February 14th, 2008

forest, miles to go, misty

one of those days

Yeah, some days aren't worth the effort of chewing through the restraints.

Today seems to be shaping up to be one of those days.

(And no, actually, it's not holiday angst. It's the way the week has gone collided with some rather melancholy thoughts. I may post about them later.)
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Can has kittens.

Two kitties, one chair

The folks who hang on my IRC channel have occasionally seen gibberish come across their screen as a kitten walked across the laptop keyboard. That’s Ebony, and she’s the all black kitten in back. She has a paw draped over her sister, but it’s kinda hard to tell because of black on black problems.

The kitten in front is Curly, so named because her tail is kinked, and when she was little, it was curly like a pig’s tail. She’s much less daring than Ebony (and thus not prone to type on IRC), but she’s a real sweetheart when you approach her on her terms.

The two of them came into my life about a month ago, when their owner had a bit of a desperate situation and needed to get out fast, which meant we ended up providing a place to stay for three kitties (the two kittens and their momma). But their owner has found a better situation, and kitties are going to be leaving tomorrow. I’ll miss them.

Since it’s hard to see Curly in this picture, I’ll provide another here (or under the cut, for LJ syndication).

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Can has kittens.

The folks who hang on my IRC channel have occasionally seen gibberish come across their screen as a kitten walked across the laptop keyboard. That’s Ebony, and she’s the all black kitten in back. She has a paw draped over her sister, but it’s kinda hard to tell because of black on black problems.

The kitten in front is Curly, so named because her tail is kinked, and when she was little, it was curly like a pig’s tail. She’s much less daring than Ebony (and thus not prone to type on IRC), but she’s a real sweetheart when you approach her on her terms.

The two of them came into my life about a month ago, when their owner had a bit of a desperate situation and needed to get out fast, which meant we ended up providing a place to stay for three kitties (the two kittens and their momma). But their owner has found a better situation, and kitties are going to be leaving tomorrow. I’ll miss them.

Since it’s hard to see Curly in this picture, I’ll provide another here (or under the cut, for LJ syndication).

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What a week.

Sunday morning dawned bright and early with me hovered over the toilet bowl Collapse ) It was not joyous being me on Sunday.

I took Monday off work. Good thing, because I was still gooey, and on the slight chance this was a stomach bug, I didn't need to be passing it around at work. Jill comes down sick with it later that evening, and Mom soon follows. Dad comes home, to find all three of us asleep and no dinner and gets slightly upset at Mom until she can get out 'We're siiiiiick.' Later that evening, I feel well enough to attempt eating Sunday night's dinner; spent all night paying for it with my stomach heaving around like a ship in a hurricane. Thankfully, this time we managed to keep things from going out the in door.

Tuesday, I show up on a conference call for work, but am still ick, so I decide not to go to accounting class that night. Wise move. Dad comes home from work early, and ends up retching as well, and at one point we find him asleep on the floor of the bathroom. Let me note that Dad never gets sick. That made me realize that it was a highly virulent stomach bug and probably not food poisoning.

Wednesday, I get up and go sit in the bathtub. I was at about 75% of normal, and Wednesdays are my normal telecommuting days, so Mom suggests not trying to to make it to the office and instead working from home. This I do, and Mom even seems to be more chipper, so things seem to be going well. But towards the end of the afternoon, she starts feeling worse and asks me to go to the store to fetch cough syrup for her. No problem. We take her temp before we leave, and find it's 100.5. High but not hideously high. When we get home from running errands, we find it's spiked to 101.7. Oh dear. Advice nurse suggests calling for an appointment in the morning. Okay.

Today is the day everything went to flipping heck. I worked from home four hours, which combined with the two hour conference call on Tuesday made up for Monday's sick day. There are no appointments at Mom's doctor. Typical of the US healthcare system, really. Don't forget, best healthcare in the world! ;P So she waits for me to finish up, and I get ready to take her. We got here at three PM, waited in the triage line for forty minutes, and within five minutes of having taken Mom's vitals, asks us to step aside to get an EKG. EKG is taken, and based on those results, a room is found for Mom immediately. It's the first time I've been to UCD Med's ER and not had to wait hours and hours in the waiting room. To be frank, it's a little nervewracking when things don't go to expectation. However, it'll be a while. I decide to skip class again. Some things are more important.

So she gets treated pretty fast, and by seven, it doesn't look like it's pneumonia, and it doesn't look like it's a heart attack. However, the IV kinked, and the saline solution they wanted to give her hadn't done anything. They fix it, Dad shows up, I go to dinner, and when I come back, it doesn't look like it's drained at all. Turns out the line kinked again. *sigh* Anyway, point is, they weren't going to let her go until the saline finished, and then Mom goes and spikes a 39 degree fever. (That's Celsius, btw --- it's about 102.2F.) A urine sample comes back clean. Not an infection lurking there...

Doctors are now baffled. They order a CAT scan (because Cats can be deadly, and all your base belong to him) to make sure it's not a blood clot in her lung. They also give her antibiotics. And more saline. Mmm, saline. Where was I? Oh yeah, right here in the ER, waiting for mom to get back from her scan. Okay.

Anyway, short of it is that the docs don't know. At this rate, she's probably going to get to spend the night upstairs. Oh yeah, and the dishwasher and the garage spring both broke. What a day, eh?

And I still have to work tomorrow. Wish me luck.