Oliver.

Back in Feburary my parents allowed me to adopt my own cat.  The adoption fee was $75.  Since we already own two other cats I wouldn’t need to worry about buying him cat food, cat litter, etc. until I’ve moved out.  However, this cat is costing more than I ever thought he would (I should not be surprised though.)  Our other two cats are also declawed and my cat is not.  He has already scratched up my mom’s brand new leather chair a bit and continues to do so on other furniture.  My parents wanted me to get him declawed, but the shelter that I adopted Oliver through had me sign a contract saying I would never declaw him.  And if I did declaw him and they found out, I would be fined $1000.  So I decided it would be best for Oliver to get a tenedonectomy instead.  The tendons in his front paws are cut so he cannot extend them.  This costs $470.  So I go to the vet and find that he was also not given all of his needed vaccinations.  This cost me another $190.  It’s like having my own child, though not quite as expensive.

And I find it funny because a couple weeks after I adopted Oliver, my work begins to schedule me a one 3 hour shift every three to four weeks.  So I basically have very little or no income right now.   However, I love Oliver dearly and am very glad that I did adopt him.  He is a very curious cat and tends to get into a lot of trouble, such as climbing ladders and sitting on top of bookshelves, but I still love him.  Also, since I adopted him I haven’t been getting very much sleep because he likes to either lay on my head or pounce on me whenever I move.

Visit to Urgent Care.

This morning at around 2:30 I woke up with incredibly excruciating pain in my abdomen; pain I have never felt before.   It was so bad I wished that I could just pass out.  I laid in my bed until 7:00, awake, unable to sleep because the pain was so bad.  I had to work today and tried to call in to tell my manager I couldn’t make it. No one ever answered. Finally at 9:00, when I am supposed to be at work, I get a hold of my manager.  This is the first time I have ever called in sick.  My manager is angry that I can’t come in and hangs the phone up on me.  I take two vicodin pain killers and it doesn’t do any good.  The pain feels like a knife stabbing at my stomach over and over.  My mom is trying to think of what could be causing me so much pain.  She finds that I have almost all the symptoms of appendicitis.  She takes me to urgent care and the doctors complete a blood test.  I find that my white blood cell count is very high; sign that there could be an infection.  I, of course, am flipping out.  The pain finally begins to go away.  My mom tells me that when the appendix ruptures, the pain is less (which doesn’t make sense).  My dad had told me earlier that if it does rupture, you can die.  I am really, really worried because I think that I am going to die.  The doctors do more tests and a cat scan.  Finally, several hours later, the doctor comes in with the news. And it is good. I do not have appendicitis or kidney stones.  Whew, thank goodness.   Just a really, really, really, bad stomach ache.  And I found it funny, because when I got back home, the pain was almost completely gone.

Starting Over.

It is that time of year again.  You know the time when you manage to get yourself to start  spring cleaning.  Well, I have decided to completely clean out my blog.  I found myself so behind in posting things on a weekly basis, that I decided I should just start over.