mama bear is fiercely emotional

Kitten was attacked by something two weeks ago.  She seemed shaken up and maybe bruised but relatively okay, no blood anywhere.  She was eating and using the litter box just fine.  Her lower back had a small lump which I thought was a bruise.  It turned out to be a nasty swollen infection, which I found out after it burst.  Ugggghhhhhhhhhhh.  So icky.

I cleaned her up with many warm, wet washcloths and hydrogen peroxide, after expressing the wound for a bit to make sure all the pus was out.  It bled clean, so I thought we had made a turn for the good.

But then yesterday, it started oozing pus again.  This morning she and I had a small conversation, and I explained that I needed to take her to the doctor.  I called the vet two minutes before they opened, and they said I could bring her right in.

I'm not sure who was traumatized more, Kitten or me.  She started howling while they held her down and shaved the spot.  Then he cleaned it, and more yowling.  Two shots (antibiotics and cortisone), and she was back in her carrier.  Meanwhile, I had to get a tissue and soak up the tears running down my face.  The vet assumed it was a cat that bit her, as those generally get infected.

I lugged her 13.4 pound pitiful ass back to the car and drove home.  She yowled some more for good measure.  She ate second breakfast and then went to hide in my closet.  Fingers crossed that she heals fast.

another day in paradise

I tried once again to have a mini vacation -- a one-day pass to Epcot.  You'd think the community of tomorrow would have found a cure for migraines.  Those lazy fuckers.

I did everything right.   It was a few days after my monthly migraine shot, so it was fresh in my system but not the first day after which can be jarring.  Apparently I'm very sensitive.  Sigh.  I tried to get enough sleep and eat strictly.  I had an eight day migraine-free streak, so I was doing something right. 

And then, BAM, the weather shifted abruptly, which obviously I can't control.  A few hours after arriving at the park, I started feeling the telltale signs.   I immediately took meds and then more 15 minutes later just in case.  Fortunately it never got too horrible where I needed to leave immediately, but it sure put a dent in my enjoyment and motivation to experience things.

I ended up sitting in a relatively quiet spot (who knew those existed?) by the Chinese Temple for half an hour or maybe longer (time is relative during an attack), while I had zero energy to walk.  All I really wanted was to curl up in bed.  

After that brief respite, I soldiered on and forced myself to fucking enjoy stuff.   The meds kicked in and made me somewhat numb and apathetic.  Not to mention the migraine itself wreaking havoc on my emotional and cognitive states.  It wasn't a complete waste of a day.  I did have fun and loved seeing the Pixar short films.  All of the rides I went on were extremely gentle.  I've learned my lesson about those.  Probably.

Oh well, maybe I can figure out some other nearby spot for a mini vacation next year.

Hope springs eternal, according to Alexander Pope.