Good grief this past week has been insanely busy! From the last time I posted, my world has been flipped upside down (almost).
I had several tests in school, and since I am a studious person, I spent a great deal of time pouring through my notes and texts. It paid off, though - I made an A on both research papers, I got a 100 on my math test (which was a big relief since math doesn’t come naturally to me), and I made a 109 on my criminal justice midterm.
Tuesday I was at the dentist all day, more repairs made necessary by my wonderful birth defect.
Thursday, I went back to my orthopedic surgeon. For those of you who may not know, I’ve had six major knee surgeries. Climbing stairs, running, jogging, and swimming are exceptionally painful. I climb at least ten flights of stairs each day I am at school. I simply cannot wait for the elevators since the elevators are older than me and if I were to wait, I would surely be late to class - which, of course, is inadmissible since somehow I got 4 professors who shut the door once their class period begins. So I went to my surgeon. Of course he had nothing new to say… Just renewed (or reconfirmed?) my diagnosis of Iliotibial Band Friction Syndrome. There is no cure for Iliotibial Band Friction Syndrome and treatment deals only with symptoms. In most people, this syndrome corrects itself after a period of resting and “treatment.” Treatment is ice, rest, stretching and pain killers. In about 5% of cases, relief is never found. I happen to fall into that blessed 5%. Good to know I’m unique, right?
Friday is the day that I usually go to school, work for about 5 or 6 hours in enrollment services or advising and then go to my class. My boyfriend spent the night with me on Thursday night. We didn’t go to bed till about midnight. My cat, who had been acting strange anyway, woke me up at 3AM crying. Let me explain something: My cat, Kezia, is a sweet, lovable, playful, outgoing cat. She likes attention, she likes being petted, she likes playing with string etc. When she woke me up at 3AM, she would NOT let me touch her. She ended up hiding under my dresser where I couldn’t reach her, meowing plaintively. I had no choice but to get ready and go to school as normal. I left home at 7AM, but woke my boyfriend and told him to call me when he was going to work so I’d know how Kezia was doing. At 10:45, he called and said she had only gotten worse. So, with many hurried phone calls to supervisors, professors, vets and bosses, I managed to get away from work, meet my boyfriend who had my cat, and rush her to the vet. My sweet, 5-month old cat was no longer the gentle, lovable kitten I knew her to be. Angry, frustrated, in pain, and obviously sick, she became quite menacing. She had never bitten a person out of malice, but when that poor vet tried to get her out of her cage, she just about devoured the vet’s fingers. (Not quite, but I like vivid imagery) Once Kezia was coaxed out of her carrier, the vet tapped her bladder because it was very full - just to make sure it wasn’t obstructed by crystals or stones. Her urine was clear, thankfully. The next order of business was temperature-taking. Wow, animals just LOVE that….haha. My poor cat’s temperature was over 104 - normal for a cat is between 100 and 101. The vet recommended that Kezia stay overnight, receiving fluids and antibiotics, and told me I could call in the morning to check on her, that I might even be able to retrieve her. Not to be overdramatic, but leaving my sick cat in the hands of strangers was not an easy thing to do.
The next morning, Halloween, I called and was able to pick up Kezia. She was back to her playful, lovable, sweet, fever-free self. Thank God!
HALLOWEEN.
Haunted houses, skanky costumes, booze.
Wow, yeah nothing more to say there.
Wait, no I have more to say.
I worked at a church fall festival painting faces. I painted “SAVE THE WHALES” on one kid’s face.
Then, I was reassured that I still live in Alabama (as if there were any doubts). One girl, maybe about 10 years old, was dressed as a bride. Her brother was the groom. ONLY in Alabama…
I went to the Barns of Horror.
We had to sign a waiver saying that the Barns of Horror owners weren’t responsible for any physical or mental harm that may come upon one while in the Barns. It was intense, and I loved it.
As for the skanky costumes and booze….that’s just not for me.
Needless to say this past week has been friggin' insane... My sisters both had swine flu the entire time, which only complicated things. I have yet to get sick... /knock on wood
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