July 05, 2001: sleepwalker
Lilith, my girlcat, has a bladder infection. I'm pretty sure she'd been coming down with it for a couple of weeks, but she only started with the obvious stuff (peeing everywhere) on Thursday night. I got her into the vet Friday morning, and she came home Saturday morning.
The people at the vet hospital think Lilith is funny. I'm glad they do, because in all actuality she's a hellcat. She's fine--all snuggly and everything--before they put her into the cage, but once in the cage she becomes aggressive and willing to do almost anything to get out. I took her in again this morning because her antibiotics weren't working--she got better, and now she's worse and peeing blood--and they took her back for an abdominal x-ray right away, before they put her into a cage, as an x-ray requires at least minimal cooperation from the animal. And Lilith is about 13 pounds of heavily muscled cat, and when she wants to put up a fight, she puts up a *fight*.
So I'm waiting, now. Poor cat. I don't think she's felt quite right for weeks. She's a sweet thing [when she's not being EVIL BEYOND ALL BELIEF], and I hope this time we find out what's really wrong with her.
So, yesterday.
Yesterday, I fell down the stairs.
I was cleaning the floors upstairs and has put the vaccum on the first step in the usual "take me downstairs!" location. I was going downstairs and not taking the vaccum, so I stepped around it--and my heel slipped off the first step. And I fell.
I went kathunking down the stairs on my butt, attempting to stop myself and not having much luck. I finally came to a halt about halfway down the stairs, with an acute awareness that I'd better go lie down RIGHT NOW. So I lay down on the couch for a while and listened to my head spin, and then i got up and finished the floors.
Total damage: one shallow bruise on my left leg, a deep purple bruise on my right hip, and something torn in my right shoulder. The bruises are fine, but the shoulder is worrying--it's very painful to turn my head more than a few degrees right or left at the moment. (makes driving an adventure!) And I ache all over. ow, ow, ow.
Ibuprofen. Ibuprofen is my friend.
I did go see Moulin Rouge with K last night, which was....odd. Very, very pretty. Sheer unapologetic excess. Overall, I liked it, though I really ought to have read some reviews before i saw it. Heh. At least then, I would have been prepared for all of the modern songs.
I feel as though I am sleepwalking through my days.
I only wish I could wake up.
Sleep clings to me wherever I go. I feel as if I am muffled in cotton, seeing myself from a thousand feet up.
I am watching myself live as if I were someone else, clapping politely when the curtain is drawn at the end of the day.
And I hate this.
I need to do something--but what? I'm not feeling particularly brave right now.
