When you read that someone “collapsed” somewhere—and why do only celebrities seem to collapse?—what do you picture? Why do only celebrities get “exhaustion”?
￼I just picture their knees buckling and them going straight down, when they collapse.￼ I imagine it’s less dramatic than all that, but the word “collapse” is pretty dramatic in and of itself.￼
I was reading about Judy Garland. And then Judy Garland’s husbands. And then Judy Garland’s kids, one of whom recently “collapsed” on stage and it turns out she had a brain tumor, which is a bad day right there.￼
I went with a coworker to see the Judy Garland movie this weekend. Have you seen it? It’s really very good. I may have already asked you this because I already went to see the Judy Garland movie last weekend but I went a second time.￼
The coworker I went with is young. After it was over, I asked him why he even wanted to go. “Oh, you give me a fallen star and I’m all over it,” he said.￼
Plus also, after watching this movie, we now feel guilty about ever watching The Wizard of Oz again. That stupid horrible Louis B Mayer.
Anyway, hi.￼ What’s new? I am speaking into my phone because Iris is on my lap making biscuits and I feel too bad to get up. I wish just ever so slightly that someone else lived here so I could say, “Will you bring me more coffee?” (But I don’t really wish it that hard.￼)
Two of my four pets are not feeling well.￼ I think this is a problem you face when you get many young pets within the same year.
I got Edsel as a puppy October 2010.
I got Iris as a kitten during Christmas of 2011.
Technically I got Lily 10 days later, on January 5, 2012.￼
So, OK, the same 14-month span. Why don’t you be less picky? Why don’t you relax? Why don’t you take a chill pill? Do you know what makes me not at all take a chill pill? Is somebody saying “chill pill.”￼
If only there were a chill pill.
Anyway, Iris is 8 and Edsel is 9.￼ Neither one of them count as old yet, but they both are pretty sick. The first thing I noticed about Iris is that she was losing weight and then her hair was falling out in clumps. So I took her to the doctor and they noticed her stomach was inflamed and I don’t know why that made her hair fall out but they gave her steroids and told me to keep her on them for a very long time.
But then after she been on them for maybe two months, she got really really really extra super special sick. She got a terrible upper respiratory thing and I thought it was going to kill her.
I took her to a different vet, because I had taken her to my regular vet three times and this was the result I got? Turns out the high dose of steroids had lowered her immune system and that’s why she got the upper respiratory thing. So then she was on two new medications to treat the upper respiratory thing, and I took her off the steroids.
She doesn’t have the bad cold anymore but her hair is back to falling out in clumps again. We go back this week.
So that’s relaxing.
As for Edsel, first he was doing this thing where he seemed very distressed after we played. He would walk around drunkenly and pace the floors for half an hour after and just seemed like he was not comfortable at all. The vet said he’s got hip dysplasia. But then after a few months of giving him the nutty crunchy hippie full moon granola meditate fix his auras align his chakras medicine that she gave me to give him (fish oil and these natural chews to help joints), he was still doing the walk-around-drunk thing.
So I took him back and they did x-rays and found all sorts of problems inside of him, and his lab numbers weren’t good. Not that he’s a Lab.
So now he’s on hard-core American drugs. Some of you might￼￼￼￼￼ say, “big pharma” and if you do I am not speaking to you. He is less drunk-acting but I can still tell the pills make him feel not well.
So that’s what I’m working with.
And of course in my mind they’re both going to die off and pretty soon it will just be me and two cats. Who even ever heard of living in such a puny way? One person and two measly cats. That’s not even a house.￼
I didn’t know I was going to go off on this tangent, wherein I have sort of recapped my vet woes that I’ve already told you about.￼ But I guess it’s been on my mind.
I’d better get dressed and go to work. I still don’t have my car back and I’m driving the rental car. I went back to my trainer this weekend, for just the second time since my accident, and I look forward to getting back to where I was before this accident. I was starting to look sort of cute. Now it’s like I’ve melted. When I stand next to my trainer and we are looking in the mirror, I feel like Mama Cass next to that other pretty little singer. What was the other singer’s name?￼￼
OK. I’m getting my ham sandwich and putting on my mumu and heading out.￼