Cecil got to hang out on his leash outside finally! And got to say hi to Roxy- his favorite neighbor.

Story time!

Yesterday I fought gravity, lost and broke the fall with my face. (No concussion, no bones broken, no stitches but I get a good cut/bruise and chipped both my front teeth)

My teeth happily don’t hurt but they are jaggedy and I cut my tongue on them last night when I was sleeping so I ran to CVS this afternoon for some dental wax to use until I get into my dentist

I was in the dental aisle muttering about “where is the wax?!” Out loud to myself because I wasn’t seeing.

Suddenly I feel a gentle tap on my arm and a 13ish year old girl hands me a packet of dental wax, points at the spot on the wall it hangs on wall I say “thank you hunny!” and she gives me biggest, most beautiful, braces filled smile before running back to her mom.

The whole encounter just made my day. It was so sweet and she was so happy to help. And now I won’t hurt my tongue on my teeth.

I hate doctor’s appointments. I never liked them, they are worse now for obvious reasons.

Tomorrow is my annual physical. At 730am. Tuesday is my dermatologist appointment. That one is a little extra scary because it’s in RI hospital and I’m always worried I’ll walk in and they won’t let me leave for some reason.

I took all of Tuesday off because the appointment is mid morning and it’s just easier that way. I got my mom to come with me so we can use her handicap placard and get decent parking. (RI hospital parking is a literal nightmare. Last appointment I had to walk 15 minutes to the building in pouring rain. This appointment im bringing my mom for “emotional support” and parking.

Mostly parking.

I look adorable. Which is good because I’ve been at my nana’s house for whole 45 mins and I already want to leave.

She’s in a mood so of course everything I’m doing is wrong.

I take a second to fix my lipstick? Why am I not helping her set out the food faster (that was at 12:45. No one else is coming til 2).

My wig shed a few pieces of hair? She just swept!

I sat on the couch and left a a few little skin flakes (because psoriasis). She sighed.

I’ve moved to a different couch. It’s white.

I don’t want to put the black cardigan I brought on her bed because her orange cat will shed all over it. I also see no point in putting it in moms room because it’s chilly out so when we go outside I’m bringing it will me and mom’s room door is tricky.

Apparently nana is worried about “sticky little fingers” from my cousins’ kids getting my sweater dirty. My sweater is 10 years old from old navy and washes very well. And I love those sticky children so I’d forgive them.

My mom is in the shower. Hopefully when she gets out nana will stop. Or I’m taking my leftovers and leaving.

I paid for like half the food to help my mom. I came early to help set up. I didn’t cook anything but I did bring fruit. (My hands/arms are still flaking very lightly and I keep forgetting to grab food service gloves so I’m not cooking for anyone but me and like my mom/close friends I know don’t care. The chances of me flaking in the food is super low but still)

At least there will be strawberry shortcake soon

The handsomest of chihuahuas

I left my house at 1230am to give a friend ride home from work.

When I got home right before 1am Khoshekh was waiting in the living room window, watching the driveway.

When I got upstairs and opened the back door she greeted me with a loud meow like I was teenager who was late for curfew.

I’m 34 years old. And my 4 year old cat has given me a curfew.

(Cecil woke up when I came in, waited where he was for pets, and went back to sleep)

She’s so bossy. I love her.

He’s so chill (about somethings) I love him

Brigid didn’t care. She was rolling her ball around when I left and was cuddled in to her favorite hide when I got back. She was fed on time and had water, and I’m usually in bed by 10-11, so my movements didn’t effect her schedule. Now if I sleep in she’ll get mad at me in the morning. My little beggar

I saw a new psychiatrist today and in news that surprises no one I have been diagnosed with PTSD (thanks to all my medical issues since November).

She’s starting me on 2 new meds (beta blocker and anti anxiety med) and upping the dose of my antidepressant.

I go back next week to see how the meds are making me feel and then we’ll probably meet once a month.

Hopefully everything helps

It is a gross chilly rainy April Sunday.

I am so happy I could spend it in comfy clothes on my couch with my kitties and a blanket

Anyone who says Rats are quiet pets is a liar.

No, the rats themselves make very little, if any, noise but there is no quiet way for them to rearrange their entire cage at night.

Idk why at 10pm Brigid thinks “this hide should be over here!” And starts dragging it to the other side but she does! and if I try to help by moving it for her she drags it back to its original home.