WykedGrrrl

Grrrrls Stuff
2002-11-10 10:45:39 (UTC)

I thought yesterday was the worst day of my life. Turned out it was today.


I didn’t go to sleep the other night, in a vain attempt at
returning my internal clock to some semblance of
normalcy. (Currently 4:30 AM EST) Around five that first
morning I was sitting in the living room watching
cartoons, because I do that. Abrilla, my ten year-old cat,
was making laps through the house tail down, fur all
scruffy, and making that wonderful gagging noise cats
can make. She hadn’t been feeling well the last few
days. I leaned forward in my chair and thought … oh
shit, gotta grab some paper towels … As the thought
enters my mind, Abrilla begins dragging her hind legs
across the floor. This is horrifying to me. What the hell
is she doing that for?

Not knowing what the hell else to do, I fetched the
paper towels. When I got back into the room, there was
no mess to clean and she was gagging in the hall. I
found her in time to witness the eviction of alien kitty
foam. She looked so tired. I brought her in my room to
her bed and petted her for a minute before going out to
clean the alien kitty foam off my floor and call a vet. Got
an appointment for the next day. YaY!

Sitting in the living room again my roommate calls. Her
truck isn’t feeling well and being a bitch. She asks me
to take her to the dealership that I recently took the truck
to. We drop off the truck and have the options of getting
a lift to the train (a little out of the way, but not bad),
catching a bus (it’s 8 AM and they’re everywhere), or call
a cab. She opts for the cab, which is fine with me and
we head to the store to grab chocolate milk while she
calls our ride.

Half an hour wait? I don’t care. I’ve been up all night
and have nothing better to do. Why the hell not? Long
story short … we sat in the sun for about an hour and a
half before a cabby actually picked us up. Three phone
calls, two cab companies and a cabby that offered me a
job after witnessing my face pressed against his back
window as I was asking the gentleman in the next car if
he had any coffee and we made it back to the house. I
brought the cat some fresh water and food of which she
ate a bit. I felt a little better, so I made some coffee and
sat down to see what was on for cartoons at that time in
the morning.

A while later my phone rang … it was Keith. He was
coming by that evening to repair the door that I had
kicked. I believe the door was broken already and that’s
why I kicked it, but who knows? He asked me to try and
pry the door open. I can do that! Ooh ooh, something to
do. Something to concentrate on. Thank you Keith! I
drag out the tools and about ten minutes later the door
is open and the latch removed. Now what? maybe a
little more worrying about the cat? Not having a job?
Needing a vehicle? Dammit! Dammit! Around four
o’clock I gave up and went to bed.

Sat bolt upright in bed, I’m awake. I’m up. What time is
it? Nine. Glance to the window and it’s dark. Dammit! I
struggle out to the living room, cause well, maybe there
would be cartoons there. Some friends came over and
Lauren hoped online. We’re hoping for something to
make us forget our troubles, preferably something that
doesn’t make you even more depressed or violent.
Lauren makes a troubled gesture and walks out the
front door with Greg following shortly behind.

Turned out a friend of Lauren’s had been in a fatal
accident. What a fucking day! Greg checked his mail for
impending doom and I called Keith. He stopped by
again, this time providing the most hilarious entrance,
which was much appreciated … Doctor Love had
arrived! We enjoyed the love, laughed until it hurt, and
decided to move out into the living room. Cartoons
anyone?

It’s a little fuzzy here, but we eventually called it a night.
Greg would come by to give Abrilla and I a ride to the vet
the next day and Lauren crashed. Not literally.

I slept restlessly that night per usual, but managed to
get out of bed at a slightly more reasonable hour. Hey,
noon-ish isn’t bad. Drank much coffee and watched
some cartoons until Greg came by and we took Abrilla
to the vet. She isn’t eating today at all.

There’s seems to be something wrong with her liver.
The vet will send her home and call me when some
blood work comes back. I have to make sure she eats
and was given a syringe to force her if I have to. This is
not going to be pleasant! My poor kitty has been
attacked by rabid clippers! I’m sure she is psyched
feeling so ill AND having random chunks of fur missing
where she was poked, prodded, and not to mention
violated.

We got home and someone had called. I had voicemail
but didn’t recognize the phone number. It was my mom.

At Brigham and Womens Hospital.

In the towers.
Am I hearing this?
With my grandmother.
It’s definitely my mom.
Who’s had a heart attack.
Unfuckingbelievable!!

I proceed to lose my shit here. I think I deserve to. Greg
agrees to give me a ride to the Hospital, but first I have
to feed the cat. I put the cat-food in front of her, and she
turns away, I reposition it in front of her and she turns
again. We play this game a little. She wins and I get the
syringe. Christ on a stick this sucks. We argue about it
and we both get covered in it, but she has eaten it too.

My mother calls back and tells me not to bother going to
see my grandmother as she’s recovering in ICU and
they wont let me in. Nana is doing well. The doctors
only concern was with her bleeding as she had
previously been on blood thinners and they had just
placed a balloon and some other plastic pieces in her
heart. Okie Dokie. Talk to you later

The Phone rang, it wasn’t mine. Greg had to go back to
the asylum that had lovingly dismantled hopes over the
years, home as he called it, for some reason … but he
would be back.

Greg made it back when Maya picked him and his shit
up at the asylum. Basically if you aim a loaded
(although locked) weapon at someone in anger it
doesn’t make it any less insane that you were only
going to shoot the wall. Ya see where I’m going with
this? On a side note … should these people be issued
weapons and badges? Hmmm. She also brought me
cookies and flowers which was nice.

I spent most of that night in a haze. I know at one point I
told Keith (he’s one of the four Aquarians) that if nothing
had exploded in his world then he should stop moving,
not touch anything, and surround himself with pillows.
The rest of the time I spent in a stupor intermittently
feeding/forcing food on Abrilla, staring at the monitor,
and generally not knowing what to do with myself until I
finally went to sleep.

I woke up this afternoon and fed Abrilla. She ate some
tuna on her own a couple times. Greg’s owners are
upset that he escaped and tell his voicemail that every
few minutes. I decided to call my mother and see how
she was and whatnot. Her roommate answered and
told me my Aunt had had a heart attack and was at a
Hospital in Worcester, mom wasn’t home yet. I yelled,
not really into the phone, more like an uncontrollable
outburst.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
No
*greg’s phone again*
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!
* greg’s phone *
Your uncle is leaving, your mom should be home soon
…
Let me speak with him.
* I picked up Greg’s phone while I waited for John*
Fuck off, please.

And hung up his phone which of course rang moments
later. I called my mother’s roommate back later and
apologized. It’s not her fault I’m going insane.

I went on an errand with Maya and when we got back
there was a message stating my aunt had not had a
heart attack, it was some sort of spasm, and then there
was love.

I find out tomorrow what is wrong with my Aunt, I can
visit my grandmother tomorrow, and I will talk with the
vet about my options with Abrilla as well.
Hey, shit. Speaking of love, I haven’t heard from Keith. I
hope he took my pillow advice.




Ad: