spritechan: (Spirited Away - Critter nap)


As you can see, he has already provided me with hours of entertainment, hahaha.
spritechan: (Stitch - Oh noes)
So, at like 5:30 the cats began waking us up. It sounded like Nero was running at Grim and wapping on the cone. We didn't think it was a huge deal and had to get up in an hour anyway. But it happened a couple times so I threw Nero in the kitchen and locked him in there until we got up. I saw Grim hanging out by the door right when we were getting in the shower, and then he disappeared after that. He didn't come when called to take his medications, but I figured he was sleeping somewhere and he took his meds a little late yesterday so I decided to wait until Steve left for work to hunt Grim down.

After he did leave, I wandered around the apartment several times. I was very confused because we don't really have hiding places, plus Grim has that cone so he wouldn't be able to, say, sneak under the bed. I started to panic at some point, thinking maybe one of the windows broke and he got out somehow... or something. I was trying to be rationale because seriously , where can you hide in this apartment??I found him wedged between the bookshelves. )
I was really freaked out by this time because he didn't even make a noise when I called for him. He didn't come running, nothing. That's very unlike him. I tried to coax him out with words and pets, but he wouldn't budge. So I gently picked him up, and he was totally limp. He was very passive and let me baby-carry him into the bedroom, and he snuggled very close on my lap and had his tail tucked very tight.

It looked like he had more blood on his cone than usual, so I worried that maybe he got in a fight with Nero when we were in the shower and Nero hurt him in some way. I poked around him, which he didn't respond to, and I was able to move his tail and boost his bottom up to inspect him... nothing. In fact, his wound looks fantastic. It doesn't even appear bloody at all! So that was a relief. But Grim was pressing himself into me really hard and was shaking a little. I was really alarmed. I watched Nero creep into the room, and began staring Grim down. Grim immediately shifted more into me, and when I yelled at Nero he didn't shift his gaze. Because Grim was on my lap I couldn't shoo Nero away, so I threw a half-full water bottle at him. He didn't even move until it hit him. At which point he retreated to the other side of the room. Grim was so actively terrified of Nero I decided to separate them for awhile.

Nero's got food and water and a littler box in the kitchen/living room area, and he'll be fine there for a few days. He didn't even seem angry about it. Maybe he's not too comfortable with this role reversal, either. Obviously he doesn't know how to handle his power if he's bullying Grim. Grim NEVER bullies Nero. His dominance is mostly just a feeling, and once in awhile he used to like, mount Nero, but half the time Nero didn't even notice until we yelled at Grim, so whatever.

Grim took his medication fine, but he didn't even want the treats. I can't imagine what happened to him, and I keep checking to make sure he's freakin' alive. It's just no good. Thankfully I only have one appointment today and can monitor him. This has been his day so far:

You see the blood on his cone I'm sure. I clean it every day, but he still gets like food and litter on it and stuff too. He's tucked into the blankets because he was laying with me earlier and he loves being under the blankets. He's too adorable and pathetic for words. Look how unhappy he is right now! Poor guy :( I have no idea if Nero was tormenting him for half the night, or what! Each of them spent time walking all over me/laying with me, so I don't know when all this started. I don't like it.
spritechan: (Spirited Away - Soot blink blink)
I brought my poor kitteh home a couple hours ago. The vet bill came out to about $1,720 - almost equivalent to the worst time he blocked (Otherwise the bills were like $800, $600, and $500).

He was not pleased about the cat carrier PLUS his cone, so I let him out in the car and carried him in the house. He is kind of adjusting to the cone, but he's not happy about it. He's spent a lot of time trying to "back away" from it, and rubbing it on things to get it off. He's been catching on EVERYTHING - the floor, the fridge, the bed, clothes, shoes, corners. :( Poor guy! It's REALLY tight to prevent him from getting it off, so I'm making sure to scratch under the collar a lot. He drank for like 2 straight minutes when he came home, which was good. My cats aren't vomit-types, so I doubt he'll get sick.

Moping by the shoes.

I got a really nasty picture of his new vagina, mostly to send to Steve's sister, who used to be a vet tech, but also so I can have something to watch for any signs of change. He looks AWFUL down there. My cats kept their balls after being neutered, because they were neutered like a vasectomy basically, and they obviously had to cut them off for this surgery. I'm not squeamish, but that looks PAINFUL. The information I got says it's going to be very red for a few days, but once the urethra gets used to being exposed, it'll fade.

He's very restless right now and can't sit still for more than a couple of minutes, but I guess that makes sense because he's 1. on drugs and 2. feeling a weird pain that he can't fix and I bet is itchy as hell. He'll be happy in the future when he NEVER has to go to the vet again for getting blocked and have a hundred catheters and drugs and bladder squeezing.

I love him so much!!!

Couple Vids

Nov. 2nd, 2011 03:55 pm
spritechan: (Haruhi - Shamisen cute)
Here are a couple videos of the cats, pretty short, that I uploaded a few weeks ago :)

First, Grim eating my Jamba Juice straw.

Then, Nero finds a cricket!

And finally, Grim loves playing with toys alone!
spritechan: (Clannad - Tomoya Nagisa hs intense hug)
Last week I had all-day trainings on Thursday and Friday. They were super awesome and helpful, and half the people there were from my company, and 75% of those were from my specific location. The first day I was ultra crabby and tired from having been kept up by Grim all night, and I fully intended on being antisocial and spending the lunch hour sleeping in my car. Somehow I ended up with the MHR clique, and then life got better from there. On Friday after the training, I had to drive home from Minneapolis in rush hour, pick up Steve, and drive back in WORSE rush hour (because of the omgsomuch construction), and then wait in line outside to get into the venue because they were running a half hour late. The concert itself was amazing, and Lights is adorable. I fell more in love with her at the concert. She has a very cute stage presence and is clearly there because she enjoys it. The venue was really small and cozy. Afterwards we waited outside in the cold for 45 minutes so we could get an autograph. We were almost at the front of the line to begin with, so the majority of the waiting was just her changing and getting prepped for a billion autographs. She came out in an adorable winter coat (many people were in t-shirts and even I was just in a thin, zip-up hoodie) because it was DEFINITELY cold by 10:45pm in Minnesota. I got a signature on her album, and Steve and I each got to give her a hug! Yay! We're pretty much BFFs now ;)

On Saturday Steve and I went to Nick's sister's for a Halloween party, like we have done since we started dating. I was Catwoman, Faith was Supergirl, Steve, Nick, Scott, and Pat all went as characters from Final Fantas'y tactics. We mostly sat around and talked, and Nick's sister tried to set him up with a girl she worked with who went as a "retro zombie teacher." She came only knowing Megan, and was able to tolerate like 20 people she didn't even know. She was funny and cute, and shares similar interests, and now we all want her in the group regardless of whether Nick dates her. XD Everyone added her to Facebook but we can't Facebook stalk her because she either just got a Facebook, or doesn't put a lot of information to the public (even her pictures are only from Halloween, and she untagged herself in everyone's photos, leaving only ones she took!). Frustrating, but workable, haha.

On Sunday we ran some errands and then went to dinner with my family for Paul's birthday. It was pretty fun.

Yesterday morning after we got out of the shower I noticed Grim standing kinda funny in the corner by the bookshelves. He looked pretty stiff and his tail was shaking like it does when he's straining in the litter box. I pinned him down and felt him all over to see if he'd yelp, and he didn't. Then he walked around a little and made a couple sad meows before laying down, super-stiffly. He did this like 4 different times over the next half hour - he kept laying in positions that he must've thought would trick us into thinking he was comfortable. Like, on his back or side for tummy pets, curling his front paws to be cute, etc. I was not fooled! He was sooo sad and stiff. He was not pleased to get put in the carrier.

The vet said he was blocked but that his bladder wasn't full (aka I'm ridiculously in tune with Grimmy). She said when she went to unblock him that she was shocked at how small his pee hole is. Which is because of the scarring, and was always my worst fear/knowledge. When I clean the litterboxes it has always been very clear which pees were his and which were Nero's. Nero pees grapefruits and Grim pees... like prunes (and Grim used to pee grapefruits). She also said she had thought there was a stone in there because there was so much grit. Poor kitty :( We had a very serious talk about surgery vs putting him down. Actually we had a couple talks about the surgery throughout the day. Lucky for me I didn't have any work appointments yesterday (and I was able to move my Depo appointment to the afternoon) because I spent over 2 hours at the vet and then spent much of the rest of the day crying. I burst into tears at some point while waiting at the vet, started crying reading a magazine at the doctor's office, and pretty much any time I imagined a life without Grim. He's MY AGE in cat years. He is NOT going to die. I cried when I thought about the cost and how I was going to pay for it.

Steve and I talked it over via text all day, and in the end I asked for a personal line of credit from the bank that covers such things as "consolidating debt, tuition expenses, home improvements, and unexpected expenses". I was approved for far more than the surgery will likely cost, and the interest is 11.75% right now vs whatever like 29% on a credit card (or 3). I started to cry when telling the banker about my situation. But I was able to get it under control and she smartly waited until that point to express sympathy or else there would have been for real waterworks and comical inability to understand me. lol.

I spoke with the vet again and she stated that she talked to a surgeon that she trusts very much with the surgery. He works just down the street from the emergency clinic and said he might be able to swing the surgery for almost half the original cost (though I'm not sure how and will find out tomorrow - I am not willing to compromise Grim's pain for cheaper expenses). I am also transferring all of the cats' stuff to that clinic, because I don't trust Banfield and never want to go there again. I scheduled a consult + surgery for tomorrow morning before my appointments, and Steve is working his hardest to get at least a half day so I don't have to do it alone. I could have left Grim at the vet for the next couple of nights for less transportation trauma, but I think he is less traumatized overall by being home. I had to go in the back to get him into his kennel because he wouldn't let any of the techs touch him, and he had the "bad animal" towl over his cage :( I always feel bad because he's so sweet generally. He was VERY hissy and had stuck himself into the corner - for a minute I actually thought he might bite or scratch me, he was so upset. But he didn't and I got him into his carrier with little issue.

He's currently taking antibiotics to prevent infection, buprenorphine for pain (we're good friends with it by this time), and instead of the muscle relaxant he's had in the past, they prescribed him a small dose of an actual tranquilizer usually used to prep for anesthesia, to prevent him from straining and reblocking over the next two nights. I moved all of the cats' items (water, food, litter boxes) to our room. Well, the litter boxes are technically in the hallway but I can see them at all times. I also took away all dry food and give Grim treats after taking his medicine. He has made a permanent residence between the catboxes and the food, and hasn't drank ANY water that I've seen, but at least he is happily eating the wet food. The medicine is an appetite suppressant and can upset kitty tummies so I imagine he just isn't feeling it. He's been high ever since we got home - rubbing on EVERYTHING in his little zone, purring like a maniac if I pet him, wanting lots of pressure-intense pets. He also has spent a lot of time just staring blankly at everything, but not in the listless way as when he was doped up in the past. I would guess he's having some sort of hallucinatory effects, to be honest!

All this has pissed Nero off a great deal, as always. He's only used the litter box once and I haven't seen him eat or drink. Though he often drinks out of the bathtub because there's always water dripping from the faucet. He's mad because Grim smells funny and appears to be "guarding" everything. It's quite amusing to watch. Every so often Grim will get this crazy idea to taunt Nero, so he'll run super-enthusiastically over to him (but not even touch him!), and Nero will freak out and hiss and stumble backwards like a doof and get all offended. But mostly Grim just lays on the ground, perking up if you pet him.

I spent the night just moping in bed, not motivated to do anything but watch Steve play Persona 3 and Tumblr. My dad called me, all concerned because of the most recent Hyperbole and a Half, which I "shared" on Facebook. I explained to him that I HAVE been struggling a lot with depression over the past 2 months especially, but it's nothing new. I just really thought that was an accurate portrayal of what depression feels like. If I didn't have guilt, and the very real knowledge that if I were to allow myself to succumb like Allie and so many other people, life would only get that much harder. I'm a functioning depressive, but that doesn't mean I don't wish with all my heart that I could just lay in bed for weeks or months. I've done it before. But now I am accountable in different ways and it's not really an option right now. So I sulkily continue to sort-of function. But it was adorable that he called and wanted to talk about it. He admitted that he's coming to terms with these types of issues (finally! Around a decade ago he referred to Pam's medication as Quack Pills and scoffed at the idea of counseling), and encouraged me to seek help if I need it. I've been considered medication again, but I don't remember it really helping in the past, and I just don't have time for counseling. It was a pretty good talk, and I swear I like my dad more and more as we age. He's a pleasant man these days.
spritechan: (Lost - Made with Jears)
I'll make a more involved post later/do comments later, but the gist:
  • Friday we went to LIGHTS concert
  • Saturday was a Halloween party
  • Sunday was my stepdad's birthday
  • Monday is taking Grim back to the emergency vet at 7:30am for another blocked bladder and being told that he needs the horrific, expensive urethra surgery (that is, they basically give him a gender change and hope that helps) because he has such horrible scarring or they will put him down. Yay!
spritechan: (Haruhi - Shamisen cute)
The cats are definitely more energetic this week. I'd like to think that it is in part to spending a bajillion dollars on food that has no fillers (though I still can't find any that don't have vegetables without spending an even higher crapton of money). I still allow them to eat some dry food that is not in my Approved List of Healthy Foods, because I simply can't afford to spend as much on their food as I do on my own. But either way, they are eating at least 50% healthier, and I think it's showing. Cats are supposed to lose weight very slowly in comparison to humans, so I'd have to measure them on the scale every couple of days to see if their weight has dropped by any tenths of a pound. I don't care THAT much, but I'm hoping that they slim down a bit over the next few months. They wrestle multiple times a day now (rare previous), are super vocal, and Grim LOVES the mice he tore from the cat tower.

Cat tower ahoy! )

They still meow a lot starting around 3 or 4am. They were never interested in meowing at the outdoors before, but now they love it. I took a super cute video of Grim playing with the mouse, but I'm having trouble getting it online seeing as I've never tried to get videos from my phone onto the internet. I'll post it later if I can!

Now I gotta eat something and get to unpacking stuffs!
spritechan: (Clannad - Tomoya Nagisa nap)
I don't feel like doing my 30-day thingy today. Will resume tomorrow

I've been in a rut lately, and it's the annoying kind of rut. Not the kind where I just sleep all the time, but the kind where things irritate me more easily than normal, and I'm snappish. I don't like it. I'm also back to 130 pounds D: I feel gross and all my pants are tight and everything is just frowny.

But! Good news? I GOT THAT JOBBBBB. Woo. I'd be far more ZOMG YES SQUEE BEST THING EVAR if I wasn't so pants-shitting nervous about all the responsibility I accepted, and my selfish crybabying about Steve and I going back to opposite schedules. That means only two more weeks of cleaning and sitting around doing nothing though! I really can't wait. Mom was very insistent on letting me know how Paul was all gushing to her about it, which was cute. My auntie Connie also sent me a bunch of kind words and good vibes via Facebook because her phone won't text me (lol, or her daughter. Two of the people she texts most!). I love her to death! She's the best.

The job has 18 days of vacation time, 9 holidays off, I'm salaried (at least they gave me the impression that I am), and they offered me the highest pay they could. Looking at statistics online, it would appear that I make around the 77th percentile for a Case Manager. Which is likely true, because I passed up a LOT of great-looking jobs based on the fact that they pay equal to or even often LESS than what I make as a glorified janitor. Sooo... woo! A few thousand more dollars per year won't hurt me, and I think I got lucky because I have a variety of experience but very little targeted experience, and basically NO experience in making connections with resources (ahhhhh!). Like I said, 9 times out of 10, if I get the interview, I get the job.

INTERJECTION RANT: Skateville hasn't returned my calls and I haven't gotten my amended tax form (it's been a month), so I STILL can't file for my tax return yet  >:[


This weekend we went to my sister's new place. It's really nice. Three-bedroom, shared with her best friend (and her boyfriend and her son) and her own family. The boys share a room, Sarah and Chris get a room, and Bethany and Tony get the biggest room. Sarah and Chris's bed is exactly what Steve and I are probably going to get (framewise, I already have the bed itself).  Here's kinda what we're looking for, but much less swanky. I LOVE the style of bed where the mattress is recessed into the frame. It's cute and compact, and prevents the cats from climbing under the bed. Sarah said they got theirs from Ikea (and that it was pretty cheap), but Ikea's website is complete crap so I can't show you.

It was Sarah's boy Tristan's birthday, so it was a good excuse to check out the new digs and get free homemade egg rolls from Chris's mom, Summai. XD She makes like a billion egg rolls for every huge occasion and they are YUMMY. Tony said he was interested in seeing OUR place. I assured him we went the money-saving route and our apartment is not nearly as nice-looking as theirs. Because it's not. It's gonna be cute!

At 10am Steve and I are signing our lease!!! SOOOO excited for that. I have all these plans for food and spices and jars to store things in instead of plastic baggies and painting and book shelves and game shelves and the cat tower! Oh, so excited. Speaking of the cats, I've switched them AGAIN foodwise. I discovered that Nero just licks the juice from the wet food and leaves the rest to get crumbly and dry, and Grim still prefers the dry food overall. So! I spent like a half hour at the store, reading ALL the labels on the dry food, and finally selected a food that had gross things like corn meal or brewer's rice as far down in the ingredients as I could get without breaking the bank. I can't remember what brand it was, probably PurinaOne, but it was a special type that only comes in smaller bags and has turkey as its first ingredient, and some other meat as the second. I was going to completely wean them over a week, but Grim went crazy immediately for it and is actually AVOIDING the food he's been so set on for the last... his whole life! Yay!

I opened an ArtFire account. Only the basic account until I see if my items sell. I only have two things up on there right now, just experiments I made yesterday. You can check them out here. They're not anything great, but I wanted to at least get SOMETHING up on there. I'm starting a pillow tonight, my first attempt at double knitting (not to be confused with duplicate stitch)! Yayyyy knitting! Yay being crafty!

Okay, must stop futzing on computer. O_O
spritechan: (Lost - Jin and Sun)
There's been a bit of tension lately, mostly surrounding the unknown of the next couple of months. Two of my three references have confirmed talked to the company and both (obviously) said they gave me rave reviews. The fact that they asked me to come back to sign a background check vs just not contacting me and wasting the time is another. I was supposed to do it the day of the interview but it was forgotten, and if *I* were a hiring manager, if I didn't plan on hiring someone I wouldn't take the time to do a background check on them if they'd already left and didn't bring it up themselves. *shrug*

Because I feel like I at least have a high CHANCE of getting this job, I'm already feeling more annoyed than ever with my current job. Most of the people bug the crap out of me. They're just not the kind of personalities I enjoy. God, one woman usually provides an unpleasant "someone just smeared poop under my nose" face with every statement she makes (as she's usually saying something negative or "correcting" someone). I'm so glad she's not usually looking my way, because I think I'm often watching the corners of her mouth dip and her pointy nose hook so intently that I start to imitate her a little bit. It's just a really ugly face to make so frequently!

Steve really wants to get a second job to supplement our income, and if I get this job it would likely be a little bit more pay than I get now. He's been looking but he doesn't want to apply to places until he sees how my schedule changes if I get this job. The hours would be 8am-4pm on paper, but I would need to meet my clients' needs and if that meant meeting in the evening, then I'd meet in the evening. They told me it was going to be a ridiculous amount of paperwork, so I imagine myself looking like Miranda from Sex and the City, getting home and immediately starting on more work. Who knows?! Busy busy busy.

I was a good girl today and saw that I had an extra $100 or so in my checking before I get paid tomorrow, so I decided to put it to one of my pet bills. I racked up $2700 on Grim, so now I gotta slowly chip away at it. It's kinda depressing to see all the debt I'm in that isn't even my student loans (though I'm already ahead - payment's not due til May, and I plan to keep paying every paycheck to keep ahead so I never have to worry about it), but I always feel good when I make a payment.

Sparked from a discussion on another journal, I thought about how I pay almost $80 a month for my phone. It's just kinda creeped its way up there through various additions. Really, it was because I took a hit and added my sister to my account, so we have a family plan, which is more expensive overall, but cheaper than if I had a single plan with basically no features. Phones be gettin' expensive! Speaking of phones, I've hated mine since like a week and a half after I got it. I learned today while talking with customer support that I've owned it for 5 months already, which is neat. Anyway, it started when it appeared my receiver was misaligned and I couldn't hear people when they called, except for a faint whisper. That eventually fixed itself (I think I dropped it and it fixed it XD). But for awhile now, it turns off whenever it damn well pleases. The rate at which it turns off is random - sometimes I'll turn it back on and it'll turn right back off like 4 or 5 times in a row. Sometimes it'll turn off because I clicked the unlock button. It definitely turns off any time I smack it or put pressure on it (though, oddly, a lot of times it DOESN'T if it falls from my pocket to the floor. Wtf). According to my phone insurance guy, I could pay the $40 and have a new phone tomorrow. Which is yay and convenient. Or, he said I was still under warranty and that it sounded defective and I have no cracks (some dents on the plastic but he said those didn't matter) and no water damage, so I could get it replace for the cost of shipping through T-Mobile. So I got transferred there. The lady at T-mobile said it was a battery issue, which is not covered under T-mobile and said to call Nokia because it IS covered under them. So. I'm waiting til 8 apparently to call.

I can see how it'd be a battery issue, because it'd turn off any time the connectors shifted away (hence when bumped). But! There doesn't appear to be damage to either my phone's plates or the battery's connectors. So I'm skeptical. Hrm!

I also emailed the woman we've been working with to get our lease signed. She said they'd be in contact this month, but Steve and I are eager to sign the lease and get the first month's rent out of the way. We're so excited to move allll our shtuff and buy things to help organize, such as shelving (including bookshelves, though Paul told me I could take the bookcase that resides at my parents' house that his dad made me a long time ago, which is zomg yay!!!! MOAR SPAISE FORE BUUUUKS) and maybe an armoire from an auction or thrift store to help manage our clothes, because I think in my excitement of the greatness of every other part of the apartment that I forgot to notice there was only one closet.

Interesting to note: since we've been feeding the cats higher-quality wet food (with a small bowl of dry food), they poop FAR less frequently. Like, at first we thought they were maybe having digestive issues associated with switching foods, but there's NO WAY they could backed up (in comparison) for a whole month! Like, they used to go several times a day, and now it's every other day or something. Okay, so the cans of wet food say to feed them one can per 3 pounds of cat... I can't IMAGINE them eating 5 cans a day EACH! They've been splitting like a can a day (plus whatever dry food they eat), and aren't crying for more food. Maybe they ARE having digestive issues. I don't know. They're also consuming a lot more water with the new fountain thing, which I keep in the bedroom and monitor like a hawk. Grim is still peeing poorly and licking himself a lot, but he's been quite active and playful, and eats and drinks normally, so I'm going to try not to stress TOO much about it. I still have the old bottle of anti-anxiety/muscle relaxing medication, the lower dose, in case I get worried enough that he needs help relaxing.

The one downfall I see in drinking so much tea is that I get all hydrated, so I notice IMMEDIATELY when I'm getting dehydrated XD Steve and I have started playing In The Groove again aka DDR. We need to pick up a new copy of DDR X because it somehow got scratched or something and freezes at the song I need to play in order to progress in the game (I'm at like 85%). They're only like $5. In the meantime then, ITG. After attempting a particularly difficult song, Steve was walking around the room, huffing and puffing, and I said,

"See don't you just wanna lay on the floor?" Cause that's what I do when I'm all huffy and worn out, and he retorted,

"I don't think a fitness regimen should include 15 minutes of exercise and 30 minutes of laying in an X formation!" XDDDD

Ah, long rambly entry is long and rambly. I should really do my paperwork; writing this took far longer than it should have, what with distractions and helping clients and generally wasting time. And HOMG I thought I lost this entry cause I accidentally unplugged the cable, but THANKFULLY it had been saving drafts. My heart almost stopped. @_@
spritechan: (Clannad - Mei curious)
Steve had to work at 7pm yesterday, so he and I ended up falling asleep at 10am. I got up at 3pm and planned on herbing in WoW for awhile, but Nate happened to be online and we ended up talking until Steve got up for work at 6pm. I laid down again at 7pm. I was so cold that I slept in an oversized hoodie, the comforter, and a double-thick fleece blanket. I woke up several times in the fetal position, with my two adorable fatties taking up the other half of the couch. I luff them so!

They are being ridiculous about their food right now. Mostly Grim, but Nero a bit, too. I've decided to buy soft food almost exclusively for them, so that I ensure they are getting proper water intake on top of their drinking water. Nero greedily chows down most of the time, but Grim usually turns his nose up at it and cries. Because of this, I also set out a small bowl of the dry stuff, which he will take a few bites of and then decide he doesn't want that, either. If it's not the kitty treats, then what is it?! I haven't given him any treats since he went all crazy that one day. Since he worries me to death I'm terrified that he's not eating, and that that is indicative that something is wrong with him D: I'm so panicky all the time about him!

On another note, my new technique of getting his pill full of my own spit before administering it is working like a charm. The last few times I've given him his pill (save once where he kept going "Pleh" and spitting it out, which was actually quite funny) I've only had to put it in the back of his mouth and he swallows like a champ! I guess it helps that he's never actually fought me on it - he lets me squish him to the ground and put my knees on either side of him so he can't back away, and he doesn't bite or scratch or run. He's so great!

I applied to one job last Friday, and I got an email for an interview THIS Friday. The title would be (Targeted) Case Manager. So! I'm really excited because she got back to me so fast, but I'm also terrified and apprehensive because while I AM qualified, I tend to assume that with the job market as it is, I'm up against at least equally qualified people. On the one hand, it'd be A LOT more responsibility. That's both exciting, scary, and new. On the other hand, my company tends not look favorably upon case managers. In fact, all of my practitioner colleagues actually appear to have contempt for case managers, and think they're often incompetent. I asked my boss Rebekah about it (oh my GAWD I just love her I wish she'd be back from maternity leave NOW but I don't think she's even had her baby yet but I'd marry her so fast), and she said that case managers often just have a very large, stressful caseload of about 50-60 clients, so it's sometimes hard for them to keep up with everything. She also said case managers are usually utilized for the "bad stuff" such as relapse, and don't get to see the growth that clients experience on the flip side, at places like here.

For example, a client's case manager is threatening to put him back in the hospital because it got back to her that he used drugs (I believe it was weed, and he's a recovering meth and heroin addict), because he talked about it in the Dual Diagnosis group our chemical dependency counselor hosts. My company stresses harm reduction - for example, using weed in place of meth is bad, but it's a reduction in the harm to his body, see? He hasn't used meth or heroin in MONTHS. PROGRESS. BABY STEPS PEOPLE. The case manager doesn't see that he's doing quite well otherwise, and thinks he's just always messing up. If I become a case manager I hope to help try to change that, or at least be good at what I do. It's still in mental health, yes, and it would likely be working with people FROM MY COMPANY, but I think it would be GREAT experience, and would allow me an easier time if I wanted to go to grad school in the future (as most nontraditional Master's programs around here have classes in the evenings, which I cannot attend with my current schedule). The scariest thing would then be trying to coordinate schedules with Steve. I don't know what the hours are for this position, but I would naturally assume "day" or "first shift" hours.

I was thinking about how sometimes one must dumb down their resumes to get a job, and I realized that I really don't know how to do that, what with being trained to overly talk myself up in them. My mom had to do that in order to get the job she's had for the past few years, because she had to go from being an office manager (her company was absorbed by Allianz, a very large company) to an office assistant. Granted, she's the executive assistant now, but that's neither here nor there. I know that dumbing down has to do with salary requirement fears, and that makes total sense, because right now, especially with all the bills I'm fronting for Grim, I won't take less than equal what I make now, which isn't even that much in comparison to jobs in other fields. Hell, Pat works as technical support, completely entry level, and he currently makes $6000/year more than I do! That ass! He totally texted me today saying, "Is it as much as I make??? Cause I like looking down on you and I don't want that to change". I woulda punched him if it were in person. XD

I painted my nails such a lovely color! )

P.S. I've changed my "Music" to "Sippin'", where I will be listing my drink at the moment, since I am far more often drinking something than listening to something!
spritechan: (TWEWY - Phones peek)
Err... Bre and I went to a drag show at a club called Gay 90's for her birthday. It was really fun, and Bre had reserved front row seats. It was very entertaining and funny.

The night before that I went to a stereotype party at Kiki's. She insisted that the stereotypes people came as were atypical of their normal selves. I dressed up chola style to match Joe, because we're both part Mexican but don't follow any of it.

We both look so gross... )

It was a fun time, except I was dizzy/stomach-achey the entire time without my glasses D: But it was a good chance to hang out with Pat and my rarely-seen friends.

Grim has been ridiculously affectionate lately. I looove it. He also became addicted to cat treats, as he would get one after each med dose. He seriously stopped eating all other food and has been crying at the filled dishes (when I refill them IN FRONT OF HIM). It took a little bit to figure out why he was mad at the current food, until I caught him trying to steal the treat bag like a drug fiend. XD So now, no more kitty treats. HE IS OUT OF CONTROL.

In other news, I just reached the second half of Final Fantasy VI, am slowly progressing through the Elite Four in SoulSilver (gotta beat it before White!!!!), and am almost level 72 in WoW.

I just ate the most AMAZING butternut squash ravioli lean cuisine.

I laughed so hard at this part in Scrubs (6:08-6:22). I probably thought it was so funny because Murphy gets so much crap about being a bad doctor.

Man I love that show!

Since I've been lackluster on my journal lately, I've decided to do a 30 Day Challenge )

Okay now off to do something productive.
spritechan: (Soot blink blink)

My phone takes washed-out pics and I was too lazy to edit this. But he was being cute!

...That's all I really have to say for today.

Kitty baby

Feb. 15th, 2011 09:12 pm
spritechan: (Sgt. Frog - Tamama closeup)

Pathetic kitty with shaved arm XD

I can already tell the difference in him from the last time. This hospital ain't cheap (Bill was $1600), but they were worth their money. He was not grumpy or loopy when I brought him home, whereas from Banfield he was groggy and flipping out and didn't want to move. Grim has bright eyes and is affectionate. He's eating pretty well (though he still won't touch the wet stuff - what kind of cat is he?!) and drinking, and he's had TWO normal pees. They told me that him never peeing more than drops for the last week was really concerning, and meant that his blockage was likely not corrected the first time. GRR!!!

They also gave me antibiotics and muscle relaxers along with painkillers this time. He's only gone to the litterbox twice with YAY success, versus all last week when he was basically LIVING in there with very little success. Of course, I was reminded a million times that he can get messed up again ANY SECOND, but I'm crossing my fingers that he's going to be good eating the special food.

I found someone to cover me on short notice for tonight which helps A LOT, because otherwise I'd be spending every second at work being worried. Not to mention I haven't slept yet - I took a nap from 11:30am-1:30pm but was too tightly wound to sleep after I heard I could take him home today.

At the moment, life is great. <3
spritechan: (Lost - Hurley list on arm for Jack)
I had a pretty awful day yesterday and ended up spending almost the entirety of the day at the vet and then the emergency clinic, and most of the time spent inbetween was through moping and sleeping.

Grimmy got blocked up again, and acted the same as last time: tried to pee, sat on the floor, meowed mournfully and gave me reproachful looks. When they looked at him they said he was worse than last time and they'd want to leave the catheter in for a few days. Money spent: $310. Then they recommended taking him to a 24-hour clinic nearby so he can be monitored at all times. What I didn't know was that this place is actually where the kings of the world visit when they want to stay at a hotel. The bill range for keeping Grim there? $1300 to $2500. Soooo... since the 5th I have spent a minimum of $2500 on this.

Now, money is just money. Grim is far more important to me than any money. HOWEVER. Vets here don't allow payment plans. They require everything up-front RIGHT NOW. So for people like me who make around $1000 every two weeks, it's going to hurt. People wonder why our society views pets as disposable. I would be sitting so pretty if I'd have just paid to put Grim down. And what happens if he gets sick AGAIN (which is, sadly, quite common) and I can't afford it? I couldn't even afford it NOW - the vet allowed me to open a $3000-limit credit line with a 27% interest rate if I don't pay it off quickly. I have enough if I use my credit cards and my entire savings, but I need to be able to pay my other bills and rent too. It's ridiculous and sad. 

Despite this bullshit, I still am steadfastly not going to give up on Grim. There is what's considered the "three strike rule" with his condition, and after the third blockage they recommend surgery. The surgery itself sounds horrific: they remove the most distal part of the penis and widen the opening, while creating a new urethra and bypass the old one. The issue again is: HOW MUCH DOES IT COST. Nowhere I've looked gives numbers, except for in Canada for $1200. Unfortunately, Canada is not the US and probably has better rates. Not to mention the healing process. I really, desperately hope it doesn't come to that.

I became very angry when I got an update from them. I didn't want them to do bloodwork, because last week it showed he was within normal ranges. I was told they "pretty much have to - no, they HAVE to." And, as I thought, it was FINE. I am a very aware parent, and I would not let him suffer. I mean, I was on constant alert, and he was still able to get some pee out, so I figured his kidneys were okay. And they are. And fuck you for taking my money. What I DID pay for that I didn't EXACTLY (on the outright) need to was to replace the catheter. They said that the one in him was very rigid and at risk for kinda making things worse with inflammation, so they "offered" to replace it with a softer one. In the call they said it was good I agreed because it was actually kinked and now he's more comfortable. Half the problem is that he's in pain and therefore his urinary sphincter closes as a reaction and prevents him from peeing. He needs to be comfortable in order to pee. It's a vicious cycle. Ugh.

Steve and I still went out to eat, a quiet lunch, and exchanged gifts (in a more subdued fashion than normal). I got him a tshirt with an adorable moogle on it and Epic Mickey (it was on sale on Amazon and I had a gift card), and he modeled, photoshopped, and framed an adorable inside cuteness. Instead of the big dango family, he made dangos with a danbo and made it the big danbo family using engrish and other cute phrases. It was adorable and great. I love homemade gifts. I also gave him a cute handmade card with Link and heart pieces and drew pictures and wrote all over it. Last year on our anniversary I bought him a card (my family is a family of Card Buyers) and he made me one that ended up being a billion times better, so I had to one-up him. Especially because he still makes fun of me for buying him a card ;)

He has been wonderful through all this. He wants to comfort me but I think I push him away, because a hug isn't going to fix my problems. Talking with him helps, and him being understanding about my need to feel these sad feelings and be depressed and sleep and sit on the floor of the shower and have a flat affect and appear cold is really helpful. He's there for me all the way, and I'm grateful for him.

Aaaanyway, I'm ridiculously depressed and mopey. Gonna eat some food and stare at the wall a lot wishing I could be home in bed. Keep Grim in your thoughts!
spritechan: (TTGL - Nia hug Simone cute)
Steve and I found a place we liked within that apartment complex. The first apartment we looked at was really bright and homey, but it was very small and one of the sinks was all rust-stained. And it was on the second floor. Steve realized that he wanted a ground floor apartment more than he'd originally thought when he discovered that intense DDR (or any DDR) wouldn't be an option. So we talked to the property company and were told there was a ground floor apartment in a different building on the property (it's like a little community of several apartment complexes with four apartments each mostly). Turns out the "apartment" used to be the office, so it has its own private entrance and doesn't appear to have any neighbors at all! It's far bigger than the other apartment, but it's a bit darker because it's kinda like a basement. The bedroom and the living room appear to be the same size, like 300 sq. feet each (minus a bit for the bathroom, which is inbetween the two rooms). There wasn't a fridge or stove, because they're being replaced (I like new things!), and the shower was janky, but the woman said it'd all be taken care of by the time we move in, in April.

Soooo excited!!! One thing I find really odd and quirky about the property is that each apartment appears to have two doors... which are next to each other. Ours is cool because one door goes to the living room and the other to the bedroom, and there's a third door that appears to go to the basement (aka no neighbors!!!). The other apartment we looked at, the doors were right next to each other. XD

As a present to the kitties I bought them a giant cat tower to replace the two they... broke. To be fair, they were from Wal-Mart and relied on being able to hold against the ceiling, and Nero liked to take flying leaps at it. And he's huge. So... that's why they broke. In half. XD I wanted something sturdier and bigger and something great to scratch on. Currently they just use an old base from their poor destroyed tower. Yep, housewarming gift for my cutie kitties.

Kitty and Red Forman, on cats:
Red: "Here's my problem with cats: best case scenario, you get the smartest cat in the world, he still craps in your house!"
Kitty: "Well it'd just be nice to have something to take care of!"
Red: "I'll tell you what, Kitty. Instead of getting a cat, why don't we all stop flushing? It's the same thing!"

I just discovered That 70's Show is up through season 8 on Netflix. Woo!

Anyway, I'm so excited for us to be able to put all of our things in the place! Our plan from now until April is to be super strict money-wise (with each getting one "splurge" within reason - Steve's will likely be on games, and mine will probably be on Bre's birthday because she wants to go to the Gay 90's [local gay bar] for drinking and the drag show) to save as much as we can, and also so I can start digging myself out from paying Grim's vet bill. Steve's sister is super into what we're going to put into the place and is trying to procure us a bunch of furniture. We've already got a kitchen table and chairs promised, and I want as many seating places as possible to make up for having basically no space for the last 2 years XD So I want couches!! I think we're going to end up with a couch and the bed in the bedroom, because we've gotten so used to sleeping on the couch, sleeping on a bed will be weird. It's nice to have both options.

I want it to be Friday! Payday! I love putting money towards bills.
spritechan: (FFIX Vivi)
Friday night was spent being anxious, while also having a Friends Group Fun Time for Joe's birthday. Pat really wanted to get Joe back for having to drink a really spicy blend of hot sauce on HIS birthday (it was a mugful, too), so with all this bitterness in mind, created a list of mean things to make Joe do. The only one that was vehemently put down by the group was Cat Hair Mustache as Joe is very allergic to cats.

This list of things Joe had to do were:
-Wear socks
-Boy-hug gauntlet
-Boondock Saints study and quiz
-Forced Instance in WoW
-Who's touching me?
-Passionate right-wing speech
-Singing Man in the Box on Rock Band
-30-second Rock Star Cola chug
and there were two we ended up being too lazy to do-
-10 second ultra run
-Drive around the block

So, Joe doesn't like being touched, hence the hug one and the "who's touching me" one. He had to be blindfolded for the latter, and the boys would take turns molesting him and he'd have to guess whose hands they were. The Forced Instance I would not have done, as the boys respec'd him to have terrible stats and put him as a tank in an instance, and he wasn't allowed to say anything but "sorry" if people complained. Oh, and he had to wear socks for the duration of the fun-time, because he NEVER wears socks.

The Boondock Saints and Man in the box were because he (and most in the friends group) HAAAATES those two things (Alice in Chains/93x bands aka rock in general, and cheesy-type movies). The notes he took on the movie were soooo funny. He just had to watch the intro because we were too lazy to find an actual scene. And his voice is NOT made for Alice in Chains songs. Soooo funny. He got bonus points for letting Pat "hold" his cell phone during the singing, and Pat sent texts to a bunch of people - his sister, his crush, one of his parents, a stoner, and some random person. The one to his sister (who he is NOT close to - he and his brother are adopted but the sister is the biological child) was saying they're getting older and should be closer, the one to his crush was a silly but cute like, "It's my birthday and I'm wishing I was seeing your pretty face" or something, I'm sure the one to the parent was like, "Sup bro?", the one to the stoner was saying they should totally toke up, and I can't remember what the random text said. Something like, "Happy birthday to you too I guess."

The "speech" he had to read was random copy-pastes from Sarah Palin's speeches, literally. Steve just clicked through her speeches and took sentences and parts of sentences and mashed them together. It was so funny. The 30-second rock star cola chug must've sucked. Imagine trying to quickly down a carbonated energy drink D: And he HATES rock star cola (me too). But then! Presents, and cake. He got Golden Sun: Dark Dawn from Steve, WoW Cataclysm from Pat, and I knit him a scarf. Faith and I made him an AMAZING cake, especially for literally splitting it in half and working on our respective sides.


It was a fun time.

In other news, Grimmy's doing a lot better but he's not home-free for another week or so. He's halfway through his painkillers though. It'll be good when he's off of them so he'll be more lucid. He's been making little piddles, but still hasn't pooped at all. But he was in very good spirits when I was getting ready for work at 11:30! He even ate a kitty treat - I bought them special urinary tract health treats ^_^

Steve, Nick, Joe Waid and I are all going to see Distant Worlds (Final Fantasy music, and Nobou Uematsu's gonna be there!) on June 26 in Chicago!! In light of this, I've decided to try to play as many of the FF games that are in the program as possible (there are two different shows - the one we're going to is here.), starting with Steve's favorite - FFVI :D Eeeee! It's super fun so far.
spritechan: (Grim it's been a long day)
I had a very stressful weekend. Scratch that, I'm still really stressed out.

On Friday Steve and I were planning Joe Waid's birthday stuff, when I noticed Grim was acting strangely. He was licking himself a lot, and then suddenly just hissed. At nothing. I immediately got very concerned. Steve and I watched him for awhile, and he pretty much was walking gingerly, tail tucked, and licking himself. Then came the occasional bursts of a meow I'm not familiar with: the mournful one. I laid him on the floor and felt his belly. At this point I thought maybe he'd eaten a rubber band or twist-tie. He didn't yowl until I got super low, so I thought maybe he had a UTI or bladder infection. Steve suggested we take him in on Monday. Right as I was going to agree to wait a bit, Grim meowed one of those really distressed meows. You know the kind - the low, scary-movie type. I decided that whatever our plans were, we were taking Grim to the vet first.

I set out the cat carrier a few minutes before Faith arrived, and he crawled right in. He didn't make a peep on the drive, and he hissed only once when the nurse tried to take his temp. He was very mellow, and loving. After Faith and Steve left to explore (it was a Banfield clinic in PetsMart), I was told he had a blocked bladder, and then I was shown this gigantic list of things needed to do to him. The doctor told me that he likely would have died if I waited to bring him in (this was later confirmed via Facebook stories from friends, and the internet) as a result of kidney damage, heart attack, or a burst bladder. I left him with them, and then was anxious the rest of the day worried about him. I'm not ready to lose him!

The vet called in the evening and said that his bladder needed a lot of pressure to unblock, but that his blood tests came out good, he only needed one X-ray and didn't have stones, and his kidneys were undamaged. Bottom line: I caught it way earlier than most people do. They kept him overnight with a catheter to see if his urine cleared up, and it did. The bad news: the bill was $825. When they showed me the estimate (which was $900), I almost fainted. That hurt, it really did. But I'd rather be set back than without a Grimmy.

Blocked bladders are almost exclusively in male cats, and a large number die as a result of their parents misunderstanding what's wrong with them. They are recommended to be put on a special diet (the bag I bought yesterday was ridiculously expensive, and I needed the prescription to purchase it). I was given Buprenorphine, a derivative of morphine, to give him three times a day to help with the pain from the catheter. As a result, Grim is uncharacteristically passive, won't eat or drink, and tries to pee every few minutes (sounds familiar to me and my UTIs). The drugs help with the irritation and keep him calm and euphoric.

On the other hand, Nero is treating him literally like he's dying. He won't go near Grim, hisses when he sees him, and is apparently trying to establish his role as the New King. I don't like it one bit.

P.S. Icon is his namesake.
spritechan: (Damn it feels good to be a gansta)
Whew! Steve and I got so much done this week in terms of moving my stuff! Everything left that needs to be brought is in a pile in my now-empty living room. All that's left for me to do with the apartment is fill in a couple holes in the walls with putty (I am terrible at being able to put pictures up straight so I often have a cluster of holes where I made adjustments!), give everything a cleaning (oven, bathroom, fridge being the most urgent), and set up appointments with carpet cleaners and the maintenance guys to look it over and see how much of my deposit I get back! Hopefully the only thing I will get charged for is that spot of carpet by the door where my vacuum sucked the lining off. They weren't very clear in how that actually works, but from what I gathered they just take what they need and give back the rest.

My cats are adjusting surprisingly well to the new place. They caterwauled the whole way to Steve's, and Grim appeared to have peed on himself a little on the ride, but otherwise when we got to the house, they just prowled for awhile, found the catbox and food, and were content. Nero was all "SHELVES! SHEEELVESSSSUHHHH! OMG YESSSS SHELVES!!!!111!!" And squeezed his chubby self onto as many different shelves as he could. The worst that's happened is when Nero, the doofus, decided to climb behind all of Steve's systems and TVs and got himself stuck into a corner. I thought cats' whiskers were supposed to tell them when they were too big to fit somewhere? Nero ALWAYS gets stuck places.

OMG OMG the FUNNIEST thing happened last night. Steve and I were playing video games, and Grim found a plastic Cub bag. Grim LOVES chewing on plastic bags but knows it's not allowed because I HATE that sound. So he decides to be sneaky and grabs the bag and runs out into the hall with it. We forget about him for a minute until we hear the loud CRUNCH-CRUNCH-CRUNCH of teeth gnashing on plastic. Steve leaves the room to find him and presumably snatch the bag away. A few minutes later he's not back, and I ask what's up. He says he can't find Grim. We spend the next 5 or so minutes searching for him, calling his name cutely to try to trick him... not a PEEP! Not even the sound of quiet shuffling plastic. Finally Steve goes BACK into his room and is like, "Omg, come here!" I look, and there behind the door, is Grim, hiding halfway inside the plastic bag, trying to be invisible. We laughed so hard! How can you be mad at the cleverness of a cat?

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