Since nothing is wrong, there’s nothing my doctor can prescribe me. NOTHING! When she said that, my immediate response was “you’re kidding, right?” Since there’s no fluid in my lungs/it’s not strep/nothing showed up on the chest X-ray, she can’t prescribe a medication for something she doesn’t know what it is. Fair enough, I guess, BUT STILL. I CAN’T BREATHE OR TALK OR SWALLOW. My voice sounds like a raspy old mans.

And so, I wait. My doctor said it will just ‘take time’. I don’t HAVE TIME! I need it to be gone now! I’ve got a ton of school stuff to do, and I’m going away in three weeks from last Friday. LESS THAN THREE WEEKS. At the rate this is hanging on, it seems impossible that it will be gone any time soon.

-lesigh-.

Mine weren’t the greatest: so I’m pretty glad they’re over. Here’s a timeline of events in the month leading up to Christmas for an explanation as to why;
November 21 – put my cat of 17 years down
November 23 – find out I have intestinal parasites
November 30 – get called to a meeting at school, find out I’m being accused of an academic offense
November 30 – December 17 – deal with aforementioned school bullshit
December 21 – put my dog of 14 years down

Christmas is a super busy season for me. There’s Seaweed’s family christmas dinner on Christmas Eve, presents/Christmas breakfast on Christmas day as well Seaweed’s immediate family Christmas dinner and gift exchange, and my dad’s family Christmas get-together on the 26th. It’s go-go-go for a solid three days when quite honestly this year, it didn’t even feel like Christmas.

Christmas morning I got a lot of kitchen-y stuff to move out – I think it’s my Mom’s excuse of buying things for me to move out as presents rather than randomly (rationale for my Dad, I suppose), an iPod dock, a polka dot blanket I looooove, Breaking Bad seasons 1-3 on DVD, and some books and whatnot from my parents. They paid for my iPhone back in September (full price :/), so I knew I wasn’t getting as much as I normally do for Christmas – I do love what I did get though! Seaweed got me Dexter season 1 on DVD, an angry birds iPhone case, a Howard from Big Bang Theory bobble head, and a diamond ring I’ve been wanting for the past year from People’s. I LOVE IT. It wasn’t the right size – which he knew, but it was the only one they had, so I had to get it resized. I finally got it back last Friday – and it hasn’t left my finger since.

New Years Eve was pretty low-key, which I was thankful for. My best friend and her boyfriend didn’t feel like going out either – so they came over to my place with Seaweed and I. We ate some good food; shrimp, jalapeno cheese rolls, chicken with bacon and jalapenos, taco dip, and bacon-wrapped scallops – and played Monopoly until 11:50, then watched the ball drop in New York on TV at midnight. We spent some time in the hot tub after that, and called it a night around 3 a.m. A couple people who’ve asked what I did for New Years gave me the “really? you played Monopoly on New Years?” schpeal, but really – it was a fun night, and I wouldn’t have wanted to spend it any other way.

I got there and was put in a room at 6:18. At 6:59 a doctor FINALLY came in, and a rude one at that. He did a rapid strep test, and it ISN’T strep – which is good in some ways, but it means I didn’t get medication and just have to wait it out.

I have no appetite and no ‘drive’ to do anything. I’ve got a lot of school stuff coming up, but I can’t even get motivated to start thinking about it. Thankfully, I don’t have placement this weekend, so I can spend some quality time hammering out some stuff for school.

For the last little while, she’s been very sick. Kidney problems, thryoid problems, etc. Over the past month or so, she’s gone deaf and blind. She was happy though; still eating, still purring, still going to the bathroom, so we weren’t going to make any drastic decisions.

Last night, I picked her up; and she peed on me. She NEVER does that. I didn’t think anything of it; I thought I scared her. I put her back in her bed, and went to bed.

This afternoon, she looked pretty ‘strange’ laying in her bed. Her back end looked very distorted. My mom jiggled her back feet and normally she’d growl when you did this; she didn’t even acknowledge we were touching her. We put her on the floor out of her bed, and she couldn’t move. She had lost all control of her bladder; she was dripping when we picked her up.

Neither my mom nor I could call anyone, we just sat there and cried. For the past two hours, we’ve just been sitting at the kitchen table; talking about various things to get our mind off of her, but then one would look over and see her and start crying.

I texted Mike and asked if he could take her in. I got my friend, Camiee, to call the vet to make sure we could bring her in and to find out the cost; not that it really mattered. Mike finished up quickly at work and came over.

He just left with her, and I already miss her so much. I know it’s for the best. I’ve had her since I was three though, it’s rough.

Keep my kitty in your thoughts. And me.

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