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It's been so long since I last posted.....
I am co-head jeerleader for the Arch Rival RollerGirls Jeerleadeers. I share the honor and the stress with Heddda Crusher. Let me tell, you wouldn't think it would be stressful, but it is.
The week after Valentine's day I went to Georgia for work. I was handpicked by one of the sales guys to give a little presentation on sales reporting which was part of a bigger state wide retailer training. We were in Tifton, GA. Nice little town. The weather as warm and everyone was so nice. We ended up driving in a nasty storm when we got to Atlanta the last night of trip. We flew in and out of Atlanta. Then drove 3 hours to Tifton. I got to fill out my first expense report for work (I don't travel much) and I had to fax receipts and all sorts of fun stuff. So my trip was monday-thursday.
That Saturday was the first bout of the 2009 Rollergirl season. The Smashies won and it was a really good, close bout.
Then, Monday night I was feeling alittle feversih and sick. Tuesday I ended up going home from work and spent the next week in bed sick with a fever ranging from 100-104. My doctor told me I had a nasty virus and had to let it run it's course. I was miserable. And fever dreams are really weird. I mean really weird. I shouldn't watch Angel before bed if I have a fever.
Monday I'm still sick, so Chris has to take Max to the vet because Max is not doing so good. He won't leave the bathroom rug. At the vet its discovered he's in cardiac arrest and has fluid around his heart and abdomen and his heart is enlarged. They keep him at the vet until Wed and give him meds. He comes home with a very long list of meds he has to take. Friday afternoon at work Chris texts me to inform that Max is not doing so good. I race home. He is basically lying wherever we put him. His breathing is shallow, he won't get up to eat, drink or use the bathroom. I have seen this in my dogs when they decided they were done. Friday night I sat up late with my kitty and kept hoping he would go peacefully in his sleep. Saturday morning he's still with us (barely). Chris calls and makes an appt at the Humane Soceity to have Max put out of his misery. He went quick. He was gone before they even finished pushing the meds. But in his last act of definace, he peed on Chris' lap. But the fact Max went so fast really hit it home that we were doing the right thing. It was a the hard thing and the suck thing, but the right thing. I'm not sure if Snip realizes he's gone. She definately knows that something is not right.
I'm gonna miss that cat. I loved him a lot. I mean, he's been part of the family since they day he was born behind the couch ten years ago. It's weird without him there. No cat sleeping on my chest. No cat yowling becaus he "killed" his toy nouse. He had a good life as far as cat lives go I guess. He was cared for and loved and had the same ratty toy mouse his entire life. It's total suck that he's gone, but Snip is still with us and she still loves to cuddle. Although, she's been weird about food. Stealing food out of C's hand. Showing me her food bowls are full (she used to show me when they were empty). I'll get over Max eventually, but it will be hard. And while getting a kitten was my first reaction, it is not the answer.
Wed after work Topher and I are leaving for Vegas! He's got a conference to attend and I need a vacation. I have an 80 minuute massage lined up for Thursday afternoon. I think after traveling for a week and then being super sick for a week and the loss of Max, I deserve an 80 minute massage.
It's been so long since I last posted.....
I am co-head jeerleader for the Arch Rival RollerGirls Jeerleadeers. I share the honor and the stress with Heddda Crusher. Let me tell, you wouldn't think it would be stressful, but it is.
The week after Valentine's day I went to Georgia for work. I was handpicked by one of the sales guys to give a little presentation on sales reporting which was part of a bigger state wide retailer training. We were in Tifton, GA. Nice little town. The weather as warm and everyone was so nice. We ended up driving in a nasty storm when we got to Atlanta the last night of trip. We flew in and out of Atlanta. Then drove 3 hours to Tifton. I got to fill out my first expense report for work (I don't travel much) and I had to fax receipts and all sorts of fun stuff. So my trip was monday-thursday.
That Saturday was the first bout of the 2009 Rollergirl season. The Smashies won and it was a really good, close bout.
Then, Monday night I was feeling alittle feversih and sick. Tuesday I ended up going home from work and spent the next week in bed sick with a fever ranging from 100-104. My doctor told me I had a nasty virus and had to let it run it's course. I was miserable. And fever dreams are really weird. I mean really weird. I shouldn't watch Angel before bed if I have a fever.
Monday I'm still sick, so Chris has to take Max to the vet because Max is not doing so good. He won't leave the bathroom rug. At the vet its discovered he's in cardiac arrest and has fluid around his heart and abdomen and his heart is enlarged. They keep him at the vet until Wed and give him meds. He comes home with a very long list of meds he has to take. Friday afternoon at work Chris texts me to inform that Max is not doing so good. I race home. He is basically lying wherever we put him. His breathing is shallow, he won't get up to eat, drink or use the bathroom. I have seen this in my dogs when they decided they were done. Friday night I sat up late with my kitty and kept hoping he would go peacefully in his sleep. Saturday morning he's still with us (barely). Chris calls and makes an appt at the Humane Soceity to have Max put out of his misery. He went quick. He was gone before they even finished pushing the meds. But in his last act of definace, he peed on Chris' lap. But the fact Max went so fast really hit it home that we were doing the right thing. It was a the hard thing and the suck thing, but the right thing. I'm not sure if Snip realizes he's gone. She definately knows that something is not right.
I'm gonna miss that cat. I loved him a lot. I mean, he's been part of the family since they day he was born behind the couch ten years ago. It's weird without him there. No cat sleeping on my chest. No cat yowling becaus he "killed" his toy nouse. He had a good life as far as cat lives go I guess. He was cared for and loved and had the same ratty toy mouse his entire life. It's total suck that he's gone, but Snip is still with us and she still loves to cuddle. Although, she's been weird about food. Stealing food out of C's hand. Showing me her food bowls are full (she used to show me when they were empty). I'll get over Max eventually, but it will be hard. And while getting a kitten was my first reaction, it is not the answer.
Wed after work Topher and I are leaving for Vegas! He's got a conference to attend and I need a vacation. I have an 80 minuute massage lined up for Thursday afternoon. I think after traveling for a week and then being super sick for a week and the loss of Max, I deserve an 80 minute massage.
