Wobly. I know, right?
Something is wrong with my health. I seriously look 9 months pregnant. I googled extreme bloating and the only thing that seemed to fit me was a possible milk allergy. I drink 14-28 ounces of milk every day (and have for almost 3 months now). I bought some lactaid and have been avoiding milk (except for on my cereal), for the last 3 days. I still look pregnant. Then, after I drove the girls to work, I happened to look down at my leg and saw an indentation. It's from my chair. I tend to sit with my legs up or out or sort of "Indian style", so my leg rests on the arm of my chair. I last sat like that at 8:45AM. It's currently 10:35 and I STILL have that indentation
SO- I'm retaining water. Not a milk allergy after all. Probably my kidneys. Which explains some thing.
It's gross, but meh, I pee in the shower Sometimes standing is the only way I can completely empty my bladder and it's been that way since I was a teen. I can separate the muscles- kegal, bowels, bladder, but when I strain the one from my bladder, I have a syncope episode and nearly passout in the shower. I've learned that turning the water on cold snaps me out of that. Maybe there's a tear in it and I'm peeing inside my body yeah, I don't think so, but it kinda, sort of would be funny.
BUT- my BP is normal. My blood results from a month ago are normal. My pulse is always elevated. I swore off Atenalol because it contributes to my brain fog. So, no dietary or health changes blah blah.
I should probably have an ultrasound or something.
Which is kind of funny. My youngest just snapped me that she has kidney stones. We might be in sync and she lives in another State.
In other news.... I broke down and wrote a letter to the pound. I was planning on dropping of 3 cats (and 4 new borns). I got my buddy Simon and the momma and her babies into the car. We tried to get Ash in the car and she bolted. I went under the RV, sweet talked her then grabbed her by the neck (gently) and pulled her to me, but then she spooked again. I grabbed her tail and wasn't letting go. She looked like a demon cat out of a scary movie. All teeth and claws and raised fur. She nailed me a few times and bit me once then got away. It saved her life.
It was too traumatic of a start to just dump the animals in the drop box (an enclosed shed which cages for dogs and crates for cats), so I took them up to hand deliver them. I put them in the cages, said tearful goodbyes. The lady there was EXCEPTIONALLY cold hearted. She told me, repeatedly, that they would be put to death on Monday (I took them in on Friday). They were past capacity. I tried to give her their letter because the web page for the pound says to leave animals with notes or a phone call because the more they know about the animal, the easier it is to place them. She angrily set the letter aside and repeated that she didn't need to know anything about them because they were dead.
I was choking on my tears and actually told her she didn't need to be so hateful. I told her I never went out looking for pets, that they were strays. She said, "That's what everyone say. They just show up at your door."
Grrrr... but she also told me she already had her cries for the day because she watched a tiny baby (kitten) in convulsions be put down.
So, I went home and went to their FB page. I gave them 4 out of 5 stars. I said they provide an invaluable service and have one of the hardest jobs out there. That it can't be easy to put down animals because of overcrowding. That my only complaint is that they're cold and heartless towards people surrendering their pets. That a little compassion (toward people as well as animals) would go a very long way.
I told my kids about the experience on the way home from work that evening. My daughter-in-law went to the same page and ripped them a new one lol
Paula says they should find a new profession if they can't deal with it without being a$$holes. I have sympathy. There are too many animals and way too many irresponislbe owners.
I got on their FB page yesterday, hoping beyond hope that I would see my animals pictures. And sure enough, they were there. Ms. Molly and her babies have been fostered. My buddy was also posted. And... get this... they even read the letter. In the letter, I wrote 'Either we have too many cats which confuses things, or he's a bit dumb. He has extreme difficulty using the litterbox' They wrote that he came with a long letter which [in part] "He's too dumb to use the litterbox" but he's had no problems since being here." that's not QUITE what I said. They also called him a Senior cat and wants someone to adopt him so he can live out "his golden years". When he live 20 years, his new owners are going to be more than a little confused. He's 3 years old at most.
BUT, he's getting care, so I am very happy. He would've died within the week had I kept him. The fleas are horrendous this year. Simon has had flea drops and showers but he was infested to the point of anemia, malnutrition and extreme weight loss. He was my buddy. I figured, if they had to put him down, at least it would be faster than wasting away at home.
Now, we only have to rehome Ash, Pasley, Mew and Mojo. And if the girls don't fix their cat Pumpkin, we'll be rehoming her too. Oh yeah, Ash has also forgiven me. She was meowing at me yesterday for pets and she even let me pick her up and love on her. My battle scars from her are superficial: 3 scratches and 2 bites.
Hope everyone is well.
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