July 31, 2003 :: 1:47 a.m.
dial-up makes me hate things even more than usual
Hello. My name is Amanda, and my house is infested with flies. I can do nothing but collapse into a pathetic, gibbering pile of girl-mess, because for some reason I've developed an intense phobia of all insects. Even the ones that can't do anything to me. Like flies. I've had to recruit Mason to slay them for me twice in the last two days, which may just earn me a place in the Complete Wuss Hall o' Fame. But I can't help it. I'm horrible. I can never, ever live alone.
I'm cold. I'm tired. I want tea. I want any kind of drink at all, actually, but since the kitchen is Giant Fly HQ I choose to avoid it when possible. I knew I should have put that mini-fridge up here. I got up at 9 this morning to take Giles to the vet, so I only got about five hours of sleep. Bleh. His visit went fairly well. He weighs 11 pounds, he had a 104-degree fever (up to 102 is normal for cats), and the cut on his paw was becoming infected. She said that it's particularly painful for him because it hadn't formed an abscess, so they couldn't lance it. Instead, the infection is developing between layers of muscle tissue. Ouch. She gave him two shots, one to bring his temperature down and one of antibiotics for his cut, and I left with about two weeks worth of antibiotic pills. He's starting to put weight on his injured leg already, which is really amazing when you consider that he wouldn't even touch it to the ground this morning. Soon my little Giles baby will be back to normal, and the heartbreak can end.
Aw, there is one other sad thing, though. Giles has feline leukemia, you see, so after he was taken care of they had to soak all of the equipment for like 15 minutes. Even the table thing that they sit on. I don't know why that strikes me as so sad, but it does. Maybe because I know how sweet and wonderful a cat he is, it just seems wrong to see him treated like a diseased, contagious thing. I mean, I know that he is, in a sense, diseased and contagious. He can give it to other cats. But I don't know. I guess I'm just weird that way.
And speaking of weird, Jupiter goes to get fixed tomorrow morning. Hallelujah. An added bonus is that Joe and Joe are taking off work, so I won't be bored and alone all day. Excellent.
Groan. So tired. Must sleep. Also, I've run out of things to say. How very unusual. Anyway, I'll write tomorrow with news of Jupiter's snip-snip and possibly pictures of knitted things. Can't you just FEEL the excitement? Woo.
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