It's Just Today

This is the article I mentioned yesterday; it is very much worth reading. It's not from some oddball source, either; it's in The New York Times. (If it asks you for a username/password, you can register -- it's free -- or use library/library.)

I just posted another entry, a rant of sorts triggered by last night's presidential debate. But I thought I'd write a bit about real life as well. Not that it's all that exciting.

I really don't feel great, and haven't all summer. I won't go into the details, which are totally TMI, but some of it is the same old stuff, and some of it is the same less-old stuff, like my back hurting (I'm going to the chiropractor, like a good girl), and I think I'm starting to nervous up over next week's stress test. Even so, I'm pretty well convinced that there's nothing wrong with my heart. I'm thinking it's probably respiratory, since I can't walk up my basement steps without huffing and puffing. I'm going on Tuesday, and I figure a cardiologist can watch me take the test and will know at one point if he has to say "Hey lady, you need a pulmonologist," and there's one in the same office there, too. And then I'll stop by the gastro man on my way out. I've been taking the meds he gave me back in April, which are supposed to make me drowsy (which is why I don't take them more), but I need to go another day or two to see if there's improvement.

On another front, Boo the cat is doing pretty well, but let me tell you: he stinks to high heaven. He can no longer clean himself properly, and he squirms away if we try to clean him so we can only get a little section at a time. I'm reluctant to grab him and hold him tight because he probably weighs only four pounds at this point, maybe a bit more, and is all bones, so I'm literally afraid that I'll break him. He never sits or sleeps on the actual furniture, because everything is covered with towels, which I change all day, as necessary, but the smell is starting to get to me a bit. Poor little guy, it can't be nice for him, either. Gotta try again when he wakes up.

So I did cut down my estrogen, starting Saturday, and I think that's accounting for some of the tension I'm feeling, since there's no real reason for it. I've been sleeping okay so far, but I guess that could change. It takes forever for me to wake up in the morning, and I'm dragging all day long. I did manage to straighten up the living room today and make a trip to recycling, but actually clean? I'll think about it tomorrow, Scarlet.

I thought I had more to write, but my head is totally not clear. Maybe a bit later, if I can think straight.

UPDATE: Lest you think I am ignoring my baby, as soon as I posted, I gave him a nice warm sponge-bath with a soft washcloth, trimmed off a lot of yucky fur places, and washed him all over with nice-smelling cat wipes and gave him a good combing. Part of his problem is that he loves to be groomed so much that he writhes in pleasure and won't hold still, so everyplace is hard to reach. And I changed the towels again, too.

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