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i am: 40...a capricorn / moon in pisces / libra rising...an old soul with a young spirit...older than i look...contemplating my 3rd tattoo...NOT a web designer...a lesbian...working things out with the g.f....a native iowan...a graduate of cornell college and ohio state...a critical reader and thinker...really rather shy...agnostic...an ardent feminist...a bleeding-heart liberal...a pacifist...and so not your average white grrl...
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November 21, 2002
yeah, i'm here.there seem to be a lot of people with little or no time for blogging these days...and i'm one of 'em. like everyone else, i just have other things going on right now. work has been maddddd busy. i have $85 million+ worth of proposals to write/edit/design by mid-december. and i'm working WAY harder than i want to right now, just to stay afloat. i ask you: how's a grrl s'posed to x-mas shop amidst all this madness?? i don't usually catch much of the "holiday spirit" that everyone's always going on and on about this time of year, but choosing the perfect gift(s) for my loved ones makes me really, really happy. and i've not had much time for it, damn it.
i've also been dealing with a sick cat: my 10 1/2 year-old harper lee. with the exception of chronic hairball issues (which are gross, but not life-threatening), he has always been healthy. but in the last 3 weeks, he's been diagnosed with:1) a hyperactive thyroid...treated with a pill a day for the rest of his life. (sidebar: have you ever "pilled" a cat? it can be tricky.)
2) a heart murmur...which may disappear once his metabolism is under control...which the thyroid meds should do.
3) gasteroenteritis. after responding wonderfully to the thyroid medication, he suddenly just stopped eating (not even treats), lost a pound in 2 weeks (he's down to only 7.5!), was vomiting a lot, and had to be hospitalized for 3 days for dehydration. now he's on more medication (drops), special food, and seems to be doing better. *knocking on wood, crossing all digits* while expensive ($365 and counting), the worst part of it all for me has been the stress. with the exception of harper lee (and now 2 1/2 year-old kala), i haven't had the best history with cats and their health. in the last 14 years, i've lost three—chelsea, nikko, and scout—to various dreadful ailments. so even a trip to the vet evokes near-panic attacks (in me...totally separate from what it evokes in the cat), and an (almost, but not quite) irrational fear that i'm about to lose another.
you have to understand...harper lee? he's my cat...and all that. he and i, we've been thru some thangs. 3 break-ups (he was a gift to me following the first of those). 2 grrlfriends. 4 apartments. the drama with (and subsequent loss of) nikko and scout. at the risk of sounding like the "crazy cat lady" with 37 cats down the street...he has been my confidante when there was no one else around to fill that role. losing him would fuck me up. i know it'll happen eventually...but hey, i know people with 22 year-old cats, so he might only be middle-aged....
anyway...like i said, i've got other things to do. in addition to the above, basketball season has started (we're driving to pittsburgh for the duquesne game tomorrow nite, and flying to denver for a tournament in boulder next week), and i am managing to get a little shopping done. but don't worry...i'll be back eventually. meanwhile, hit me up via e-mail if you are so inclined. and thanks to those of you who already have, for your concern. luh ya. :)
4:56 PM
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