This whole 'not going to Dragon*Con' thing is depressing. Not about any of you guys going - OK, maybe about one of you guys going and me not being there to see the fishnets and tails. But mostly it's because this week os being spent all on my todd - well, with the cat. And this has inspired a lonely sort of depression, coupled with anxiety about my performance as a cat mummy.
Here's the thing: a couple of weeks ago Jaspula came down with a bout of cystitis. It wasn't serious, but it was painful for him and he did end up avoiding his tray out of pain association and there were vet visits and pills. On top of that, the vet discovered that what we had thought was gingivitis was a rather severe infection that had resulted in a large absess. So last Thursday in he went to have out about 7 of his teeth - including the famous fangs.
So what I've been left with is an old, sore kitty recovering from two infections and in great need of love and affection. Which has made me anxious and worried about him. All the time. I feel guilty when I'm not at home, and worry that I'm not playing with him enough. It didn't help that this morning when I cleaned his tray, there was no urine. Happily, he's been since, but it was enough to worry.
He's also not eating much, and has been rather sedate and snuggly. Which I hope is either just loneliness for the flatmates, or pain from his operation. But that doesn't stop me making up illnesses for him.
For a long while now, I've had a blister rash on my finger which comes and goes, but appears to be stress related. This morning it had really flared up, and muggins here scratched it, resulting in rather gross open sores, which hurt. Usually, an application of rash cream will see to it, but this morning it was particularly painful and I resorted to antihistamines, which one of the many pharmacists I've asked about it has recommended.
Bzzzt, bad idea, antihistamines in the morning. Cue me being knocked out most of the morning, and then angsty about cat, and - yeah, generally not a good day.
It's OK now though! I have had a shower, and now me, my bog fluffy dressing gown, my laptop and my kitty are all curled up together on the sofa watching werewolf movies. Except for Wolf, because our VCR's bust.
And that was perhaps more than you wanted to know.