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What a Morning July 14, 2004

So I got out of bed this morning only to learn that we had no water. I called the “resident service center” of our apartments and was informed that the city was working on a water main. Then I asked how long I’d be out of water and was told until 3:00. Wonderful. I can’t take a shower until 3 fucking o’clock. Can you tell I’m a little ticked off by that? The lady in the office said they posted signs on the gate entry thingy where you have to swipe your magic card to get in the complex. Since I didn’t drive through the gate last night, I was left in the dark. I emailed my husband at work about it, and he replied that he had followed someone through the gate last night, so he didn’t even look at the thingy where you swipe your card. This sucks. I have enough bottled water for drinking purposes, but I sure would like to be able to take a shower.

The stress of the past week (having my cat almost die, etc.) has caught up to me and is currently being manifested in my face. I have this lovely zit in the crease where my nose meets my cheek, some kind of dermatitis thing on my eyelid making my skin red and flaky, and the beginnings of a cold sore on my upper lip. I’m not sure why, but these monstrosities are all on the right side of my face. I hate getting cold sores. I only get them once or twice a year and only when I’m REALLY stressed out.

I can’t stand when my face looks ugly. I could have bruises up and down my legs and arms and it not really bother me, but when something’s going on with my face I freak out. Of course this only contributes to the stress which started things to begin with. I guess it all goes back to the whole body image thing. I studied ballet for 18 years. It was my life growing up. You get a real sense of your body when you dance. I can tell when I’ve gained a pound or two without even stepping on a scale. I’m sure I have issues to work out about the whole “being skinny” thing. When you grow up looking at your body in a leotard and tights every single day, it effects you. Even now, after I’ve worked hard to get my body back in shape and the scale says 103, I can still look at myself and see “fat parts.” Maybe it’s just a girl thing, I don’t know.

I just read back through this post, and I am really grumpy. I think I need a vacation. (Like that’s going to happen.)

My kitty, Salvador is doing a little better. I’ve been getting him to eat several small meals throughout the day. When I say small, I mean a few bites. I got his biopsy results from the vet yesterday afternoon. His stomach, pancreas, and small and large intestines came out clean. No signs of cancer, pancreatitis, or infectious diseases. His liver biopsy suggested hepatic lipidosis. It’s a pretty serious condition that happens when a cat stops eating for an extended period of time. The vet was almost certain that this occurred secondary to whatever caused his illness in the first place (probably the fecal hairball they removed during surgery). It’s a good sign that he’s willing to eat on his own, no matter the quantity. We just have to be diligent about getting him to eat, so that the hepatic lipidosis will resolve itself. Below is a picture of my little guy from yesterday.


Salvador resting on the balcony showing off his battle scars.

I’m glad I got that all out. I hate being a bitchy person. Hopefully I can cheer up a bit now (after I get a shower, of course).

Comments»

1. Kim - June 19, 2005

Your kitty is reall cute! By the way, I get cold sores every 2 weeks, so consider yourself lucky you only break out once or twice a year. I envy you. :-) grrr