Rings on a Tree

Obviously, you only come here for updates about cats, and weight.

So why not one about cats AND weight?!

Bentley had gained half a pound between Monday and Tuesday, so I had to take him back to the vet today for a weigh-in (Tree's on Weight Watchers!), and a general check-up to see if he still needed more fluids or anything to help ease his poor suffering. Luckily his weight was back down and he seemed to be doing fine.

Tonight will be his first night without anti-nausea meds in his system, so I will keep a close watch to make sure he eats and doesn't, you know...puke.

Did you know his birthday is at the end of this month?

MY BABY IS GOING TO BE FOURTEEN!

Let's count the rings on this Tree!

"There's no need for a piece of sculpture in a home that has a cat." - Wesley Bates 

Tree Climbing

I believe we have my Bentley on the mend.

I was sent home from our second visit today with ten days of antibiotics, more pain meds, appetite stimulants, and new food. He ate some wet food today, the first in awhile, and definitely has more energy, though he isn't back to his normal sassy self. Still in pain but his meds are helping and he can jump on and off things now, so all good news!

We're cuddled up on the bed together and he wants to be pressed up against me as much as he can. A few whimpers, but definitely purrs too.

I think he appreciates me taking care of him.

Purrtown City

My Tree seems to be on the upswing this morning. At least, his pain meds have kicked in, and he's no longer making his sad little whimpering sounds, and he purrs when I pet him instead of wincing, and he's up on the bed with me instead of hiding in a corner.

And he seems a bit stoned.

GOOD MORNING, MOMMY.

Round Two of Tree Care

Well, it's not a cold. 

I went home to check on my Bentley at lunch, delicious gravy-filled wet food in hand to tempt him with, and found him right where I'd left him, and with evidence of vomit on my rug.

I tried to get him to eat, putting food on my finger and lifting it to his mouth, and he just made the saddest little whimpering sounds. Translation: "Mama, I don't feel good."

Or maybe: "Please take me to the bad place. I want the drugs."

"Okay, baby. It's vet time," I replied.

It's probably the pancreatitis again, though it's not for sure. More tests will come back tomorrow, and I will be taking him back to the vet, and probably staying home from work to keep an eye on him if he doesn't start eating or improve just a little bit. He's in so much pain, you guys. Sad, pathetic little whimpers, even doped up as he is.

I...I feel.

I HAVE FEELINGS.

I can only express my emotions in gifs.

The Cough: An Update

I know.

I know.

You're all sitting there, on the edge of your seats, waiting. Waiting to hear about the state of my cough.

Well, it's changed! It's now a result of massive irritation in my throat, not the bronchitis. The drugs took care of that. So...yay? I guess? For that? 

I still cough. I cough away. 

*hack*

*hack*

*cough*

The Return

Shhh.

I went to yoga. Don't tell the doctor.

But it's okay! Because 1) it wasn't heated and 2) it was restorative, so it won't set back my recovery AT ALL.

And it was glorious.

I was at the studio anyway for my cleaning shift that I switched from Sunday, and one of my favorite teachers was subbing, and I was like WELL OF COURSE I HAVE TO, and I did.

Mmmmmm stretchy.

WW Recap 4/19-4/25: Girl On Fire

Oh yeeeeeeeah.

Couldn't work out? Who cares! Ate a whole box of granola bars last weekend? WHO GIVES A FUCK? I DIDN'T GO IN THE RED.

I lost 2 freaking pounds this week. I AM 145.2!!! I am only 0.3 pounds away from no longer having an overweight BMI. I am only 1.4 pounds away from the lowest weight I've seen since I was 18 years old. 

I'M ON FIRE!

Goals? 

1) Go to yoga five times. (No. Sick. Three.)
2) Go to double yoga. (No. Sick.)
3) Keep reading. (Some.)
4) FINISH WRISTWARMER BUT I DON'T WANT TO. (NO.)
5) Deep clean my apartment, more thoroughly, again. (NO. SICK.)

Goals...

1) Go to yoga, if I can. 
2) Keep reading. 
3) Deep clean my apartment.
4) Make a recipe.
5) Stick to my Screen Free Week goals.

Sweat It Out

I used to hate to sweat.

I mean, really hated it. One reason is that I have always felt like I sweat more than I should to be considered pretty and girly and delicate. And all the sweat was on my face where everyone could see it and know that I was fat and out of shape, in case they couldn't see that already.

And sweat makes me sticky.

And sweat is gross.

So, it came as a surprise to everyone, especially me, that I love hot yoga so much. Because you get simply drenched in sweat, your hair, your skin, head to toe, soaked down to your skivvies.

If you wear any. Which I don't.

Anywho. Sweat. I miss it. I miss my sweat. It's only been four days without class, I've certainly gone much longer and very recently, too, but not because I wasn't allowed, because I didn't want to.

I'm not allowed. AND I WANT TO GO.

I think I'm getting better. My wheeze is less wheezy, my cough less...moist. (You're welcome.)

I should be back in the studio soon, restarting my 10 Day Challenge.

Sweating.

A Life In List Form

1) I just ate cereal out of a mixing bowl. That's embarrassing.

2) My antibiotics are making me sleepy, and I actually feel more sickly now than I did before I started taking them. Fuck you, modern medicine.

3) I went home early after my Super Important Meeting, which was Really Not A Big Deal, but I Made Progress In Life Today, and I Like Capitals.

4) Then I was going to nap, but my sheets were so gross and full of cat hair that I dreamed about them last night, so I changed them.

5) THEN I napped.

6) Now I'm irritated, because The Progress I Thought I Had Made has totally been cut at the knees because of me going home. Fucking hell. Whatever.

7) Here's a puppy.

X-Woman

My x-rays showed that my disease is not pneumonia up and walking around, it's just your normal, run of the mill bronchitis.

How boring.

But, per my doctor, that still keeps me away from hot yoga for at least five more days. So not going last night was actually the responsible choice, not the lazy one. Go me.

You know what's incredibly frustrating? I've been working sick for weeeeks, and now that I'm diagnosed and taking antibiotics that make me sleepy and I should/could go home, I have a meeting today that I don't want to miss with the new CEO and I don't think I should leave.

Why is this my life?

A Walk With Germs

So, after nearly six weeks of hacking and wheezing and pleas from my BFF and coworkers to get my ass to urgent care, I finally went today.

Either I have:

a) bronchitis

or

b) walking pneumonia

Fun, right? RIGHT!

I have to go back for a chest x-ray tomorrow, 'cause of course their machine was down today. Of course, as this is how my life works. Can't just get shit DONE.

I am now left with a bit of a quandry. I feel, you know, fine, mostly. Save the cough and the wheeze and the occasional inability to breathe. But if I do have, you know, PNEUMONIA, should I not be taking that shit to yoga? You know, for my own health, but also...germs.

I don't know. My 10 Days is looking so pretty.

Wah.

Edited to add: Decided ixnay on the ogayay. Talked to another hot yogi who said she had an upper respiratory infection that developed into pneumonia after a hot yoga kick and her doctor things the heat and humidity played a role. So I will ask the doc at tomorrow's appt what I should do. Byebye, 10 Day Challenge. :(

Hot Mess Me

Still no yoga.

My plan all week was to take myself to dinner last night after therapy at my favorite cafe, read for awhile, then go to a late class. But *cough* *sneeze* *sniffle*. Another box of tissues down.

So, I decided I'd wake up early this morning and go, because my nose has been clearer in the mornings. But I woke up even earlier, with horrible cramps, 'cause Shark Week decided to come to Taylorland a week early for no fucking reason.

But, as I discussed with my therapist last night, I'm being oh so gentle with myself. In the past I'd be BEATING MYSELF UP over not going to class in the past week. But you know what? Life happens, I'm human, and I didn't get there this week.

'Cause I'm a hot fucking mess.

Yen for Yoga

I really, really, really want to go to yoga.

Really.

I haven't been to the studio since Friday. I need to get sweaty. I want to crack the shit out of my back. I want to stretch my fingers high to the sky. I want to spend an hour staring at my pedicure. I want to BEND.

But I'm just so freaking gross. Two days, two entire boxes of tissues. Literally, I am not even exaggerating. My nose is red and raw. I am very attractive. But I know if I was in class and there was some chick in the back sniffling and coughing up a storm I'd be like, "GTFO, Typhoid Mary."

I really don't think I'm contagious. I feel fine, other than my lovely cough and inability to stop blowing my nose. STUPID POLLEN. But still. I'm going to give it another day, hopefully I'm somewhat more presentable tomorrow and I can suppress the hacking and get my hot vinyasa on.

A little truth.

Okay, confession here.

I've totally fallen into a pit of despair.

I think I've actually physically manifested my sadness and made myself sick. I feel awful today.

Harrumph.

That is all.

Lazy Pancake Sunday

I woke up to rain today, almost noon, with a sore throat and aching neck. Yesterday I had hoped that pain was just the delayed hangover of no-sleep Thursday, but no. I may be a bit sick.

So obviously, I started the day by stumbling down to the corner diner and getting pancakes for breakfast.

I had intended to get quarters and do some laundry today...but laundry can't be done while it's raining, now can it? No, not when you have to go outside to the back of the building to get to the machines. And yes, by the way, someone came and fixed the washer and my comforter survived. I still want a new one, though.

So, no laundry, and no chance of being productive while I feel rather crappy.

Back to bed it is.