Vegerot

Been awhile since I made one of these so I figured the first day of the year was as good a day as any!

But before we get down to the nitty gritty, let's start of with the first 'Vegerot's Journaly Rant on the Weather' of the new year!

It's been really fucking cold lately. So cold that it's making some of my old injuries hurt... >< Unfortunately, it hasn't been cold enough to snow all that much. Gotten a light dusting here and there but nothing all that major. We DID get the fiest White Christmas in Kami knows how long tho which was pretty awesome! Of course, it didn't actually snow till the evening of Christmas Day but a win's a win. :v

It's supposed to snow again tomorrow, how bad tho, I'm not sure. Ah well, snow in the new year will be nice. c:

And thus ends the first 'Vegerot's Journaly Rant on the Weather' of the new year!

Lotta shit has happened since I last updated. So much that I don't really care to list it all and will instead throw out that stuff and thangs happened; cons, video game shenanigans, historical movie awesomeness, self-defense and some other things I'm sure.

I got some pretty neat DBZ related merchandise this past year. Things such as a S.H. Figuarts Broly. Pre-ordered the magnificent bastard in September and he arrived about a week before Christmas. :'D I also went to watch Battle of Gods in the special limited theatrical release they were holding in select theaters nationwide with some friends and my sister. It. Was. The single most beautiful thing I've ever seen on the silver screen. Months later, I not only purchased said film but got it autographed by Ian Sinclair the voice of Whis. He was so excited to finally sign a copy. xD My mission now is to have everyone else sign it. Tis a difficult task but if I play my cards right, it may be possible to complete.

I also managed to get hold of a HUGE bookshelf courtesy of a family friend to put all the books I previously had stacked in random places. It's beautiful... My room basically got a little rearranging that was a long time coming. The bookcase is now full but there's more room than there was before. Been really hard controlling my urge to buy new books tho. >< Really gotta read the ones I have first... >.>

Onto the self-defense. A friend invited me to try out a Krav Maga course. It's not mandatory and it's pretty fun but it's been too cold for me to bother with it the last couple weeks. I do plan to go back but not sure when. I wish it would warm up a bit more. :/ Luckily the month or so I spent taking the class left me with pretty nifty skills.

I cannot promise a lot of art for this coming year so just be thankful for whatever I DO happen to upload. I don't doodle as often as I used to but dammit when I do, it's usually pretty great. :')

I have submitted 333 deviations and have 333 messages. 333 + 333 = 666

This journal shall now burst into flames.

Vegerot

Updating my journal so soon is almost unheard of!  Almost.

Time for another "exciting" edition of 'Vegerot's Journaly Rant on the Weather'!  

Well, the weather is being weird just like it knows how to be.  It literally went from 43 one day to 85 the next!   It was quite troubling for me because I couldn't decide whether or not to pack a jacket or not. >.>

It even rained a bit yesterday, which was kind of nice after the sweltering heat from the two previous days (my birthday included).  I was totally wiped from being on my feet for nearly two days straight so the rain was relaxing at least.  Today wasn't hot or cold, just windy.  Which I prefer over still air and the sun.  

Summer doesn't have much longer to go and I for one am happy to finally see it go though it refuses to go down without a fight.  

Thus ends 'Vegerot's Journaly Rant on the Weather'!  

I was a bit upset last week as I discovered I was coming down with either allergies or a cold, couldn't quite tell which - at first.  After the first day or so, I traced my eyes itching and increased sneezing because of dusting to be the result of allergies so I immediately took action against them in the hopes I would either be better by my birthday or at least be well enough to be sneezing every five minutes.  Took some time and a lot of tissue but by my birthday, I still wasn't quite well enough to do anything all that great but  my grandpa took me to lunch after we had picked my sister up from school and that was basically it.  

Of the few physical gifts I received long before my actual birthday, I got SSJG Goku and SSJ Vegeta figures from a dear friend of mine (she knows who she is), a Roy Mustang figure from another friend (who also knows who she is) and I'm going to be getting two more gifts in the mail soonish.  

Saturday was my chance to do more of what I wanted but all we did was go to lunch immediately at my favorite restaurant.  It wasn't bad but I was a bit disappointed that was all anyone wanted to do.  I had suggested days before that we could do mini golf since my sister and I had vouchers we could redeem at any time but I guess no one else wanted to do that.   Once we had gotten back to my mom's house that afternoon, I spent a good hour or so helping tend to the animals.  

Sunday I went to the fair with my mom, step-dad and sister which I was on the fence about since it's usually the same crap every year and it gets kinda boring.  They actually changed a lot so the experience wasn't that bad.  Blew most of our money on just food and merchandise but it was still a pretty good time.  The latter half of the afternoon was spent waiting for the go ahead to take three chickens my mom had purchased home.  Sat in the backseat with the box they were in on my lap.  Cute little things.   

My dad even came by on my birthday (I don't speak to or see him much, you see) and brought me a cake.  German chocolate!  One of my favorites tho I usually don't care much for chocolate.  It was a nice surprise since I'm lucky if he calls me for it.   

Got home so late Sunday that I had to stay at my mom's which I usually try to avoid because of reasons... *cough*pyschocat*cough*

My mom put her away for the time I was in the house tho and once I started getting tired, I went to sleep in the camper and she let her out once I left.  My step-dad insisted the cat wouldn't be aggressive now that he was home but I wasn't taking any chances so the camper was the final sleep destination.  Not an hour later tho, I had to go to the bathroom and my sister was supposed to go in with me to put her cat away but she insisted the cat was in her room when I knew damn well that wasn't true.  So I had to call my mom and have her put the cat away.  That done, I went back to the camper and went back to sleep only to be woken up a tad late, well for my mom since she usually leaves her house at 7, the next morning.  My alarm hadn't gone off and to top it all off, it was in the next room where I placed it on the camper's kitchen counter before exiting the night before.

I gathered my things and headed into the house only to come face-to-face with none other than the cat.  I froze in place and my mom immediately made to lure her into my sister's room with food.  She left the kitchen and walked to the living room but refused to go further, her gaze always going back to me.  I stayed rooted to the spot and remained very still so as not to seem threatening tho my heart was racing already.  Once my sister finally dragged her butt inside, I told her to pick her cat up and put her away which she did.  
Once the cat was out of the picture, I let out a sigh of relief.  I hadn't even realized I had been holding my breath.   

Aside from the new chickens, my mom has five other chickens plus 7 chicks.  Cutest little things.  I named one Commander Peepers.  He (or she) is the only one I can tell apart form the rest quite easily.  

My mom has 8 turkey poults as well but unfortunately, one of them severely broke her wing recently and we don't know just yet if she'll make it or not.  It's too late to fix her wing now but we hope she'll be able to be integrated back in with her siblings soon as she is currently indoors with the chicks.  

I haven't really done much else to make note of.  I don't think I have to go back to the dentist and have those spurs filed down so that's good I guess.  The extra week I gave myself gave them the time they needed to smooth out on their own.  I really could not have dealt with another week of pain and bloody gauze...  Ick.

I have blathered enough.  Later!

-Vegerot-

It's time for 'Vegerot's Journaly Rant on the Weather'!  

From wet and rainy to hot and sunny.  Summer's exhibiting its death throes and I for one wish it would just fucking die already.  ><  It's much too hot now and much too drastic a change from the weeks before.  Then it was actually kinda chilly... o.o

I hope this heat wave doesn't last long and that it legitimately starts cooling down.  Autumn is one of my favorite seasons because it's not too hot or too cold and the changing colors of the leaves is nice to see.  c:  

That's all for this edition of 'Vegerot's Journaly Rant on the Weather'!  

Welp, the cat tried to kill me.  Again.    A couple weeks after the first attack, I had thought I reconciled with her because she let me hold her and pet her but one night at my mom's proved me wrong...

She didn't get a chance to tear into me this time, thankfully, because my mom stepped in and protected me from her.  She had me and my sister hide in the laundry room while she calmed the cat down.  Needless to say, I was terrified.  Just the thought that I could have ended up being hurt the same, or worse, than before was too much to bear.  Didn't get much sleep, maybe 3 hours, after my mom put the cat in my sister's room.

See, what happened was that I went to tell my mom something and the cat was sitting in front of her door, almost like she was standing guard or something.  As I got closer, she backed up towards the door and arched her back.  She obviously didn't want me to go any further so I turned around and went back to my bed on the couch.  She followed me, and stopped to meow whenever I would look back at her.  Once I was back in the living room tho, she crouched down, flattened her ears and let out a hiss.  Scared out of my mind, I grabbed the thing closest to me (a blanket) and put it between myself and her and yelled for my mom.  She came running in as the cat hid under the table and swatted her leg.  Too scared to move, I accidentally blocked the cat's path to my sister's room and she ended up taking off towards my mom's.

My mom instructed me to stay by the laundry room and followed the cat.  She sent my sister out to hide with me and Peaches, my dog.  I won't lie, but I broke down then.  I was scared beyond all reason and was worried the cat would harm my mom too.  After a few moments tho, my mom came back out and told us to hide in the laundry room while she took the cat to my sister's room.  We did so and heard her exit the room, talking to the cat calmly all the while.  Once she was locked away, my mom told us it was safe and we exited the room and I slumped down on the bed, relieved but wondering what I had done for the cat to target me of all people.

My mom comforted me and said I could sleep with her if I wanted but I remained on the couch in silent tears until I finally fell asleep at around 3 in the morning.  It's natural for me to be afraid after what happened even tho I hate that it scares me.  But now, whenever I go to my mom's house, the cat needs to be locked up so I can tend to the other animals worry free.  She's let out once I'm safely out of the house, however.  I can't stay there more than a day and trust her not to do this to me again.  It was disastrous the first time I was alone with her and I can't imagine it being any less so if I'm alone with her again.  So much for my times alone...   

I was also lightly butted by the ram we take care of but it only served to tense up my muscles for a few days and left a small bruise.  Nothing more.  He was upset with me for not letting him and the herd out to graze.  And I could tell by how little power he put behind the initial hit, that he didn't intend to seriously hurt me.  That and he only hit me once and that was all.

In other news, my birthday's coming up in a little over a week.  Dunno what to do for it, honestly.    Probably gonna go out to eat or something but it won't be till late afternoon since most everyone will still be at work.  

Oh yes... Time to talk of my dental surgery.  ><  I... wasn't as scared as I thought I'd be while I was sitting in the waiting room but my heart rate noticeably spiked when I looked at the IV they were going to set me up with.  In an effort to remain calm after that, I just closed my eyes and tried to breathe the laughing gas in steadily.  The nurse who was trying to set up my IV tho hurt me because the vein she tried to puncture burst.  HURT. LIKE. FUCK.    I cried a little because of that.  Holy shit, man...  You cannot beLIEVE the pinching.  With that failure, another aid came and hooked the IV up to another vein in my forearm.  Didn't hurt as much so they let it be.  

I don't remember much else after that.  Just heard my mom say it was getting a little crowded in there so she would need to leave soon and that was it.  Woke up in the middle of the procedure at some point.  Felt no pain but I did feel them scraping and pulling at the teeth they were trying to extract.  Not my wisdom teeth but two others that were just in the way.  Heard who I think was the doctor curse pretty loudly and repeatedly (xD) and then I sort of passed out again.  

I was awakened by the nurse (clumsy IV lady) patting my leg and saying, "Hello!" near my head.  I couldn't feel my face, at all.  All I wanted was to go back to sleep but I opened my eyes to find my mom and sister looking at me and then the nurse gave me a blanket because I was freezing.  The doctor said everything went fine, with the exception being the wisdom tooth on the left side would be the most sore because the roots were twisted (), and that I could go whenever I was ready to.  I stayed laying down for a little while then another aid came in to talk to my mom about my pain medicine and what to do with the gauze that I couldn't feel in my mouth and how to care for the wounds.  We sent my grandpa off to pick up my meds while my mom helped me to the car.  Knowing I would be incapable of talking, my sister gave me this little drawing board where I explained I couldn't talk or feel my face.  

Once at home, my mom helped me to my room where I gratefully plopped down on it only to have blood ooze out of my mouth and onto my pillow.  .-.  I forgot I wasn't allowed to lay on my side until the bleeding stopped.  xD  My mom and sister propped me up on my pillows and brought me jello, yogurt or whatever else I needed until my meds arrived.  Once I had taken them, they left to get food - mostly mashed potatoes for me to eat - while I tried to get some sleep.  With a bag of frozen peas pressed to my cheek, I fell asleep for a few hours. 

Later that day, after I had woken up from my nap, my mom came back and brought me a bowl of mashed potatoes.  I managed to make it from my bed to my chair in the den to eat them then but it wasn't long after that I began to feel sleepy again and needed to go back to bed.  

I think changing the gauze was the nastiest thing out of all this.  Ugh...  For three days, they were soaked with blood.  Left a nasty taste in my mouth for sure.  

To be honest, all I really remember from my recovery was sleeping.  XD  I think 75% of my week after surgery was spent sleeping.  Afterwards, tho I started to see what the doctor meant about the left side being more sore.  I would wake up and be like, "Imma fucking kill someone" but once I took my meds, I felt loads better.  Still hurt more than week after but once I went to see how everything was healing (my jaw was sore and I couldn't open my mouth very wide) the pain became increasingly more tolerable.  By then tho, I had stopped using the meds they had given me and was taking Advil.  Took a lot longer to work but they did the job.

Pain's all gone now, tho I still get a cramp in my jaw every now and then, but now I have to worry about the bone spurs that emerged last week.  Doc doesn't want to do anything about them unless it's absolutely necessary because if he smooths them out, I'm right back where I was when my teeth were first extracted.    I only feel the one that was causing me the most pain when I laugh too much and I only have one week left to see if something should be done about it.  I really don't wanna say no and then it bothers me later tho but I also REALLY don't wanna deal with more bloody gauze and pain.  

Guess we'll see...  >.>

I think I've ranted enough about my medical problems.  

Vegerot

Whoo!  Time for 'Vegerot's Journaly Rant on the Weather'!  

Okay, so from after the con to now, it has been HOT.    This week tho, the weather has taken a turn for the better and it has been rainy and cool.  WAY better than hot, humid and insufferable.  

In the midst of all these storms, I've been trying to capture more lighting on camera which hasn't been easy but I have managed to capture a few good images.  In the meantime, I take pictures of the storm clouds because they look cool.  

I'm hoping that if another storm rolls in tonight, I can redeem myself and get better pictures because a couple nights ago, I took 8 pictures in a matter of seconds and, unfortunately, the best shot I have EVER taken wasn't good enough for my phone to keep and it got deleted.  XC  Needless to say, I was not happy.  So yeah, here's hoping.  Only need the right moment...   

And that ends this 'Vegerot's Journaly Rant on the Weather'!  

In other news... the weekend at my mom's house that I thought would be nice and relaxing turned into an absolute nightmare.    It went as follows...

A couple days after the con, I went with my mom to pick up a cat from her friend's house.  I had agreed to take him in as she could no longer keep him in the apartment she had recently moved to and none of us wanted to see him end up in the shelter.  He's not a kitten so we feared he'd be stuck there forever...  Since he was still getting used to his surroundings, I took him to my mom's house so he would at least be with someone he knew and could adjust easier - that and my grandpa didn't want him there while I was gone.  e_e

So I arrive at my mom's house and get everything put in its place then go to let Oscar, my new cat, out of his carrier and he goes off to hide in a hole in the wall that's in my mom's room behind a shelf.  Try as I might, I couldn't get him to come out nor could I get enough room to grab him and pull him out myself.  My mom's cat, Patches, had ventured in at one point or another and I got this stupid thought in my head that if he saw her, he would come out to investigate.  She didn't seem bothered by the smells so I had her near the entrance of the hole in the hopes Oscar would come out.  I gave up and let her run off only to have her hiss unexpectedly shortly after.  I thought I had accidentally spooked her or something but before I could see what was wrong, she had taken off to her room.  I shrugged it off and gave up coaxing Oscar out of his hiding place.  

Later on, I went to feed Patches and she acted normal then so I thought nothing more of the aggression she had shown earlier.  By this time, I had shifted the shelf that was in front of the hole where Oscar hid and was finally able to grab him and pull him out.  That done, I thought it best he knew where the litter box was so I carried him to the other side of the house where Patches has her food, water and litter box.  This is where things went bad...

Upon seeing him, she hissed fiercely and, on instinct, I reached my hand down to calm her but she only viciously clawed and bit my hand till I pulled away.  Panicked, I made to flee only to have her latch onto my leg with claws and teeth.  By this point, all I could think of was to get the fuck away as fast as I could.  With Oscar in my arms I made for the door and slammed it shut behind me, Patches hissing and growling all the while on the other side.  I dropped Oscar and made for the bathroom where I could see I was bleeding freely from a scratch on my hand.  I rinsed them out with water as best I could and grabbed toilet paper to absorb the blood.  I made way from my mom's room on the other side of the house and immediately began cleaning the wounds.

I then contacted my mom and sent her photos of my injuries then called my grandfather to inform him of what had happened.  I bandaged myself up as best I could and tried to calm down.  I spent the night nursing my injuries and managed to get some rest, thinking that as long as the wounds were kept clean, I would be fine.  However, the following morning, the bites had become red and swollen.  One particular patch of skin on my wrist had become hot and feverish.  I took that to mean something was definitely wrong.  I called my grandfather later that evening after my initial chores were done and told him I needed to go to the doctor as soon as possible.  I packed all my things and we left once he had helped me pack everything into the car (I didn't worry about Patches because I knew she'd be fine if she had food and water and my mom had informed me they'd be home soon).  After dropping my bags off at the house, we left for urgent care.  

I recounted to the doctor all that had happened and after a thorough cleaning of all the worst wounds, she prescribed me two powerful antibiotics (2 doses of each per day) to fight off the infection I was already getting from the bites and scratches.  When I went back later that week, I was told I had a touch of cellulitis, a skin infection caused by the bacteria.  I was thankful I had gone to the doctor when I did.

The healing process was awful.  The wounds ached and there was little I could do to put a stop to it because I was too afraid to put more medicine than was already in my body.  After the first day, the redness and feverish skin had greatly improved and I knew I was on the mend.  I had a few days where I felt like more serious side effects were taking hold but it was all in my head and I just sucked it up and dealt with it till the 10 days were up.  The side effects (nausea, fatigue, diarrhea) I could do nothing but suffer through as they couldn't cut my dosage or recommend much to lessen them.  The only things I could do to ease the nausea was eat relatively heavy meals beforehand but the fatigue would come and go, the diarrhea eventually stopped.  

I'm scarred but have made a full recovery.  I don't blame Patches for the way she reacted, as she hasn't seen another cat since she was very small, I just don't think I can ever look at her the same way ever again after that...  Her aggression towards other animals doesn't seem to be limited to other cats, however.    

And that is my story of horror that ruined a whole weekend of what could have been relaxation.  When other people were watching fireworks, I was dabbing cat scratches with cotton balls and Q-tips.   

With that out of the way, I'm halfway to getting my wisdom teeth pulled.  I called yesterday to make a consultation appointment and will be seeing them Friday to discuss what needs to be done.  I'm not looking forward to it at all but I had a horrible morning where they were causing me pain so bad, I couldn't sleep.  I just can't take it anymore and I may as well handle it before I no longer have insurance supported by my mom's work.  

Between the consultation and the surgery itself, I will be going to see Battle of Gods in theaters exactly one week from today.     I am SUPER PUMPED!  With all the insanity I've experienced in the last month, this will be a welcome reprieve.   Should be a fun time since my sister, a friend and I will try to make a day of it.  C:

I think that's enough insanity for today.

-Vegerot-