high is too painful for my neck to handle) I wanted to make sure we had the best chance. We got there a little after 6pm and there were only about a dozen people in front of us. Waited a few minutes and they let us in.
Many were they strict about the screening though!! They were searching bags, made everyone completely turn off their cell phones and kept viewing the audience through night vision goggles throughout the show. Guess they didn't want any risk of people recording it or something.
Anyway, the movie was good. I quite liked it. Jim Carey did a good job. It wasn't scary, but it had a little bit of creepy to it and definitely some mystery/suspense/questioning as it went along. You wanted to know how it all came together. Anyway, I definitely recommend it. Thought it was well worth seeing and I'm excited I got in on the free preview of it.
Then we came home. And noticed Gracie kept going into the litter box. Every few minutes. So I watched her and sure enough, she was straining to pee for upwards of a couple minutes before coming out unsuccessful, cleaning herself and doing it all over again not long after. That's a clear sign of a urinary tract infection. (i.e. "UTI") Which, having experienced myself, I know is a painful process of constantly feeling like you need to pee, it hurting when you do, but only being able to go a few drops at a time. It's relentless. And it requires antibiotics.
This morning I got up early and spent over an hour calling around to vets trying to get an appointment. She doesn't have a primary vet since my last vet was actually Kush-ka's vet and his office is about 45 minutes north of me. I just wanted to get her in somewhere and get her some medicine to start getting better. (Sadly, there are OTC short-term pain management options for humans, but not so much for kitties.) I finally managed to get an appointment somewhere and my mom came to help me get her in there at 11:15am.
The doctor wasn't bad per se, but I definitely wouldn't go back. It felt more like going to a walk-in clinic then a doctor's office. You know, quick, cursory exam, medication, out you go. Not really interested in the long-term or anything, just treating what you're there for. Which is fine I guess but it was a little off-putting. She was a trooper though. She's normally really terrible about the vet because she's literally scared for her life; absolutely terrified. But she did well, no wild thrashing and no accidental attack like last time. (*cough, that would have been MY arm that got malled cough*.) They gave her some antibiotics via shot to get her started and a one pill a day supply for ten days (starting tomorrow).
Poor girl though. I think she was perkier and feeling better this morning than she is now. Seems like in the last couple hours, she's back in the litter box excessively and MUCH more so than she was earlier today. So of course, I'm worried about her. She's hungry though and totally ate her food which is a good sign. (Cats in pain don't eat.) Still though, it seems strange that she's back in the box more again.
The vet said that I should give it 48 hours. If it doesn't get better or if she gets worse, she'll need X-rays and blood work because it might be stones. The thing is, not only did he not run a urinalysis which seems like the easiest way to figure this out but he didn't even take her temperature which would give an indication if it was a fever. (Infection = fever. In people or critters.) So...again, back to that walk-in clinic analogy.
*sighs*
So, I had a great night out last night until I got home and now I've been worried about poor Gracie girl. Warm thoughts for her and for her to feel better soon are greatly appreciated.
Test Post Because it made me switch over to the new out-of-beta version of blogger today, I wanted to post a tester just to make sure it still works. I didn't actually want to change anything but I didn't exactly have a choice.
Love's Birthday Weekend Recap Friday Dinner went great! I was so happy. I was so stressed that day, wanting to make sure everything was right and good and everyone had a nice time, etc. I was worried about how it'd come out making a full lasagna plus a small, meatless one for my mom. Would I compensate correctly for the extra ingredient requirements? Would it taste ok? How should I adjust the cook time? But, I'm happy to say, I estimated perfectly. I had just enough meat sauce for the full one and just enough meatless sauce for my mom's. Plus, enough cheese and noodles. It worked out pretty much exact. Everything cooked nicely and everyone loved the meal. (I must admit, I'm damned proud of my lasagna skills. I may not use a complex recipe, but everyone tends to really enjoy it.) And, after over eight years, my mom and Love's parents finally got to meet. Just one of those things where it never happened yet. We'd see one or the other, but never at the same time. So they got along nicely and a great meal was had by all. Love was really happy that I did that for him. Said no one ever has done that before. Sure, we've taken him out and such, but not the whole quasi-surprise dinner with everyone in attendance.
What's funny is I realized what the cause of the stress was after the fact. It dawned on me that no matter how progressive or modern you are, there's something deeply rooted about the need to provide a good meal to family; to be able to be a successful hostess. It's all tied up somehow with your value as a woman. Not your entire value, but definitely a component of it. I'm not a barefoot-and-pregnant mindset kinda woman, and yet....somewhere at the core, you still realize there's something intrinsically important about being able to pull off a meal like this successfully. It really gave me quite a warm, fuzzy kind of pride to see everyone have a nice time and know that I managed to make it all mesh and look flawless and easy.
Saturday Love's birthday weekend continued as we decided to go to the Magic Kingdom at WDW. Our friend Rand had me call around on Thursday and see if there were any open dinning reservations for the day. He wanted to take us out in thanks for watching his kitties (and feeding his mom's too) anyway, so it seemed like a perfect tie-in for the day. I got reservations at a place called, "The Crystal Palace" which is a "buffet with character." Meaning, Winnie the Pooh and Friends make the rounds inside the restaurant and you can get autographs and your picture taken and such with all of them. It's an all-you-can-eat buffet and I booked it (a) it seemed fun (b) like something all three of us would enjoy food-wise and (c) because getting any reservation two days out is near impossible. I was lucky to get it. I was a little worried since of course, the character meals tend to be more kid and family oriented, but I though, heck, it's Disney afterall. The whole place is more kid/family oriented!
They had Mickey-ear confetti and a curly streamer on the table for Love when we were seated. And despite my fears, it wasn't anywhere near as loud or crazy as I thought it could be. In fact, it was no different than any other dinning location in terms of noise and kids at the park. We mowed through a ton of food and dessert and man, it was all nummy. Good time. Love was totally surprised. He had no idea we put in the reservation. Tigger even came by special and they brought a cupcake with candle and sang, "Happy Birthday" to him. Gave him a card too with all the characters signatures within. Too cute. So we got our pics taken with Pooh, Tigger, Eeyore, and Piglet. I'm not typing this up at home, so I'll post them later.)
After lunch, we wandered around in an unbelievably overcrowded Magic Kingdom and called it a night around 10:30pm or so. It was pretty cold all day. We had an unprecedented 3-4 days of really cold weather. (A normal cold front is here and gone in a day typically.) May not be cold to some of you, but walking around Disney in 40-something degree weather is cold for me!
Sunday was Love's actual birthday. We had to run some errands though since we didn't get them down Saturday. Kitties need food for example, birthday or no birthday! :) Still though, it was a simple day, and we had some leftover lasagna for dinner and some leftover birthday cake.
Today, Monday I'm over at Rand's house waiting on UPS. See, Rand and I went in together on a gift for Love and due to the shitty weather up north, the delivery was delayed. It was supposed to arrive Friday. But now, it's set to arrive today. Rand of course is at work, so there's no one here to sign for the package. And Love's getting damned antsy about getting it. Heh. (He keeps asking if he can at least know what it is and I keep telling him no. He's worse than a little kid.) Hopefully it'll arrive soon since I've got to leave here to pick Rand up at work at 5pm. Sucks waiting and not knowing when something is going to arrive. And I don't want to listen to more of Love grump that it's not here yet!
Alright, I've got to close this up. His keyboard takes a lot more force to type and it's absolutely killing my fingers. They've been really badly sore the last few days due to the cold anyway (I have arthritis in my left hand and wrist) and this is getting beyond painful. Besides, the couch is more comfy and all I want to do today is doze. Damned stomach's been agony the last few days and kept me up much of the night and into the morning today.
Still, nice weekend overall and Love had a good time, so that's what counts. I'll try to get some photos up tonight or tomorrow. Ta for now.
Oh man. Went to login to blogger just now and it's forcing me to switch to the new stuff. Dammit. I don't want to switch, I'm perfectly happy as-is. Bitches.
