I think little Digit’s paw is broken. Not badly, because I can touch it and move it a little. There aren’t any abrasions, it’s not hot, no cuts. He just holds it up when he’s sitting and limps when he’s walking and every once in a while, when he forgets about it, he puts weight on it and falls THUMP over. Of course, this happened Friday night, so I’ve been waiting to see if he’d heal over the weekend. Don’t think I’m a bad mama, please. This boy has been known to heal in twenty-four hours after gonzilla fights, after he drags himself in, barely able to stand, grumbling things about card-parties and fast kittens and bad catnip. He pops up after a day’s sleep, good as gold. But it’s Monday, and while he doesn’t seem in pain, he’s still not using the limb. I’ve asked my friend Nichole to cover my shift this afternoon so we can go see The Man Cats Hate. Poor baby.
And Digit’s mama has a leftover headache. Yep, I’ve figured out the damn trigger for these migraines. I thought it was a combo of PMS and the weather. No, it’s just the weather, damn it. Following in my mother’s migrained footsteps. A prolonged low pressure before a storm starts the sinus headache, which then moves into migraine territory. Yesterday at work I had all the accompanying symptoms, too, nausea and vertigo and dizziness. Bleach. Feeling better now (and the Imitrex did really help), but I still can’t touch the right side of my face – too sensitive. (Oh, and Imitrex is FUN to take. Doesn’t make me sleepy or unable to focus at work (although I wouldn’t take it if I had to be on the police radio). But it makes me sharply giddy. A focused, intense grin kind of feeling. Odd.) Daisy-Winifred, you predicted this, didn’t you?
Been up for the last two hours, two hours way too early. Heavy rain pouring down, lying in bed thinking about moving. Okay, now I’m getting a little stressed. And it’s mostly about the cats. I need to ship them out (hopefully to the little mama’s house – who is feeling MUCH better for those of you keeping score) and do the move without indulging in this “got a month to do it” crap. Then I can bring them back and hopefully, with a six-hundred mile drive between their old home and their new home half a mile away, they’ll lose their way and won’t think to go looking for the auld sod. And I’d like the apartment to be mostly ready by the time I get them back. Less stress on them AND me.
The problem is this (and it ain’t really a problem in my book, more of something I have to work with): I’m going to ask a friend for his truck and his help to move the four heavy things I own. Another friend is helping me paint. The rest of it I want to do by myself. I’m not being a martyr here. I’m being a helpless control freak, that’s all. I want to know where everything is in my new home. I want things to pass through my hands only. I don’t want anyone else to see the dust behind my bookshelves at my present home. You know? So I have to work quickly, accurately, and with some semblance of balance or humor, or it’ll be a head against the boxes sobbing moment. But I mean it. ALONE. That’s how I want to do it. Wish me luck and godspeed – I may not be posting a lot the next week or so…..
Packing is insanity! My apartment is currently a pile of boxes and the other random crap that does not currently have a place! Best of luck to you and know that I sympathize. 🙂 It will all be over soon and be very worth it in the end!
Rach, I think I may have some boxes left over from my move last August. I’d be glad to bring some in my car on Friday to Stitches West. Let me know!
Trust that Digit and yourself survived THE visit and that the ‘problem’ was more an afterthought on Digits part than a real break. Caravaggio can limp for Wales if he has had to have a thorn pulled out of his paw but let him appear ripped and torn fromencounter on mountain and he’ll just lie there let me bathe, squeeze the gunk out of wounds fo to sleep and be up partying the next day – men huh :0)
As far as you being a control freak, no I think not in this case I see someone who knows her limitations on being needy :0), knows that space is something she needs to deal with her present set up and doesn’t have the energy to explain and keep track of goods and chatels so that the new home doesn’t just become a repository of goods. You are on the way to creating a home, your home do it your way gal and keep smiling.
Sorry I got it right in thinking about that migraine just kind of knew, glad the medication does help.
I hope Digit’s paw is okay. And good luck with the packing. I respect your wish to do it on your own. I, myself, would not want to. Pure laziness, I think. 🙂 P.S. I am glad little mama is feeling better. I hope you are too.
Poor Digit. Owie. Poor you trying to do the moving stuff all on your own. Can you import one of your sisters?
If the new place is only 1/2 a mile away, and either of your cats spends much time outside, they may have already passed by that area and be familiar with it and the way to and from the old/new place. Keep them in for a month, or at your moms for a month to reset them. Not fun I know. Go look it up on the web though!
I so understand wanting to do it alone. Because the peanut butter goes in the cabinet with the salt and other baking supplies, you know?
Hugs to you, and Digit, and Little Mama, while we’re at it.
I know the feeling of wanting to do it all (only way you can be positive it’s done correctly, right?). Glad you’re getting help with the heavy things and the painting. The new place looks well worth all the effort and hard work. Keep focused and take care of yourself!
Poor Digit! Maybe it’s only a sprain, and it will heal fairly quickly. Our cat just went through one of his outdoor “episodes” this weekend and ended up on antibiotics, but he’s feeling fine now and raring to go back outside. I always hate taking him to the vet but it’s better to make sure there’s nothing too serious wrong with him.
Good luck with the move – why should you have to apologise for wanting to do your own move yourself? Is there someone waiting to criticise you for having preferences? You do what you want, in the manner you want, and make yourself happy!
I hope Digit is okay. It’s never fun to fall on one’s face. I’ve moved by myself several times back in the college years, and boy, it’s not much fun! Just know that if you need help, you just need to ask (and we have a pick-up truck. It’s not a Paso kind of giant truck, but it works).
Sending paw-recovery wishes Digit’s way. I completely understand about wanting to move alone, but don’t you think that friends would understand your control-freak tendencies? Not with the actual unpacking, mind you, but with making sure the right boxes go in the right rooms. I know I’d want to make sure that stuff got where stuff is supposed to go. But then, I am also a control freak.
I’m sorry to hear about Digit’s paw. You’re not a bad mama at all for seeing if it improved over the weekend. Cats are very resilient. Hope that the vet trip went well.
Also sending good vibes your way for the move. I hate moving, mostly because I have to unpack eveything as soon as I’ve moved in. Can’t bare packed up boxes. Have to have everything done my way.
Hope it goes well, enjoy Stitches West!
Poor baby. Which paw is it?
I do wish you godspeed, and also fun and no headaches! Here are some tips that helped me move everytime I did: for each and everything you put in those boxes, imagine how nice it’ll look in your new place… and play some makes-me-wanna-dance music.
Many kisses on Digit’s paw, too!
Oh, poor Digit. Yes, I do the same with my kitties – wait a day or two to see if they recover, and after that, if it’s not better, off to the doc.
And you had a migraine, too . What a weekend. I hope the next few days are much better for both of you.
As for the moving, Aven is right on the money – do it the way you want to, and don’t apologise for it. It is your life, after all, and you know what will work best for you.
Poor little Digit! I hope that paw heals fast.
That’s how I did my most recent move, alone except for the big stuff. It worked until my car broke down and I got sick. At the end of a month of full carloads, I was exhausted. My plan for the next move: keep things organized enough on a regular basis so anyone can logically pack it up, ask for help.
Poor Digit! Lucy sends get well kisses. She sends “no headache” kisses to you too!
I hope that Digit is in recovery from this afternoon’s visit, and well on his way to being his usual self! Good luck to you during the move, and just remember that you will be unpacked and enjoying a sunny, yellow living room before very long! I’m thinking all kinds of positive thoughts for the kitties and you…:)
OK, this is the second time I’ve seen “Bleach” in the blog world in two days, and Rachael, I’m calling you on it! “Bleach”?! That’s what you use to clean the bathroom, or to go blonde! I think you mean “blech” — as in yuck, icky, and so on. (Being a Grammar Avenger includes spelling, right?)
Poor little Digit! I hope he’s OK.
Good luck with moving, and have fun at Stitches!!!!!!
Awwww, poor kitty! Maybe he can come over and recover with Cricket-the-asthmatic kitty… it’s a good thing they’re so cute, or else it would be even harder to fork over my yarn money to the vet.
I totally understand about moving- it’s such a personal experience to go through all of your belongings- you don’t want another pair of hands there. I packed all of my stuff myself, and unpacked almost all of it… but I had some great friends to help move it from one to another, so that seemed to be a good compromise. 🙂 Good luck with moving!
I hope Digit’s paw feels better. Chili and Bella send their get well wishes. And I’m glad Little Mama is feelin’ better!
Moving=yuck. I hate it. But think of your new lovely place with pretty walls and a yard…it’s all worth it! 🙂
I wanna go to Stitches West. But I’m in the East(ern US). Boo. You guys have so much fun!!!