Stuff and things

BK seems to be healed, although she refuses to get up in her treehouse for some reason. I think it’s probably because she fell trying to jump up in it while she was sick, and now she must be scared of it. But unfortunately this means that instead of sleeping in the treehouse most of the day like she used to, she now sleeps in her little hidden corner of the closet and we don’t see her too often. Hopefully when we move she’ll start using it again.

Oh yeah, we’re moving. We bought a house. I haven’t told the story of how that came about on this blog yet because, well, I’m superstitious. So that will come after we move, as long as everything goes well.

Related to that, I have been stressed out as fuck for the past month or so. I feel like one of those circus people who have a million plates spinning on sticks, and if one falls I’ll lose all of them and my life will come crashing down around me. So I’m holding everything just so, trying not to breathe too quickly, trying to smile and pretend like everything is OK when in fact I’m on the brink of the whole charade crumbling. I’m sure that sounds dramatic. It is. But I just need to get through these next two weeks and I think I’ll be OK.

Sick kitty on the mend (hopefully)

By Saturday morning it was clear BK was getting worse, not better, so we took her back to the vet. While she wasn’t entirely sure, all signs pointed to her having had an allergic reaction to the two vaccinations she got on Thursday. Her belly was bright red and she cried when the vet touched her abdomen, so her best guess was that she had developed vasculitis in reaction to the shots.

Poor baby kittySo she got a shot of cortisone and antibiotics (in case she had developed a UTI; we hadn’t seen her pee in almost a day and she had laid down in the litter box, which is extremely out of character for her), and then some fluids for support. We brought her home and she immediately ate some wet food I put out for her, so we felt comfortable enough to leave her for the weekend since we were going back to Murfreesboro and Mt. Juliet to celebrate Christmas with Ian’s family (we had missed it originally because he was sick with the flu over Christmas).

The whole weekend I was worried sick. I barely slept Saturday night, afraid we would come home and find her dead. Fortunately, she greeted us at the door Sunday evening when we got home. She ate some more wet food and was more affectionate than usual. She wasn’t able to jump up onto her condo, though, and later that night when we went to bed she couldn’t jump up onto the bed so I had to put her in it.

BK is still sick, but getting betterBut yesterday morning I woke up and she was in the closet, sleeping in the corner where she sometimes likes to sleep, but usually not overnight. She did get in the shower after Ian got out, which is part of her normal routine, but I found her in it a bit later looking like she couldn’t get comfortable. I had to put her up in her condo later in the morning because she fell when she tried to jump into it, which was a really sad thing to watch.

So I called the vet’s office and they told me to make sure she is getting enough food. She ate two cans of wet food and a bit of dry food, and seemed to have perked up by the time Ian got home from work. She hung out with me while I packed up some of our kitchen stuff, and then she slept in the bed almost all night. She still wasn’t able to jump into the bed, but once I put her up there she seemed comfortable. When we woke up this morning she was sleeping in the cat condo in the bedroom, which is usually where we find her in the mornings.

On the mend, hopefullyI canceled the appointment to bring her back to the vet today because she seemed improved enough to not need to go in. Packing her up in the carrier and carting her over there in 10 degree weather would probably just make her feel worse, so I’m going to continue to keep an eye on her today and see if she continues to improve. She’s sleeping in the closet instead of in her cat tree right now, which makes me a little nervous, but when I’ve gone to check on her she’s been more alert than in previous days. The vet’s office told me that if she seems to be regressing again to just call and they’ll get her in to be seen.

You know, there are many times I’m glad to be able to work from home, but this situation is one that makes me especially grateful. Being able to watch her all day and night without missing work is a huge relief, as is knowing I could run her to the vet immediately if I needed to. Hopefully she will continue to get better and will be back to her old self very soon… and then I’ve got to have a conversation with the vet about not having to vaccinate her again. I am not going to put her through this every year, that’s for sure.

We’re not off to a great start

BK spent the day at the vet yesterday getting her shots updated and her belly fur shaved off because of all of the mats, and now she’s laying around crying and feeling uncomfortable.

King Boo freaked out when I brought her back home and has been camped out by the couch for about 14 hours. I finally brought some food and water over to him and as soon as he started eating it, Gordo came over and shooed him away so he could eat it. Ass.

Oh, and I had to take my car into the shop this morning because it started making this horrible metal-on-metal scraping sound yesterday when I was taking BK to the vet. Based on the noises I described they told me it was probably the brakes, but I had those replaced a year ago and they shouldn’t need replacing again so soon. Here’s hoping they call and tell me the real issue is something else, but not something else that’s going to be really expensive.

2014, you are not impressing me so far.

Plans

I hate making resolutions because I feel like they set me up for failure. Plus, New Year’s resolutions always seem like a cop out. If you don’t like something about your life, change it now. There’s nothing magical about the first of the year that makes you more likely to change. Well, at least for me there isn’t.

So instead, I try to think of things I’d like to do or be in the coming year. It might sound a lot like making resolutions, but I like to think of it as on-going goal-tending.

So, here are my goals for 2014 (in no particular order):

  • Be kinder.
  • Travel to Ireland.
  • Get settled into our new house.
  • Eat fish once a week and more vegetables at least three times a week.
  • Cook more.
  • Learn to bake the perfect chocolate chip cookie.
  • Get a dog.
  • Get over my fear of big dogs.
  • Build a garden and grow something in it.
  • Meet more new people.
  • Hang out with the new people I meet/have met.
  • Basically, stop being a goddamn hermit.
  • Learn at least a basic level of JavaScript.
  • Start a retirement fund.
  • Drink champagne in the bathtub.
  • Re-start our Sunday-brunch-at-home routine.
  • Read at least 10 books.
  • Finally finish Dragon Age II.
  • Walk more.
  • Never stop appreciating silence.

Happy New Year

I’ve seen a lot of people talking about how much 2013 sucked and how they couldn’t wait to be rid of it. But for me, it was a pretty good year. It was a year that felt like two, really: My life before moving to Chattanooga and my life after moving to Chattanooga.

I rang in 2013 with Ian and friends and then promptly came down with kidney stones that took nearly a month, two doctors and an ultrasound to diagnose. After that painful start, we realized that Evil Twin was in failing health and a trip to the vet confirmed he was in worse shape than we had thought and we made the decision to put him down.

But there were really good things that happened in 2013, too. I became an aunt again when my sister had her baby. Ian and I, along with some friends, went to The Hangout Festival in Gulf Shores and spent a relaxing week listening to music and the soothing sounds of the ocean. I started working with a personal trainer and realized that with the right motivation and healthy diet, my body is capable of a lot more than I give it credit for.

The summer brought video game music played by the Nashville Symphony, petting a hedgehog and watching Sharknado with a bunch of friends and Sharknado-themed cocktails. Gordo had a health scare in June, but after a month of special food and enzymes he was back to his normal ornery self. He’ll be 15 this year, but he’s got a lot of kick left in him so hopefully he’ll be barfing on the rugs and trying to lay on my computer for years to come.

And then July came and everything changed. Ian was offered a job with BlueCross BlueShield in Chattanooga, I stressed out about keeping my job, but everything worked out and we moved down here at the end of July. To say moving our entire lives to a new city on the other side of the state in about three weeks was stressful would be an understatement, but we did it and we’re here and we’re happy.

And honestly, I don’t think the transition would have been as easy if not for social media, at least not for me. We all give Facebook and Twitter a lot of crap, but they have allowed me to maintain friendships and stay somewhat social despite being hundreds of miles away from pretty much everyone I know. So while a lot of people are telling you to deactivate your Facebook and step away from Twitter, I’m thankful that I can get glimpses into my friends’ lives and participate in conversations as though I never moved.

In September we sold our old house on the same day we were leaving for Music Midtown in Atlanta (a process that invited stress and nostalgia in spades), and then we spent the weekend celebrating our new life with old friends. It’s been surreal to move to a city we only previously vacationed in… It seems like every day we’re finding something new here. There’s always a new adventure right around the corner. It’s been invigorating.

We had a busy, wild second half of 2013 and I have high expectations for 2014. We’re making new friends, buying a new house and have got a handful of trips planned (including a trip to Ireland my mom and I have been talking about taking forever and are finally going to do). The older I get, the more I realize that adventure doesn’t have to mean doing something dangerous. For me, it can simply be trying something new. Eating a new food or talking to a new person instead of keeping to myself. Walking around downtown alone exploring the nooks and crannies of buildings and parks. Taking the long way home, or anywhere, and not being afraid of getting lost.

In 2013 I learned that as long as I have my phone’s GPS and Ian with me, I feel pretty damn brave. I hope I can keep that up in 2014.