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Second day with a nagging pain in the front of my head, above my left eyebrow. I woke yesterday morning at 4:30 to a spinning room, and I've not felt right ever since. I made an emergency visit to my doctor yesterday a.m., and she put me on a BP med. Started it today. We'll see.
Scarlett had another meltdown yesterday evening, kinda went off and on all evening long. She is NOT feeling well, appears to be a mild cold with no infection, but it's draining her quickly. I left her at home today with no t.v. and no online access. She's resting, and a bit restless, which is fine. Her birthday is tomorrow. I got her some Pokemon cards, trying to accept something I don't particularly like.
Last night there was an insistent aggressive scratching noise that pulled me out of bed at 11 p.m. I thought Mitzi had gotten stuck in Scarlett's closet or something, but when I got to the living room, there were both cats, staring at the front door - which was vibrating from the scratching on the other side! Scared the shit outta me, so I called 911. The scratching stopped, but while I was on the phone with the police, it resumed further down the wall, close to the sidewalk. The dispatcher said he'd send someone to look around, so I hung up, grabbed my broom, and waited. The scratching stopped, but nothing walked past my window or made any further noise. I went back to bed, and the cop showed up. TWENTY MINUTES LATER. Charleston's finest, ya'll. He found nothing, but I figure it was a fox or a possum or raccoon. Or a fucking rat.
I dreamed last night that Mitzi had a hole in her shoulder from falling against a bolt sticking out of a chair. The vet took for EVER to work on her, spent all his time working on a horse in the next room, which kept kicking him. Women were having their nails done in the waiting room. Mitzi was so patient, and I felt SO horrible for her. Poor kitty.
Brent has asked to attend Scarlett's birthday party. How sweet! Scarlett is very happy that he wants to come and has said "Of course!"
Now I've got to do some work or something. I feel like crap. My head pain won't go away.
Scarlett had another meltdown yesterday evening, kinda went off and on all evening long. She is NOT feeling well, appears to be a mild cold with no infection, but it's draining her quickly. I left her at home today with no t.v. and no online access. She's resting, and a bit restless, which is fine. Her birthday is tomorrow. I got her some Pokemon cards, trying to accept something I don't particularly like.
Last night there was an insistent aggressive scratching noise that pulled me out of bed at 11 p.m. I thought Mitzi had gotten stuck in Scarlett's closet or something, but when I got to the living room, there were both cats, staring at the front door - which was vibrating from the scratching on the other side! Scared the shit outta me, so I called 911. The scratching stopped, but while I was on the phone with the police, it resumed further down the wall, close to the sidewalk. The dispatcher said he'd send someone to look around, so I hung up, grabbed my broom, and waited. The scratching stopped, but nothing walked past my window or made any further noise. I went back to bed, and the cop showed up. TWENTY MINUTES LATER. Charleston's finest, ya'll. He found nothing, but I figure it was a fox or a possum or raccoon. Or a fucking rat.
I dreamed last night that Mitzi had a hole in her shoulder from falling against a bolt sticking out of a chair. The vet took for EVER to work on her, spent all his time working on a horse in the next room, which kept kicking him. Women were having their nails done in the waiting room. Mitzi was so patient, and I felt SO horrible for her. Poor kitty.
Brent has asked to attend Scarlett's birthday party. How sweet! Scarlett is very happy that he wants to come and has said "Of course!"
Now I've got to do some work or something. I feel like crap. My head pain won't go away.
