wounds
wound of unknown origin
Shansie has a previously undiscovered wound
of unknown origin. The vet discovered it when she went in
for spaying. The wound obviously occurred prior to her
arrival at the shelter. This means one thing: quarantine!
Wound of unknown origin means possible rabies exposure.
Unlike a lot of places, MRFRS does not kill cats that have
wounds of unknown origin. As Stacy put it: "Far too many
cats who don't have rabies are put to sleep because of it."
So, we have a rabies quarantine area set up. I can't work in
it because I haven't had my rabies shot (yes there is a
preexposure vaccine - all staff who work in the quarantine
room have had the vaccine).
I told Stacy the Buddha is smiling down on us for not
killing these cats.
wounds of known origin
Slinky swiped at my right hand and got a claw
into the tip of my pinky. Boy he knows where to get the most
blood!
Quincy swiped at me every time I walked by her. Twice she
drew blood - once from my left hand between thumb and
forefinger (y'know, the really tender part of your hand) and
once from my right forearm when I attempted to pick up
Molly's food dish (or was it Charlie's? I don't remember).
is that the thunder in the distance I hear?
The mockingbird is singing something that
sounds like a mouse squeaking or a really weak kitten
mewling for food - not at all like a bird song. Thunder has
started. It rumbles and the sky gets darker but no sign of
rain or lightning yet. I can't tell how far away it is.
Aren't you supposed to count the seconds between the
lightning and the thunder to calculate how far away it is?
What if you can't see the lightning?
I would really like to shut this Mac down and finish this
later, but work addict that I am I don't want to stop
performing a task until it's done. And after all, the
lifeguard hasn't closed the swimming pool yet - so obviously
whatever system he uses for calculating how close it is says
it's still far enough away.
A robin landed on the wire outside with a worm in his
mouth. Umm at 4:45 in the afternoon he's not exactly the
early bird.
The thunder is getting louder and more frequent and I
heard the lifeguard whistle to clear the pool. I just looked
outside and there's still a couple of kids in the pool but
the lifeguard is closing up. The sky still looks almost blue
under the clouds. It's an odd sky. Threatening but not
too threatening.
working
for the cats
I've spent the better part of the afternoon
working on rewriting part of the brochure for the Purrfect
Companions program. I don't know why it is taking me so
long. Purrfection I guess...
Seriously, I am slowly being sucked into more and more
work on behalf of the shelter. Not that I mind doing good
for cats or the community but I am distressed to see some of
my old workaholic habits resurfacing. For example, it is now
after 6:00PM and I have not eaten since a donut at
breakfast. I'm starving and I'm sitting here writing this
journal entry instead of getting dinner. Lunch never
occurred to me.
I didn't have time for a proper breakfast because I was
running extremely late this morning. I accidentally reset
the time on the clock radio when I set the alarm
time. This is supposed to be impossible without pressing the
override button but it's the third time it's happened to me!
There is obviously something wrong with the switch. Well,
actually there is obviously something wrong with me.
for the family
I just realized that in between working on
the brochure I was also trying to e-mail the draft madre's
70th birthday party invitation to Donald for review and I
was so spacy I kept making mistakes in understanding what
ClarisWorks can and cannot convert. After I consumed a huge
quantity of Coca Cola, I realized the easiest thing to do
was put the damned thing in html and have Donald and Kevin
review it on the web. Duh! Can I be getting Alzheimer's at
46? What is wrong with me?
compulsively
Why am I sitting here? OK, I just picked up
the phone and ordered a pizza from Bertucci's. It'll be
reading in 15 minutes. So in 15 minutes I will get up and go
get it. This is simple. It can be done. I don't have to
finish everything in the next 15 minutes or even today ...
And working on the journal entry doesn't get me any further
toward redoing the brochure or finishing the party
invitation. It just makes me feel like I'm doing something
and therefore have a place in society. A legitimate place in
society.
And now off to Bertucci's for the pizza...
later on
Now I've had the pizza and I've
passive-aggressively parked over by the dumpster, far from
my unit, to allow little neighbor kids to ride their bikes
in my parking space. Their dad said I didn't have to do that
for them but I shrugged and said they need some place to
play.
So about this needing to feel like I have a legitimate
place in society. What's up with that? And can I achieve it
if I sleep late?
today's spell checker revelations
The spell checker failed to recognize:
And surprisingly, it recognized passive-aggressively and
workaholic.
I never cease to find the spell checker amusing.
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