Like, for real...

Not starting out this vacation week the way I would have ever wanted... Since Friday evening I've had a sore throat and the beginnings of sinus pressure and general blah that typically heralds a head cold. My immune system is good enough though that I rarely ever get sick. And when I do [like now] it usually isn't as harsh as it seems to be for other people. My sore throat is by no means brutal...but it is present. My cough is but an intermittent tickle, but it isn't anything I can't handle.

If anything, this cold is more of an annoyance than anything else. And I suppose right now, I'm just waiting to see if it manages to gain any foothold and become anything more than a mild inconvenience, while trying everything in my power to prevent it from doing so. Just sucks that it had to wait till I'm on vacation from work to finally show up. However, if that was it, I wouldn't be making a journal post just to whine about a stupid cold. I just want to start off by saying that I already feel like shit...before all this other crap got rolling...


So, aside from all that, we noticed yesterday that our male cat seemed to making a ton of trips to the litter box and just generally seeming unsettled and panicky. Didn't think too much of it though until this morning where I noticed that after breakfast he was doing the exact same thing again. Did what any sensible person does nowadays and started looking up the symptoms on my phone. After 2-3 blogs that said in rather panicked terms that a blocked cat is a soon to be dead cat, I threw Milo in a crate and headed out in search of a vet. I'm sorry. I'm a terrible cat parent with no money. My cat is not vaccinated [at least not within the past 4-5 years] and he does not regularly see a doctor...because of said lack of money.

Made that all clear to the vet that took him in this morning and got to deal with being grilled about how I "mistreat" this poor animal by feeding and playing with him, maintaining a healthy weight for him, and just generally loving on his fuzzy ass. Only bad thing I do really is admittedly refusing to waste money on giving an animal that only ever lives indoors a rabies shot [which apparently is against VA law]...so we're going to fix that. Anyways, long story short, he thankfully doesn't have a blockage that will require surgery. Instead, they're keeping him to run some blood work and test his urine and feces to see what kind of meds he'll need to take.

Medication not included, the vet bill already made it up to $680 just between them keeping him today [and potentially overnight] and all the tests they need to run. Between that chunk today and having to very recently replace a dead laptop...my credit card is toast and my husband's is getting there. Money is a constant worry for me and shit like this does not help one bit. I'm probably going to have to take some commissions or offer some adopts this week to try and chip away at this new debt. Which, going back to the first couple paragraphs, would be a whole lot less painful if I didn't feel like garbage...

So, anyways...sorry for yet another long ass rant about things. I'm sure I'll post another little something when I know more about our cat's condition and what may have caused all this. In the meantime...I'm going to go take a shower and try to get my head on straight before trying to attempt any work today...