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