Sunday

Surly gurl is here in full force.  I had to run to the store earlier this afternoon, and became ill before I even got halfway through.  Nothing untoward or disgusting, just pain and nausea and fear that it wouldn't remain untoward. I called mom and told her I might not be able to pick up Scarlett - she'll bring her home for me.  I keep drifting off while sitting on the sofa, so I haven't even bothered to watch television. 

I spent several hours with the cats yesterday to monitor their recovery.  When I got home Saturday morning I checked both their tummies, and they had both pulled out every single stitch. Two days. That's all they lasted.  But their incisions remain sealed, and their tummies aren't quite as hot today as they were yesterday.  They each have a knot at the base of their incisions, and they're both still squeaky when I touch their shaved area. (Of course I'm not hurting them, just examining them.)  I'll have to take them back probably next Saturday to get another ear mite treatment, and let the vet look at them. Both cats have also been hissing and growling at one another the entire they've been home. THAT hadn't changed when I got home this morning. However, now I can't find Suzi. She won't answer me when I call, she's not in any of the normal hiding places, I'm so frustrated I could scream.  

Gotta go start some laundry. And see if I can't find something else to eat. I wish I'd brought my leftovers from dinner last night. I had the tilapia at Logans, it was very good, and there was a lot left. But I left it at Brent's, and he's at that wedding this afternoon. 

Oh, by the way. The dinner with his friends went very well. I'm anxious to hear what they say to him, and a bit doubtful that he'll tell me EVERYthing. That's mostly because I think they like me very well (the feeling is QUITE mutual) and it's probaby going to freak him out a bit. Maybe not. It's hard to guess these days. 

My head hurts. I fucking hate this, and I'm ready to quit having female organs.