Kitty's In The Hospital (And Life Sucks)
a brief update
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I'm not prepared to say this is the worst year of my life, but I've never before had a year when every single month had something majorly rotten happen in it.
And it's accelerating! Let's see how many sorry things we can stuff into that pathetic sod's life this week!
The two worst this week are my computer burning out and my cat being hospitalized.
If I'm analyzing the computer situation correctly, the power supply decided to step out for a smoke, realized it was screwed in, and lit up right there on my desk, screwing me in. I've painfully devolved to my previous computer -- all 120 megahertz, 40 Megs of ram, and whoping 512 Megs of hard drive space (with 4 Megs actually available!) of it. I know you're jealous. Don't those specs just make you salivate? I bet you too wish you could wait 2 minutes per JU page to render. Well, she's all mine, boys! Ya can't have her!
Obviously the shitiest thing about it is that all my work and current software (including my spell and grammar checkers, so please excuse the many inevitable mistakes) are on my hi-tech paper weight. I feel lost at sea.
Most people would either a) buy a new computer, or
hunt down a power supply and swap the sucker out. Not me! Nope, those who follow along with my misadventures will remember my financial crisis of a few months ago. I don't have a spare penny. And it just got critical, because of the week's shitiest happening...
I had to take my cat to the veterinary hospital tonight. He developed a urinary tract blockage. He couldn't urinate and was growing progressively listless.
Now, I don't know if you've ever been poor and sought medical help for an animal but (and I will no doubt write a scathing rant about this) most vets are a heartless bunch of money grubbing scum. Practically every one I called wouldn't even speak to me until they had some green spread on their palms. One said to bring him in, till he found out I didn't have any money. Then he suggested I force water down the cat's throat with an eye dropper, and hung up. I couldn't help but wonder how putting water into the cat would help when there was no way for it to come back out.
I finally found a vet who would look at him. They even worked things out so I only had to pay $150 up front and then work out something for whatever the balance may be. So at 9:30 last night, I shoved Fuzzy into a cardboard box and headed out for the next town, down a dirt road, and found the animal hospital.
I don't know how long he's going to be there, but he's expected to be all right.
But I'll be damned if I can pay the bill. After some excellent fundraising on my part, and a new income source kicked in, my crisis left me about $150 short a month. I had just worked it out so I would be okay through October. I hoped to replace the $150/month by then. Now I'm screwed. I'm not only not okay through October, I'm not sure I'm okay at all -- and I still have God knows how much of a bill I can't pay. (They don't hold the cats hostage till they're paid, do they? This isn't like some sub-contractor shake down where they now hold a lien on him, is it?)
I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do. I hate me and my damn chronic illness. And right now I hate life.
Life Sucks.
And you can quote me.
And it's accelerating! Let's see how many sorry things we can stuff into that pathetic sod's life this week!
The two worst this week are my computer burning out and my cat being hospitalized.
If I'm analyzing the computer situation correctly, the power supply decided to step out for a smoke, realized it was screwed in, and lit up right there on my desk, screwing me in. I've painfully devolved to my previous computer -- all 120 megahertz, 40 Megs of ram, and whoping 512 Megs of hard drive space (with 4 Megs actually available!) of it. I know you're jealous. Don't those specs just make you salivate? I bet you too wish you could wait 2 minutes per JU page to render. Well, she's all mine, boys! Ya can't have her!
Obviously the shitiest thing about it is that all my work and current software (including my spell and grammar checkers, so please excuse the many inevitable mistakes) are on my hi-tech paper weight. I feel lost at sea.
Most people would either a) buy a new computer, or
hunt down a power supply and swap the sucker out. Not me! Nope, those who follow along with my misadventures will remember my financial crisis of a few months ago. I don't have a spare penny. And it just got critical, because of the week's shitiest happening...I had to take my cat to the veterinary hospital tonight. He developed a urinary tract blockage. He couldn't urinate and was growing progressively listless.
Now, I don't know if you've ever been poor and sought medical help for an animal but (and I will no doubt write a scathing rant about this) most vets are a heartless bunch of money grubbing scum. Practically every one I called wouldn't even speak to me until they had some green spread on their palms. One said to bring him in, till he found out I didn't have any money. Then he suggested I force water down the cat's throat with an eye dropper, and hung up. I couldn't help but wonder how putting water into the cat would help when there was no way for it to come back out.
I finally found a vet who would look at him. They even worked things out so I only had to pay $150 up front and then work out something for whatever the balance may be. So at 9:30 last night, I shoved Fuzzy into a cardboard box and headed out for the next town, down a dirt road, and found the animal hospital.
I don't know how long he's going to be there, but he's expected to be all right.
But I'll be damned if I can pay the bill. After some excellent fundraising on my part, and a new income source kicked in, my crisis left me about $150 short a month. I had just worked it out so I would be okay through October. I hoped to replace the $150/month by then. Now I'm screwed. I'm not only not okay through October, I'm not sure I'm okay at all -- and I still have God knows how much of a bill I can't pay. (They don't hold the cats hostage till they're paid, do they? This isn't like some sub-contractor shake down where they now hold a lien on him, is it?)
I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do. I hate me and my damn chronic illness. And right now I hate life.
Life Sucks.
And you can quote me.
