Gettin' better...
Rather than starting at the end, now (hopefully), when I do indeed feel better and trying to tell this story backwards, lem'me start when this did... in earnest.
Now, I don't know how much I've related lately about PAWS, but this lady is goin' like wildfire here lately. I think it was Wednesday when she took three more cats.Brought two back.
The third, frankly, I expected to die.
That'd be "Missy".
I think she's had kittens before, but this time, it was bad.
None of the kittens lived more than a day.
She didn't clean them, herself or anything else.
It was Tuesday night, I believe (man, having been so out of it for so long, my memory is fried, y'all...), that she had 'em.
Wednesday morning, the PAWS lady called.
By the time she showed up later that night, I'd decided to send "Missy" along because she needed lots more help than I could give her.
They kept her for two days, gave her what she needed to get better and did wind up spaying her.
She did have an infection, but it wasn't that bad... couldn'ta been or they'd not have done her.
Anyway, they bring back two cats, take another two to be done and they were all supposed to be home, Missy included, Friday night. So, I was hurtin' by then, but, I held it together til after this got done.
I vaguely remember her giving me medicine for two cats and I also remember writing what she said on the boxes, thank God. She leaves and shortly thereafter, I'm in hell. By 10pm, I'm in the bathroom.
I'd brought a soda with me, thinking if I could burp, it'd help. Wrong. Thank God, I only took two small sips of it, because that's what I threw up later. *shudder* That was around 3am and by then I'd already started making my "bed" in there. Towels piled one on top of another, huuuge towels, too.
Found a blanket in the closet, used that too.
All that shit and still I'm sore, as I type, from having laid there for so long.
(And, I haven't picked it up yet, either, because I'm not 100% yet and I know if I do dismantle the nest in the bathroom, I'll end up needing it again, so... peese on that for now.) Anyway, I spent thirty hours alternating between laying on my pile of crap on the floor, moaning and sitting on the toilet, moaning. Everytime I expelled anything (and I only had that one bout of puking, sooo...), I did feel it back off the tiniest bit. After a while, the pain started breaking up, coming in waves, instead of being full on all the time, like it had been. Shortly after that, the pain once again became what it was created for... a warning, in this case anyway, to go back to sitting on the toilet, quick. HOWEVER.... (I do wish Rob was here to read this next lil part, because, if it weren't for him, I'd just skip this detail, but... hell with it...) However, in trying to get up, putting any kind of strain on my abdominal muscles not only hurt, it also caused my ass to get started before I was exactly ready. Twice. Not a lot, but any is enough, no? (Thanks a lot Rob, now people everywhere are simultaneously barfing and wondering about me...) Aaaanyway... I got better QUICK at figuring out what the different pains meant. Oh and by the way?
Thank God there's a bathroom in the barn, not 20 feet from here.
Jr. and George didn't bother me once in all those thirty hours.
Eric? *giggle* I wanted to kill him. Without fail, if I managed to doze off for a bit, to escape the pain in sleep during the hours he was awake, WITHOUT fail, fifteen minutes after I'd blissfully dozed off... *bang, bang, bang* on the door.
Scared the hell outta me, tore my stomach UP bad and he just kept peeing.
He didn't shit once, which leads me to believe he shit in the barn bathroom, so why the hell didn't he pee there, too?
Or anywhere ELSE, for that matter?
He's got a dick.
A nice, friendly one that I know likes me more than to keep scaring me awake and making me feel sick all over again.
The dude could piss off the back step.
But, nooooooooooooo. He's gotta continually fuck me up. By the time he went to bed, I'd had enough. As he leaves, he says, "Sorry to keep bothering you." To which I replied, "Then, STOP IT." I didn't say it all mean and snotty, just clipped, like I was kidding at being annoyed, but the fact that I'd even said it was proof I really was getting there.
(Getting points across to Eric is a complicated frickin' business....) Anyway, he cut it out. I spent most of Sunday laying there, on the floor. I'd get up sometimes, go to the bathroom, then walk downstairs, to get cigarettes, a big glass for water, a cuppa coffee once in a while...
Walking at that point felt like I'd had massive surgery on my abdomin.
Had to go reeeeal slow, real lightly... one step at a time. But, by then, that was about the only time I was hurting anymore.
There were no more "general" waves of pain.
It just hurt when I used my abdominal muscles.
For anything Sometime Sunday afternoon, I felt better enough to swallow two Ibuprofen and go lay in the waterbed. The first time I got up to pee, I waited too long and it hurt like all hell.
After that, I got up every hour or so, just to stay a step ahead of the pain. Gradually, it got better. Eric came in and squashed all my muscles, my legs, my back, my neck, my feet... everything and that helped a lot. Spent about 12 hours there, dozing and getting up to pee.
Was "spotting" a little then, too.
Tried a cotton cork, mostly as a dipstick, to see what was up up there.
When I removed it later, NOTHING was going on up there, I just dealt with it as it happened.
(And, it has stopped, now...) Around 3am, I got up, went to the bathroom, came down here and here I am. As of now, I have a vague ache in my guts, my back feels like it's been a week since I laid down, I have a minor headache and I'm tired. And, this house is FUCKED UP. I need to clean it, but I don't have the strength to even start yet. Maybe later today.
After I actually SLEEP for a while. Which I am about to go do. I need to drag my ass out there and check on the rabbit, though.
Bet nobody has thought to tend him since I did last... *sigh* Yeah.
Gonna go do that, then go lay back down. Hopefully when I wake up, I'll feel better enough to clean the house. Peace
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