Life 1, Christina 0.
Called out sick today. I woke up feeling like I'd gargled with sandpaper, and I have one of those suspicious headaches that just screams sinus trouble. I didn't sleep well at all last night. In fact, I may well have drooled on Skyler at some point. Attractive.
My brother was admitted to the hospital over the weekend because he had a migraine so terrible that he temporarily lost his vision. They did CAT scans, they tested him for meningitis. As it turns out, it most likely has something to do with his optic nerve, though I'm almost willing to bet the farm that it has something to do with his new job. Matt's never had head problems before, but I do know one thing-- as much as I love my brother, he doesn't handle stress well at all. I think he just realized that he's stuck with the NSA for 10 years now. He signed for the money, and now he's stuck with the life.
My toaster oven kicked my ass. No, I will not elaborate.
Jacques went to the vet yesterday morning, and for $74, he got a fluid shot and antibiotics. Let me tell you how pissed he was to get a needle-- I have never seen a rodent glare before, but I swear he glared at me when the vet handed him back. I now have to feed him his Baytril from a syringe twice a day. Do you know how hard it is to get a mouse to drink from a goddamn syringe? On the plus side, he's started eating again and is no longer making that weird click-click rickety noise. On the minus, though, he's still breathing heavy and sometimes sounds stuffy. He's not been terribly active, but I imagine he's stressed to all hell.
The animal hospital I went to was on Falls Road, and was founded by Dr. Kim Hammond, who's kind of a regional celebrity. Dr. Hammond works on TV and movie sets-- the walls were covered in autographed glossies-- including one of Angelina Jolie. At least that's a positive sign in my book.
Today, I have to do laundry and clean this effing room. It looks like a tornado hit it. But first, I need a hot shower, and to unclog. I feel all hazy. Then, lunch and my new copy of Labyrinth, which I bought before I knew I had to go the vet. Well, I shouldn't grouse. At least my bills are paid.
My brother was admitted to the hospital over the weekend because he had a migraine so terrible that he temporarily lost his vision. They did CAT scans, they tested him for meningitis. As it turns out, it most likely has something to do with his optic nerve, though I'm almost willing to bet the farm that it has something to do with his new job. Matt's never had head problems before, but I do know one thing-- as much as I love my brother, he doesn't handle stress well at all. I think he just realized that he's stuck with the NSA for 10 years now. He signed for the money, and now he's stuck with the life.
My toaster oven kicked my ass. No, I will not elaborate.
Jacques went to the vet yesterday morning, and for $74, he got a fluid shot and antibiotics. Let me tell you how pissed he was to get a needle-- I have never seen a rodent glare before, but I swear he glared at me when the vet handed him back. I now have to feed him his Baytril from a syringe twice a day. Do you know how hard it is to get a mouse to drink from a goddamn syringe? On the plus side, he's started eating again and is no longer making that weird click-click rickety noise. On the minus, though, he's still breathing heavy and sometimes sounds stuffy. He's not been terribly active, but I imagine he's stressed to all hell.
The animal hospital I went to was on Falls Road, and was founded by Dr. Kim Hammond, who's kind of a regional celebrity. Dr. Hammond works on TV and movie sets-- the walls were covered in autographed glossies-- including one of Angelina Jolie. At least that's a positive sign in my book.
Today, I have to do laundry and clean this effing room. It looks like a tornado hit it. But first, I need a hot shower, and to unclog. I feel all hazy. Then, lunch and my new copy of Labyrinth, which I bought before I knew I had to go the vet. Well, I shouldn't grouse. At least my bills are paid.