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talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for
their opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone
to fit into their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw
a temper tantrum.
To these people I say
grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the
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or what I do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my
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I pay for this site. It's mine.
That means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like
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somewhere else. Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too
fucking bad, don't read them. Somewhere along the line, someone
forgot this simple fact: Live and let live Don't like me,
cool, fine, whatever, I don't care. This journal is NOT for
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stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and express
myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't, it
doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about
it.
*gets off soapbox*
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Thursday, February 22, 2007
Playing Catch-Up (We Caught a Flick; Gracie Caught a UTI) I find myself playing catch-up again which means I'll most likely be more brief and recappy on the subjects rather then dedicating an entry to both seperately.
First off, last night, we had free preview screening tickets to see The Number 23. So our friend Rand came by after he got off work and we headed right out to the theater since it was a 7pm showing and I didn't know how many people were going to attend. Since it was a first-come/first-seated type situation and since I'm pretty specific on where I can sit for movies (not where I like to sit, but where I can sit because sitting too low or too high is too painful for my neck to handle) I wanted to make sure we had the best chance. We got there a little after 6pm and there were only about a dozen people in front of us. Waited a few minutes and they let us in.
Many were they strict about the screening though!! They were searching bags, made everyone completely turn off their cell phones and kept viewing the audience through night vision goggles throughout the show. Guess they didn't want any risk of people recording it or something.
Anyway, the movie was good. I quite liked it. Jim Carey did a good job. It wasn't scary, but it had a little bit of creepy to it and definitely some mystery/suspense/questioning as it went along. You wanted to know how it all came together. Anyway, I definitely recommend it. Thought it was well worth seeing and I'm excited I got in on the free preview of it.
Then we came home. And noticed Gracie kept going into the litter box. Every few minutes. So I watched her and sure enough, she was straining to pee for upwards of a couple minutes before coming out unsuccessful, cleaning herself and doing it all over again not long after. That's a clear sign of a urinary tract infection. (i.e. "UTI") Which, having experienced myself, I know is a painful process of constantly feeling like you need to pee, it hurting when you do, but only being able to go a few drops at a time. It's relentless. And it requires antibiotics.
This morning I got up early and spent over an hour calling around to vets trying to get an appointment. She doesn't have a primary vet since my last vet was actually Kush-ka's vet and his office is about 45 minutes north of me. I just wanted to get her in somewhere and get her some medicine to start getting better. (Sadly, there are OTC short-term pain management options for humans, but not so much for kitties.) I finally managed to get an appointment somewhere and my mom came to help me get her in there at 11:15am.
The doctor wasn't bad per se, but I definitely wouldn't go back. It felt more like going to a walk-in clinic then a doctor's office. You know, quick, cursory exam, medication, out you go. Not really interested in the long-term or anything, just treating what you're there for. Which is fine I guess but it was a little off-putting. She was a trooper though. She's normally really terrible about the vet because she's literally scared for her life; absolutely terrified. But she did well, no wild thrashing and no accidental attack like last time. (*cough, that would have been MY arm that got malled cough*.) They gave her some antibiotics via shot to get her started and a one pill a day supply for ten days (starting tomorrow).
Poor girl though. I think she was perkier and feeling better this morning than she is now. Seems like in the last couple hours, she's back in the litter box excessively and MUCH more so than she was earlier today. So of course, I'm worried about her. She's hungry though and totally ate her food which is a good sign. (Cats in pain don't eat.) Still though, it seems strange that she's back in the box more again.
The vet said that I should give it 48 hours. If it doesn't get better or if she gets worse, she'll need X-rays and blood work because it might be stones. The thing is, not only did he not run a urinalysis which seems like the easiest way to figure this out but he didn't even take her temperature which would give an indication if it was a fever. (Infection = fever. In people or critters.) So...again, back to that walk-in clinic analogy.
*sighs*
So, I had a great night out last night until I got home and now I've been worried about poor Gracie girl. Warm thoughts for her and for her to feel better soon are greatly appreciated.
