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You know you're having a bad day when...
Sep. 29th, 2014 09:25 pmI thought I'd let you all have a laugh at my expense.
Have you ever had one of those days that you wish you'd just slept through and not woken up until the following morning? Today has been one of those days. It started before daybreak when I was woken to the sound of garbage trucks and realised I had forgotten to take the trash out. Nothing drastic, but it set the tone for the rest of the day. When I next awoke, bleary eyed and still half asleep I reached over to the nightstand in the semi-dark room, fumbled open my medication and swallowed it, then with my eyes still pretty much closed I grabbed the glass of water I keep by the bed to take a big gulp to wash it down. That's when I felt something other than water go into my mouth. My eyes flew open as I bolted upright and spat water all over the bed...and unfortunately my cat, Pixel. And right in the middle of the wet patch on the doona was a very wet, soggy fly. I'd had a fly in my mouth. A fly. In. My. Mouth! After much vigorous teeth brushing, mouthwash swirling, and more than a little gagging, I staggered out to feed the cat and let her outside.
I went back into my room to clean up the flung aside water glass and that's when I noticed the medication box and remembered something. When the garbos woke me I had gotten up to pee and had taken my tablet early because I was really aching. When I woke up a couple of hours later I had popped the pill on autopilot. Great, now I'd accidentally doubled up on my slow release opiate painkillers. That was going to make the day interesting by the time the second dose kicked in...and last for the next 12 hours. I needed coffee. So I turned around to stomp out to the kitchen to make it, and that's when I slipped on some of the water that I'd spilled when I'd flung aside the glass. Hmm, lucky I'd taken that extra pain medication after all.
So I make my coffee (grumbling about my now sore butt that I'd fallen on) and realised that although it's only early Spring, the day was Summer hot. So I opened the huge sliding window (leaving the screen half opened so Pixel can come and go as she pleases), grabbed my laptop and sat on the sofa to read a fic and enjoy my morning coffee. I'd settled in and was feeling relaxed (and maybe just a little high from the pain meds) when the maintenance guy for my building decided to clean up the garden, and that he would start right outside my front window. I didn't notice him, or the big leaf blower he was carrying, because I was reading. The next minute the blower roared to life and pretty much every leaf from outside came flying through my window in a big cloud of dirt, dust, and pollen. So now I have the worst hayfever attack you can imagine and a living room full of garden detritus and sneezing so much I felt my head may literally explode from the force.
I gave up on my nice relaxing coffee, popped some antihistamines, and jumped into a hot steamy shower. It helped somewhat. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth and reached over to grab my deodorant from the cabinet in my tiny, tiny bathroom and knocked the (open) jar of my favourite face cream into the toilet because I'd forgotten to put the lid down. FML.
This afternoon I was kind of half napping - yep, still a little high from the tablets - and was brought to full wakefulness to pitiful distressed cat sounds. I raced into the living room to see Pixel lying in a very contorted position under the coffee table and my heart was in my throat. Visions of broken bones in my head, I pushed the table out of the way and discovered what the real problem was. I have absolutely no idea how she managed it, but her right leg was completely through her collar, which was pretty much almost choking her, and the buckle was lodged firmly under her armpit (pawpit?) and the wing of her shoulderblade was being pushed to what looked like an extremely painful angle. I'm very, very lucky that she's a gentle cat, because except for a tiny struggle when I first lifted her, she sat still on my lap while I fumbled and cursed and accidentally pulled out chunks of fur, trying to get the buckle undone, and again when I massaged feeling back into her shoulder. Actually I think she loved that part given the loud purring. I would have cut the damn thing off but I didn't see how I could get the blade of the scissors under the collar without hurting her even more. How she'd jumped back in through the window is a mystery.
The day didn't really improve much after that. I felt a little nauseous from the opiates, my head has been aching from the hayfever, I have a bruised behind, and my (normally very good around food) cat decided that my dinner looked a little too tempting while I was up getting something to drink and I came back in the room just in time to see her licking happily at my thai pork dumplings, which then had to be binned.
I give up. Can it be tomorrow already?
Have you ever had one of those days that you wish you'd just slept through and not woken up until the following morning? Today has been one of those days. It started before daybreak when I was woken to the sound of garbage trucks and realised I had forgotten to take the trash out. Nothing drastic, but it set the tone for the rest of the day. When I next awoke, bleary eyed and still half asleep I reached over to the nightstand in the semi-dark room, fumbled open my medication and swallowed it, then with my eyes still pretty much closed I grabbed the glass of water I keep by the bed to take a big gulp to wash it down. That's when I felt something other than water go into my mouth. My eyes flew open as I bolted upright and spat water all over the bed...and unfortunately my cat, Pixel. And right in the middle of the wet patch on the doona was a very wet, soggy fly. I'd had a fly in my mouth. A fly. In. My. Mouth! After much vigorous teeth brushing, mouthwash swirling, and more than a little gagging, I staggered out to feed the cat and let her outside.
I went back into my room to clean up the flung aside water glass and that's when I noticed the medication box and remembered something. When the garbos woke me I had gotten up to pee and had taken my tablet early because I was really aching. When I woke up a couple of hours later I had popped the pill on autopilot. Great, now I'd accidentally doubled up on my slow release opiate painkillers. That was going to make the day interesting by the time the second dose kicked in...and last for the next 12 hours. I needed coffee. So I turned around to stomp out to the kitchen to make it, and that's when I slipped on some of the water that I'd spilled when I'd flung aside the glass. Hmm, lucky I'd taken that extra pain medication after all.
So I make my coffee (grumbling about my now sore butt that I'd fallen on) and realised that although it's only early Spring, the day was Summer hot. So I opened the huge sliding window (leaving the screen half opened so Pixel can come and go as she pleases), grabbed my laptop and sat on the sofa to read a fic and enjoy my morning coffee. I'd settled in and was feeling relaxed (and maybe just a little high from the pain meds) when the maintenance guy for my building decided to clean up the garden, and that he would start right outside my front window. I didn't notice him, or the big leaf blower he was carrying, because I was reading. The next minute the blower roared to life and pretty much every leaf from outside came flying through my window in a big cloud of dirt, dust, and pollen. So now I have the worst hayfever attack you can imagine and a living room full of garden detritus and sneezing so much I felt my head may literally explode from the force.
I gave up on my nice relaxing coffee, popped some antihistamines, and jumped into a hot steamy shower. It helped somewhat. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth and reached over to grab my deodorant from the cabinet in my tiny, tiny bathroom and knocked the (open) jar of my favourite face cream into the toilet because I'd forgotten to put the lid down. FML.
This afternoon I was kind of half napping - yep, still a little high from the tablets - and was brought to full wakefulness to pitiful distressed cat sounds. I raced into the living room to see Pixel lying in a very contorted position under the coffee table and my heart was in my throat. Visions of broken bones in my head, I pushed the table out of the way and discovered what the real problem was. I have absolutely no idea how she managed it, but her right leg was completely through her collar, which was pretty much almost choking her, and the buckle was lodged firmly under her armpit (pawpit?) and the wing of her shoulderblade was being pushed to what looked like an extremely painful angle. I'm very, very lucky that she's a gentle cat, because except for a tiny struggle when I first lifted her, she sat still on my lap while I fumbled and cursed and accidentally pulled out chunks of fur, trying to get the buckle undone, and again when I massaged feeling back into her shoulder. Actually I think she loved that part given the loud purring. I would have cut the damn thing off but I didn't see how I could get the blade of the scissors under the collar without hurting her even more. How she'd jumped back in through the window is a mystery.
The day didn't really improve much after that. I felt a little nauseous from the opiates, my head has been aching from the hayfever, I have a bruised behind, and my (normally very good around food) cat decided that my dinner looked a little too tempting while I was up getting something to drink and I came back in the room just in time to see her licking happily at my thai pork dumplings, which then had to be binned.
I give up. Can it be tomorrow already?
