Mood:
happyNow Playing: "Fox and the Hound" - found Dearest Son a new F&H book, and he wants to see it over and over.
Yeah, it was one of *those* days. Where the day before, ya make all these 'tomorrow I'm gonna' plans, and you go to sleep thinking of what a grand day the next one will be.
My first indication that things weren't gonna go that way was Tuna's limp when she came in last night. It was bad. She couldn't use her visibly swollen right rear leg at all, and wouldn't let me near her. So I made sure her new litter box and dinner were close at paw, and left her alone for the rest of the night. But I knew I'd be at the vets - if I could find one to take her - for part of the day. Her favorite room is, of course, my studio. :)
Second was that I got very little sleep again. Coughing a lot. Since I was feeling better, I'd slacked off considerably on the medicine. Bad move. Now the gunk remaining was the stubborn, hard-to-eliminate kind, and the coughing you end up forcing from your chest is the type that makes strangers edge away from you while praying for your health. So I'm back on the nasty tussin-type stuff, at least until Friday. If this hasn't cleared up by then, it may be a serious issue, according to the label.
Third was that DSL was out again. And when it did work, it was flakier than gramma's finest pie crust. Beloved Hubby had a short list of some stuff I could do for him online, but it wasn't happening. So I called and got some guy I could barely understand, who mostly had me unplug the modem. Like I hadn't tried that six times in the last 24 hours. He then wanted me to unplug the phone and modem, and plug just the modem directly into the phone jack. Wouldn't that disconnect the phone, would they call me back ? No, he'd get another caller. So...wth ? Tried to puzzle it over with my 'customer service' rep, who basically couldn't help and it was OK with him that we'd be disconnected.
I noticed that the old wall-plug filter from our old place was on the desk. We were using a splitter-type one they'd sent us. I thanked the accented guy for his help, didn't want a work order ticket that might cost us $$$ unless I tried what I knew first, and unplugged the splitter. Plugged directly into the wall, the modem still didn't work. But plugging phone and modem into the filter, then securing the filter to the wall socket - that worked. It's been stable and super-fast all day. So forgive my bragging, but it's not often you can say you fixed the DSL all by yourself (even if my fix was dirt-simple !).
So I didn't get any of my grand sorting and unpacking and housework done. I barely even got the dishes to soak. Haven't been eating, which makes my stomach ache, and along with everything else, all I've really wanted to do all day is sleep. Which is what I did, twice, after Tuna's visit to the vet.
She's OK - didn't get hit by a car or throw her leg out of joint. She has an abcess on that paw, on the big center pad, and it's infected. She got a shot - I've never heard her make *those* sounds before ! - and had her temperature taken. That was really not something she enjoyed, either. A cat's normal body temp is 100.5 to 102.5 degrees. Tuna's was 104.5. It was odd to me, because she felt like she always does when she's on my shoulder or lap, not hot at all. Beloved Son's recent fever you could almost sense from the other side of the room.
By the time I got out of the vet's office, I was exhausted. All the pet dander and the effort of keeping Tuna from bolting came with a price tag. I only had an hour and a half before I had to pick up Dearest Son from school, and, you guessed it, I slept an hour and fifteen of it. Passed out again watching a movie later. Sad thing is, I could just lie down and go right under this very second.
I'd really intended to cheap-serge the new fabric, get the last of the doll stuff out of the garage and into the studio, sort a few additional boxes, and finish the kitchen cleaning from the weekend. Didn't do a bit of it. Oh, well. Provided my coughing improves, I know what my plans are for tomorrow !
