Well. Yesterday was kind of a frustrating day. My inner two-year old has finally stopped with the temper tantrum about it all, however, now that it is all fully vented about. In case my angst-driven post seemed a bit over the top, here is a little more background to everything that led up to it.
So, as I mentioned, I’d had a doctor’s appointment in the morning. What I didn’t mention was that the doctor stuck a long scope-thingy in my nose, and down my throat. So pleasant! You might be a little cranky after a morning like that, too. But, it will all be worth it when you see how your kids are suitably grossed out by the photos of your vocal cords and the inside of your nose!
After that appointment, I needed to call and make an appointment for a different procedure, and I am not exaggerating when I say that it took me more than 30 minutes just to schedule the appointment. Noel is my witness; 30+ minutes just to schedule an appointment.
After that, I had to call and cancel a different doctor appointment, and then call yet a third doctor’s office to make an appointment there. Also, I had a question, that apparently only the doctor could answer, so I had to wait for her to call me back. When she did, she answered my question, and then she gave the phone number for the outpatient center so I could call and, yep, schedule yet another appointment.
In the midst of all this telephone gymnastics and calendar juggling, I got a call from our vet. She was calling to check on our cat, Missy, whom we’d brought in a few weeks earlier.
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Backstory:
Upon arriving home from our trip to St. John, we noticed that Missy was behaving oddly. And by oddly, I mean, she was being friendly and personable. No really; that is a marker of ‘very strange behavior’ for that cat. Remember? She’s the one who bit me and sent me to the ER for antibiotics. Anyway, one night when we had some friends over for dinner, Missy jumped up in my friend’s lap. This was pure Crazy Town. Missy is never friendly to anyone but Noel, so we knew this was a clear sign that she was not right in the head.
She was also being very food aggressive. Not about cat food, but about human food. She lunged at the bowl of cereal I was holding and eating on the sofa one morning, and we also noticed her jumping up on the kitchen table, prowling around and hoping to get lucky. This, too, was very strange behavior for her.
Well. Those symptoms alone would have been enough to warrant a call to the vet, but she also appeared to be breathing somewhat erratically, and in kind of a labored way. So. We took her to the vet.
Three hours and two hundred-ish dollars later, we found out she has hyperthyroidism. We now give her thyroid medication every night. And the party just doesn’t stop around here, people.
Anyway. Back to the phone call from the vet.
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The vet was calling to see how she was responding to the thyroid medication, and also to remind us that Missy really should be brought back in to have her thyroid levels rechecked, to see if her medication needed to be adjusted at all, and….could she just go ahead and schedule that appointment for me?
Sigh. Of course.
As I was checking my calendar for a date for the appointment, I happened to recall that just last week, we had gotten a reminder card from the same vet for Lena: she is due for her rabies vaccine, and well…..could I just bring them both in together? And, do you have Saturday hours (*fingers crossed*)?
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Next week, we have an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon for Carsten’s arm; an appointment with the vet; and an appointment for me. It is also Groundhog Day. (Note to Punxsutawney Phil: Dude, we need some sun, stat!) (Look at me, getting all medical on the groundhog!)
Do yourself a favor, and don’t invite me to lunch any time soon. Not only would I have trouble squeezing you into my calendar, in between doctor appointments, vet appointments and my trips to the gym, but also, I have nothing to talk about but my cats and my medical woes.
And thus, it is official: I am old.
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Today, I am baking a root beer cake, after I go to the gym. I know! Root beer. Those two things, combined with no more scope-thingies in the nose = the makings of a Good Day.
Sorry you had a frustrating week. If that cake is any good can I have the recipe?
Thanks, Jen. I have only tasted the batter so far, but if that is any indicator, it’s going to be awesome. I’ll happily share the recipe with you. I’ll see if I can scan it and send it that way.
awesome! My email is jenplecki@yahoo.com
As long as you do not start to talk about that it was better in the aul days, that your foot is cramping, that today’s youth are a disgrace, that your doctor is better than your neighbors doctor, any mentioning about garden flowers and coupons….. (I could go on but then I also run the risk of including my own stuff here and we can’t have that now…) Anyway, my point is… if you do ALL that… then you are old.
By the way, old people do not go to the gym so you are safe.