My cat Stevie has been eating in a rather painful way lately, and since I know he has had dental problems in the past, I made an appointment with the vet. He eventually needed 6 teeth extracted at once! So painful!
As soon as I put him in the crate to go to the vet, he let out his distress warble, which sounded throughout the apartment complex at high volume. I swear when I came back from the vet, all the cats in the complex were in the windows giving me the stink eye. Even my dog, Radley, made a whimpering noise at the drama of the warble.
Stevie doesn't have too many teeth left. And his bottom canines were removed, so he's walking around with his tongue stuck out a bit. Thankfully, his extended fang, or snaggle tooth, is OK. For those of you who know him, it's his trademark, and I thought you'd want to know he's still got it. Poor Steve. I'll try and get a pic of the tongue business, it's sad/hilarous. It cost way too much, but at least he will feel better and apparently cats don't spend too much time on chewing their food anyway. Who knew?
I also helped my mom re-do her master bedroom. I will post a pic of that too. It's a super cool blue room with a horizontal stripe in a lighter blue. I made a headboard too, using my HGTV design skillz. I made a very impressive 6-foot high headboard out of wood, with four giant square padded paneled inserts that she can change out and/or clean. It was two days of manual labor, which I haven't really done in any concentrated way in a while. The second day I woke up sore but pushed through because I wanted to see the finished project (or, as I say it in my TV addled brain, "the reveal"). The third day, my day of rest, I was a wretched creature. Hobbled by the thousand or so squats I did to paint and move furniture, every move just screamed at me, "it wouldn't hurt so bad if you went to the gym ever, you big sloth." Several days later, I still feel the burn. But at least it cured my home improvement jones, and I got to help my mom, which I don't get a chance to do too often, unfortunately.
Thankfully, I spent today relaxing, which is nice. I saw I Love You, Man. Not so hot as a film, but Paul Rudd and Jason Segel have a chemistry that can't be denied. Also, it follows the formula of a romantic comedy, only it's between two straight dudes. I liked that. But it had a scene with vomit, which cancels it out from ever being considered a good film by yours truly. Can't stand the sight of it in real life or on the screen. And there was a whole scene with projectile vomit onto another person. Unexcusable. Ugh...
So, to recap, I'm broke, tired, and my muscles ache, and none of it is related to a hot week in Daytona. And yet, it's still better than my worst Spring Break of all time, in which I had my wisdom teeth removed. I went home from the dorms to recover, and even though my boyfriend at the time was in the same town, he didn't visit me once during my recovery. I had giant cheeks filled with cotton swabs, a tortuous memory of the extraction (I made the stupid decision to stay awake during the surgery with a local, rather than sleeping through it--DON'T DO IT), and a shitty boyfriend. Oh, and my room at home had been turned into the TV room, which means I slept on a fold out couch.
So all in all, not too much to complain about.
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