Drivers of Portland, when you are behind a bus and said bus pulls over to let passengers off, there is plenty of room for your small car to go around without ever crossing a line of any color, let alone yellow. So sack up and go around!
Jete had her staples out yesterday. And she did so well! Didn't even flinch.
But she still has to wear a collar for a while because the vet originally had me put her in a baby T shirt to cover the incision. And the shirt irritated her underarm and by the time I noticed, she'd licked off all the hair there and the skin was all raw. So she has medicine for that now and has to wear a collar until it heals. Poor thing!
Aaaand, it turns out the vaccine company we thought had provided her vaccines did not. It's a long story, but her original vet gave up his practice to work in emergency medicine and the new vet's database didn't keep the records clearly, or something. Anyway, I guess we're still trying to figure out which company it is and open a new case and ask for them to help with the cost of her treatment. Which means a longer wait to start her treatment since I cannot afford to just pay and be reimbursed. I'm looking into other methods of financing her care in the meantime.
We still see the oncologist this Saturday and I'll decide what our next steps are then.
Thank you so much to everyone who has donated so far! You've helped me pay for the first oncologist visit, which is so incredibly helpful! Jete and I appreciate it immensely.
And now, everything from my etsy shop goes to fund Jete's cancer treatment so get on over and start shopping! I have pendants up now and will be adding another soon. I even think earrings will come soon too. Maybe. Perhaps. Probably.
A word on my vet: My vet is an awesomely cool, sweet lady. This is no surprise. I rarely meet a vetrinarian who isn't kind or doesn't the work.
What is weird is how shi shi nice the office is. Seriously. There's real, cushy furniture. With fancy pillows. There's a chandelier in the waiting room. The exam rooms feel like massage rooms in a day spa or a cushy therapist's office. And it's all decorated very modern-chic. The first time I went, I wasn't sure I was in the right place. If the vet techs hadn't been in scrubs, I would have had to double check.
But it's not like they act all shi shi. They're very nice and super friendly! They know me well already, call me Jete's Mom.
Every time I go, they offer me coffee or tea and I decline because I just assume it's crappy coffee or tea like you find in these kinds of businesses. I pictured a breakroom coffee pot with paper cups. But today, I had a headache (have had for 3 days actually) so I accepted and said tea sounds nice. They brought me this lovely ceramic tray with a fancy-ish mug of hot water and a large selection of teas. Seriously.
And it's not like I'm paying more for this schmancy vet's office either. I could get used to a place like that. Human doctors should start practices like that.
So yeah. About that headache. My head has been a dull ache for like 3 days now and I have tried allll the homeopathic remedies and the straight up medicated route. Nothing's doing.
I realize I'm stressed, but DUDE, head, this is not helping yo!
Like, this cannot be an evolutionary advantage. When you get stressed, your head shouldn't hurt. How are you supposed to cope with stress when your brain feels like a mini freight train is rumbling inside for 3 damn days straight? This has got to be a mistake in our wiring somehow. Call Darwin. I want my money back.
Whatever. If the head doesn't feel better soon, I'm going to fork out my eyeball and throw it at little children. Thaaaat should make me feel better.
I wonder why I'm not friends with my neighbors?
I have a credit from Southwest airlines from back in my travel a lot days that I have to use in the next couple of months before it expires. My initial thought was that I'd just go back to California and see my family and best friends. That's the cheapest route too because I know the dears will cook for me and let me sleep on their couches.
But finding a time when they are all in So Cal in the same week is turning out to be impossible. I may go and have to miss someone. It sucks, but dude! What else can I do?
Maybe I'll say screw it and go see my bestie and my nephew in Vegas.
Or maybe I'll rob a bank and Jete and I will just head to the Bahamas. Cats like balmy beaches right?
And hunky beach guys like cat ladies right? Isn't that how Stella got her groove back? Right?
Are you picturing me on a beach wearing a mumu with a cat in my arms? Niiiice.
(this might be why I'm still single)
And then there's this. Jon Hamm, I love you. Now get in my bed.
I don't even care what he's saying. I can't stop looking at his jawline. *rawr*
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