The fun began yesterday when I missed a a four o'clock interview.
I don't generally schedule phone interviews this late, because I'm usually engrossed in correcting homework (which is where I'm heading as soon as I post this blog). So after listening to Daniel's comments about why British comedy is better than American comedy (which it is), I ran upstairs to show him a Goodies commericial on YouTube and saw a Facebook message from the very nice vampire author I had stood up. Luckily, she was very understanding and still free for a conversation.
No sooner had I hung up the phone than Faith, the calico cat who bit me in October, appeared out of nowhere. Now Faith had had a mild stomach bug on Friday, so I had canceled my evening plans to take her to the vet, and she repaid the kindness by hiding in the attic cubbyholes (The mess in my attic office, which I haven't had to time to reorganize, still attests to how hard we tried to lure her out).
Meaning I went to the vet for the medication, and she stayed home where it was safe. After that, I went to THREE stores to find the best price on generic Pepcid and a non-flavored electrolyte solution that wasn't orange (which would taste really disgusting when mixed with cat food, even for a cat).
Now Faith gets these little bugs once a year, which fall into this predictable pattern: Faith gets sick, vomits a few times, then refuses to eat or drink for fear of vomiting. This means force dropping two medications into an willing mouth to soothe her stomach, then force-feeding her a special soft food mixed with electrolyte solution for nourishment and fluids, and then, in a couple of days, adding an appetite stimulant to coerce her to eat real food again.
Faith, knowing the routine, stayed pretty much in hiding since Friday, so when she appeared, she was noticeably dehydrated. I immediately snatched her up and called the vet, who told me to bring her in right away for IV fluids, which we did, on a car with the gas gauge in the red zone. On the way home, the back brakes failed.
Fortunately, my oldest son Christopher was home grillling chicken and had just sold a laptop that day (He owns a computer repair business). Proceeds went toward the brakes ($23.36), which he fixed that night (and added a quarter tank of gas so he could safely take a test drive) and a new phone for me, mainly so I can take credit cards at the mall show this weekend, but really because the kids are tired of sending text messages for me.
At eight o'clock, Midnight didn't show up for kitty suppertime, so we spent a hour combing the property looking for her, all to no avail. Finally, we gave it up for the night and, at ten-thirty, wrestled another meal into Faith. That's when Midnight nonchalantly strolled into the room.
Today, so far, has been rather low-key. I'm learning to work the new phone--I can send and receive calls, text messages, and, somewhat, manipulate the music player. I'm almost caught up on work (although I'm still woefully behind in editing Visage), but tomorrow I will either get a late start (which will make me cranky and behind) or be overly tired (which will just make me plain cranky), but either way I don't care.
Because tonight, from nine o'clock to midnight, the recording of Bryony the audio book begins. I, for one, can hardly wait!!!
I don't generally schedule phone interviews this late, because I'm usually engrossed in correcting homework (which is where I'm heading as soon as I post this blog). So after listening to Daniel's comments about why British comedy is better than American comedy (which it is), I ran upstairs to show him a Goodies commericial on YouTube and saw a Facebook message from the very nice vampire author I had stood up. Luckily, she was very understanding and still free for a conversation.
No sooner had I hung up the phone than Faith, the calico cat who bit me in October, appeared out of nowhere. Now Faith had had a mild stomach bug on Friday, so I had canceled my evening plans to take her to the vet, and she repaid the kindness by hiding in the attic cubbyholes (The mess in my attic office, which I haven't had to time to reorganize, still attests to how hard we tried to lure her out).
Meaning I went to the vet for the medication, and she stayed home where it was safe. After that, I went to THREE stores to find the best price on generic Pepcid and a non-flavored electrolyte solution that wasn't orange (which would taste really disgusting when mixed with cat food, even for a cat).
Now Faith gets these little bugs once a year, which fall into this predictable pattern: Faith gets sick, vomits a few times, then refuses to eat or drink for fear of vomiting. This means force dropping two medications into an willing mouth to soothe her stomach, then force-feeding her a special soft food mixed with electrolyte solution for nourishment and fluids, and then, in a couple of days, adding an appetite stimulant to coerce her to eat real food again.
Faith, knowing the routine, stayed pretty much in hiding since Friday, so when she appeared, she was noticeably dehydrated. I immediately snatched her up and called the vet, who told me to bring her in right away for IV fluids, which we did, on a car with the gas gauge in the red zone. On the way home, the back brakes failed.
Fortunately, my oldest son Christopher was home grillling chicken and had just sold a laptop that day (He owns a computer repair business). Proceeds went toward the brakes ($23.36), which he fixed that night (and added a quarter tank of gas so he could safely take a test drive) and a new phone for me, mainly so I can take credit cards at the mall show this weekend, but really because the kids are tired of sending text messages for me.
At eight o'clock, Midnight didn't show up for kitty suppertime, so we spent a hour combing the property looking for her, all to no avail. Finally, we gave it up for the night and, at ten-thirty, wrestled another meal into Faith. That's when Midnight nonchalantly strolled into the room.
Today, so far, has been rather low-key. I'm learning to work the new phone--I can send and receive calls, text messages, and, somewhat, manipulate the music player. I'm almost caught up on work (although I'm still woefully behind in editing Visage), but tomorrow I will either get a late start (which will make me cranky and behind) or be overly tired (which will just make me plain cranky), but either way I don't care.
Because tonight, from nine o'clock to midnight, the recording of Bryony the audio book begins. I, for one, can hardly wait!!!
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