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-