Grind October 24, 2006 ~ 12:09 pm
Posted by Julie in : Da Cats, Daily Grind , trackbackNo pictures because yesterday was spent in various kinds of pain: physical, emotional, financial, and not uploading pictures to Flickr.
I went to see Skippy yesterday at 12:15. I was out of the office by 1:00. Unfortunately, I was out of the office with a temporary filling in my mouth which is apparently going “to encourage the nerve to retreat and leave collagen behind.” In other words, yo, the cavity was deep, and we’re not sure you’re not going to have to have a root canal. Come back on December 4 so we can find out, and by the way, the temporary filling is $135. Since my insurance company just sent me $128 back for last week’s visit (that’s $128 to pay for a $275 visit, may I remind you), the temporary filling is almost paid for. It’s just the permanent filling or the root canal that I will be getting on December 4 that aren’t.
Then after a brief respite at home with Rick and a trip to the grocery store, we took the Piss Crusader to the vet. He peed in the carrier on the way over and beshat himself on the way back. Fortunately, I put Wee Wee Pads in the carrier, so that got most of it, except for the shit he stepped in on the trip back. I did get the vet to give us Kitty Prozac for the trip to Pittsburgh next week, so hopefully we won’t have to go through this again. Jesse has decided that he does NOT want to be anywhere near the carrier and fought like a wildcat going in, and I’d rather eliminate that and the shitting portion from our trip home.
I’m also going through a lot of guilt at the thought of taking Jesse to Mom’s and leaving him there. I know it’s for the best, but when he’s not being a Piss Crusader, he’s a very sweet and loving cat, and I’m going to miss his little fuzzy face and his Mogwai-like purring. I’m PMSing in a massive way on top of all of this, so that’s a contributing factor. Don’t mind me, I’ll get over it. Stories from Rhinebeck when I do.
Comments
Awwww, that’s a rough day! Poor you…
I’m so sorry about Jesse, but agree with you it’s the right thing to do. That doesn’t make it any easier I know
Of course you will miss him though, he’s your baby!
Great hanging with you on Sunday and more fun to come!
You got all my sypmathy dear. I’m in one of those overwhelmed kind of moods so I can relate and empathize. I don’t even have time to check in on my blogger pals (except for you of course ;)). Hope the trip the Pittsburgh with the kitty is stress free.
Poor Jesse, poor you
You are being a good kitty mom though.
Sux about the tooth issue. Even with insurance it is expensive to stay healthy, huh?
Oh, I’m so sorry Julie…about your tooth, Jesse and all that’s making you feel the way you do just now. Want you to know I kept my eye out for you at Rhinebeck, but no luck. Looking forward to your pictures.
But I do love the proper use of “beshat” - I think it’s my new fave
HUGS!!!!
I saw this coming. Just remember you are taking him to a good and happy place. And that emotional cry that you will have on the way home? Go with it. Emotional cries are great and clean toxins out of your body. I wish you hadn’t brought up the dentist part though, I have to go Thursday. I HATE going to the dentist. My dentist is funny like yours, not his real name, but what I call him: The Humming Christian.
Geewits~I was a little alarmed to realize that Skippy has many Godfather books in his office. Then I just went with it. I wasn’t really in any pain while he was doing stuff to my mouth, it was only afterwards that it was uncomfortable. And I fully expect to bawl on the way home from Pittsburgh.
Nanner~Thanks. I will collect some in person next Friday, okay?
Rick~And that’s why you’re with me. How many people do you know who would use that word? And properly at that?
Jenny~Rhinebeck story to come today. And thank you.
Seamus~Our country’s health system blows. But that is a rant for another day…
Vince~I’ll give the cat Prozac, I’ll give me something, too, and all will be well.
Lisa~Thank you, I need that type of reassurance. In my head I know I’m doing the right thing, but the rest of me isn’t listening to my head right now.
Pussy prozac! I’m gonna market that.
Michael~How did I know you would launch on that?
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