Yesterday And An Overview

Let’s see . . .  Overview since Open Diary went down . . .  Well, I think it was on Wednesday, I signed on to my other screen name and saw that Jill was on with no away message/sleep icon.  I sent her a message that basically said it was me, I’d heard she wanted to talk and wanted to find out if that was actually the case and if not, I’d leave her alone.

Unfortunately, Mike was on at the same time with no away message/sleep icon, so for all I know, she could have been saying, "Hey, Mike, do you know this person?"  "Oh, yeah, that’s one of Kate’s screen names."

I don’t know.  But after about five minutes, she answered and we talked for a bit, though she asked if she could say she what she’s wanted to later on since she had a big day the next day and it was already somewhere around eleven.  I’ve got no problem with that, and said it’d probably be a better idea that we were both clear headed and awake to talk.  I did request that while I know she might tell hiom about it afterwards, and I’m aware I have no control over how much she tells him, that she doesn’t tell Mike about this until after we’ve talked.  Things went down the way they did between us without his involvement, and I’d like the resolution to be the same way.  Without him.  She answered "Fair enough," which I’m not entirely comfortable with, since it’s not exactly a yes.  More just a "that’s logical" kind of statement, where she could be going and saying whatever to him in the meantime.

Yeah, I admit it, I don’t trust her.  Moreso, however, I don’t trust him.  And I know what he at least was like with me concerning things like that.  He always had to take some measure of control, give his opinion, or something.  I don’t want his words out of her mouth the way he did so often with me.  I want to know what she has to say.

Well, we’re supposed to talk this weekend, so I guess we’ll see what happens.  I’m willing to listen, to be honest, I’ve been willing, but I’m also not gonna skimp over anything I have to say, either.  If she can deal with the honesty I’m gonna give her, who knows?  Perhaps we’ll come to a peaceful resolution.  If not, we won’t, and I’ll forget about it.  I’ll know I tried, but I don’t have the patience to deal with people who can’t accept honesty anymore.

And I do know the irony in my statement.  Because I truly have no idea what she wants to say to me.  So for all I know, it may well also be a matter of me dealing with what she’s saying to me.  I know that she supposedly regrets how things went down between us, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t things where she’d say, "You know, this was something you did that really pissed me off."

All in all, I guess we’ll see what happens.  I took the first step and contacted her, because to be honest, I was tired of waiting.  Like I believe I wrote before, if you’re gonna want to contact someone, or do something like that, you do it.  You don’t waste your time, talking about how you’d like to with other people.  You’re either gonna do it, or you’re not.

I suppose that’s one of the main things I’ve learned in the past few years.  Anticipation of something is worse than the actual event.  Anticipation will kill you, honestly, because you imagine so many things that can go wrong.  People rarely imagine what can go right.  So I’ve cut out the anticipation in my life for the most part.  I come up with a plan, and I do it.  I don’t fool with, "Well, maybe I should do this, what do you think?"

On another subject, I’ve finally, (well, Rob and I both,) have finally convinced my parents that Powder needs to be taken to the vet.  See, when I was in seventh grade, (God, that was fourteen years ago!) near the end of it, this cat started hanging around our house.  We only had Scratchy at the time and thought, "Hey, maybe it would be nice to have a second cat."  Well, we never did adopt that one, but we adopted the three little tufts of fur that were out in our yard for the summer.  Those became Pepper, Sammi, and Stevie.  Then she had three more kittens, two of which we gave away, and one became Tigger.  Then these guys at my bus stop, (I was in eighth grade then,) brought this kitten by and she became Powder.  Tigger and Powder ::finger motion and whistle:: and had five kittens.  We kept one, gave the other four away.  One went to my uncle, and has unfortuantely died because of cancer.  So, at this point, we have Scratchy, Pepper, Sammi, Stevie, Tigger, Powder, and Jerry.  Then these other two cats started hanging around our house and they became Rusty and Gray.  So, yeah.  Nine bloody cats.  Eesh.

Well, since, both Scratchy and Rusty have died, (the two I would have broght with me when I moved out.  Wah,) so we just have the seven.  Except for the occasional barf, (which I’ve read is actually fairly common and not something to necessarily worry about in cats,) they were pretty healthy.  Well, since I’ve come back, Jerry looks like a freakin’ alien, though I admit, he was always funny looking.  It’s just been accentuated by how normal Merry and Pippin look as opposed to what he looks like.

Anyway, when I saw Powder, Tigger, and Gray, I knew that unless something was done, those three are gonna be dead within a year, if that.  Gray just doesn’t look good.  She’s lost enough weight that her stomach is caving in up around her back and her fur just doesn’t look good.  Tigger looks like a Holocaust cat, he’s that thin.  But Powder . . .

She’s the one my parents have finally taken notice to.  Cuz the other two are eating, so according to my parents, "they must be fine."  Ugh…  But Powder, she wasn’t coming to get food, her weight is all the excess skin from pregnancy now, she’s actually thin, she’s weak and can’t even jump up on the couch without help, she pretty much stopped taking care of herself and is covered in fleas and flea residue.  (We had a flea problem recently.  Luckily, it seems to have died out, but seriously, you should have seen how many fleas my dad got off her in one swipe with the flea comb.)

But finally today my dad called the vet and made an appointment for her.  I mean, hell, I was reading this cat book, and some of her symptoms point to the possibilities of gum disease, some kind of stomach problem, worms, and those are just some of the simpler ones!  From Tigger’s symptoms, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was anemic.

I understand my parents’ reluctance to go to the vet, because it seems every time we do, they never figure out what’s wrong but charge us an arm and a leg, or they charge us an insane amount, and can’t see anything wrong physically, or they don’t know what’s wrong, and we come home with a dead animal.  But there have been times we’ve at least known what’s wrong.  Rusty and Uncle Bill’s cat, for two.  Which doesn’t bode well, either, because they both had cancer, which is catchable between cats in a multiple cat household.  Signs of others having it

show up anywhere from a few weeks to three years after they catch it.

On to what else happened yesterday, aside from us convincing my parents to take Powder to the vet finally.  I got woken up around eleven because my dad came in the house from his studio saying that Rob was on the phone.  He’d walked to Wawa’s to turn in an application, (which the guy said he’d keep on file, thank you, bye bye.)  Anyway, he’d had a seizure on the way back, near the bank, and was taken to the hospital.  I was like, "What!?" and got up and sprinted to the phone.  He was at Bayshore, (ugh,) and asked if I could come there.  So I did and found my way to his room.  He looked pretty much the way he did when he had a seizure before work one day in Wichita and they made him go to the hospital.  The main difference, though, was this: In Wichita, they said ‘okay, you’re awake, you’re aware, your blood levels are good, let’s get you out of here.’  (Admittedly, he was still on pheno at the time.)  This time, in Bayshore, they were going to do an MRI, EEG, and all those other kinda tests for him.  Now, except for the cost, that doesn’t sound so bad, except it means he’d have been there for most of, if not the entire day.  The thing that I find unbelievable is that when I got there, we were alone in the room, and I said to not let them do anything else to him, let’s just try and get out of there.  So he told a nurse that he didn’t want anything else done when she came in, he didn’t want any tests done.  Her response?  "Oh, really?  ::Looks out the door::  Hey, cancel the tests for this one."

They were going to take him away for all these things and not even bother to tell him!

He’s okay, aside from a couple bruises and hurt areas, but that’s to be expected.  Thank God it’s his left side that gives out on him.  Cuz he fell into the grass yesterday.  You know, as opposed to the, oh I don’t know, highway?  So, thank God it’s his left side that gives out first . . .

They wanted to put him back on pheno, which is another difference besides here and Kansas.  Kansas: "You’re not on pheno anymore?  How’s that working?  …  Well, you know, you can go back on it, or there are other medications you can try, (names a couple,) but if you’re all right without it, it’s up to you."  New Jersey: "You’re off of pheno?  You need to be on it.  It will control your seizures, and you shouldn’t be without medication."

Also, yesterday, I got my New Jersey license renewed and I’m going back to work today.    Happy Hedgehog!