Listening to the Voices in My Head

I had to move, lift, throw away some things in my office, and then vacuumed the floor, including taking the head off the vacuum and getting all the fur and smut off the cables, wires, and even the vents on the computer.

What does Loki do? Follows the vacuum head all over the room, even when I have it powered up. He the complained/meowed at me, looking around, all but saying "Put my stuff back.", which I did.

The second I sat down, Drax and Groo went dashing out of the room. Loki jumped up on the footstool demanding treats.

Yes, I am ruled by cats.

An addendum: I already hurt like hell from yesterdays' activities, so figured moving my chair, putting footstool on the sofa, lifting padded cat box to the top of the tower, and putting cat pad (formerly my seat cushion) in order to clean out my office of cat fur, dust and the stuff you get from regular foot traffic off the floor, wouldn't make me feel any worse.

Last month we had cool and cold weather. Then a day of warmish weather, then cold again. Now we have 39 to 41c (102 to 106f)days, and 26c (77f) nights. The wall our bed is against is hot to the touch. Guess it's a good thing I have to pile pillows so I am in a reclining position. They at least insulate me from the wall.

We have kept the a.c. on, set to 25c (75f) at night.

It's been so hot, that our solar water heater needed to be bled, because it was gushing water from the relief valve. Wing managed to, under the instructions of Solarhart, to do the job. He was told if it happens again, give them a call. Luckily it's under warranty.

Trance went after Groo-bear again. She really didn't get a good grip on him, and he fought back! He is no longer the scrawny scared kitten.

I've been staying off Facebook, as it's just not good for my mental health. Just too many instances of "Not my circus, not my monkeys". And it's sad because it's just a few people fucking it up. I am under enough stress in my life. I really don't need any more.

Just when I thought it was safe to go into the water...  I woke up one morning with zero nerve pain. I had two glorious days of being able to walk as close to normal as normal can be.   Then, the cold, rainy, damp weather arrived. Now, I don't have nerve pain, but I do have arthritis. My knee sounds like broken glass and Rice Krispies grinding together.  Can we say ow?  I hate taking that first step after walking up in the morning. It's a gamble on how much it's going to hurt.  Let's just say results may vary.  I use a cane walking around, and that fekking knee brace if I'm going out and about to stop side to side movement.

We adopted to former stray kittens from Perth Rescue Angels. They had been dumped off behind a senior living center, and bless them, they made sure the little mites were fed, but they didn't have human socialization. They stayed 3 months with a foster carers, Jodi and David. With lots of patients, and creamy treats, they knocked most of the rough edges from the little moggies, Drax and Groot.  We've had them for 5 months, and they are becoming two of the most loveydovey furbabies.



Onward.

Wing and I celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary. Pretty good since someone he introduced me to said it wouldn't last a year. Technically they were right. It was a year and 20.  On an aside, they've been divorced a few years now.

Loki gave us a scare. Turn out he is asthmatic, a seasonal asthmatic. And like me, he uses an inhaler. But unlike me, we have to hold a small mask over his muzzle until he takes 10 breaths.  Have to say, he fought us about it, but no more bronchial coughing. Vets have all said for a 14 going on 15 yr old cat, he is in amazing condition. Ears, eyes, teeth, lungs, heart, body condition of a 10 yr old cat.

I'm still seeing a counselor. Oh yeah, 'Holiday Season' coming up. oh yay.

Guess that's about it for now.  Have to remember to use my weblogs more often.

Ziggy seems to be holding her own.  Instead of feeding her twice a day, been giving her small meals throughout the day.  Still pinning hopes on the CBD oil arriving soon enough to be of use to her. I gave her a catnip leaf, and she enjoyed it. Got her to eat a bit more, and she's resting comfortably now on two heated wheat bags.

Keito:  he's had his course of antibiotics.  His eating is still hit and miss, meaning sometimes we have to follow him and put the dish of food in front of him to make him eat.  Have scheduled an appointment for him to have a glucose curve test, 7am tomorrow morning.

I know pets are ephemeral, and live faster than we humans, but having two ill, one with a terminal illness, at the same time, is breaking my heart.   I feel so helpless.

I've been getting intermittent shooting pains down the back of my thigh. Seeing as I had a spinal fusion, it's not sciatica.  Could be that I missed a few doses of my dystonia meds, and stress has been on the high side the past few weeks.  *sigh* 

Sometimes, I just can't get the right leg comfortable enough to sleep well through the night. Was up at 4:43 am (checked my watch, so know the time is right). Let Keito and Loki into the back yard to 'dig holes in the sand'. Checked on Ziggy, as she and Trance had another dust up yesterday. Once again, Trance was on the losing end of things. Ziggy is ok, though.

Fed them all around 5:30. Keito got his insulin on time. Ziggy, from having to groom self after the fight with Trance, hurked up her food. Of course ON the sofa. (Preen OxyAction to the rescue) There was a HUGE clump of fur. After I cleaned it all up, she demanded to be fed again. Tossed some things into the washer, and they are currently hanging out on the line.

Knee feels a bit thick and stiff this morning, but there was no sciatic pain.. at first. But when it showed up, it did so with a vengeance. Immediately did the routine Matt gave me. First five.. gritting teeth. Second set, not so bad. By the time I had finished the 3rd set of five, the pain was manageable. Have taken pain meds, and the anti-inflammatory.

One really doesn't appreciate the absence of pain, until it hammering away at you.