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azurelunatic) wrote2022-01-12 11:00 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2022-01-12 11:00 pm
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... but sometimes it is.
Poor Yellface. This evening she had several bad choices in front of her, and chose the least actually bad. More below.
I'm supposed to take my bedtime trazodone with "a small snack". Since food is difficult, I have taken to including skittles in my bedtime pillbox. At some point I got a Costco sized jar of Skittles (at, as I recall, Costco). I happen to loathe sour green apple as a flavor. So, conveniently, I started stuffing those in my pillbox. The other flavors are being used up in reverse order of preference. This is probably going to leave the yellow ones for last. Those were always left for last since the Academy days, as symbolic antidepressants.
Perkium.
I am doing much better than I was back then. I have adequate actual antidepressants, and I don't need to try and trick my brain into placeboing myself the chemicals when I can get them storebought. But I still like the idea of having a little bottle of Perkium amongst my other meds.
I woke myself up coughing a few times in the night, and it vaguely seems like Belovedest brought home some kind of cold on Friday. I therefore canceled my dental inspection and looked for tests, so as to put our collective minds at ease. I was extremely not successful. The place that I was most familiar with has evaporated, and the two places I went to the trouble of registering for, one had an appointment tomorrow but that evaporated while I was entering my insurance information, and the other one I misclicked and now it only wants my kid's information (the under like 17 kid that I don't actually have) and both of them only had stuff more than a week out. The at-home not-instant kit needs to be shipped the same day it's taken, and by that time my brain had noped out.
And now, the cat emergency.
Alex made some pizza rolls, and I dug out chicken samosas and cheesy buns plus a microwave meal for me. I vaguely registered that Yellface was pawing at some things, but since she often paws at jackets etc. left within her grasp, preparatory to nesting in them, I didn't give it a second thought. I was curled up playing gems when I noticed that Yellface had assumed a squatting position on the non-woven fabric sack that I had cleared some papers into. I interrupted her mid-piss, and there followed a lot of excitement. I pulled papers out without spilling (somehow), Belovedest picked it up (likewise), Alex fetched a dog towel (fortunately), and Belovedest retrieved the rest of the papers. While Belovedest was emptying the litterbox and clearing the access with Alex (after having previously obscured it in the installation of the glass chair mat), I decided to scope out what Yellface was doing. She was in the kitchen looking sorry for herself instead of finding another place. I apologized and opened the basement door so she could go to her downstairs box. Belovedest did observe her peeing there as they washed out the box in the utility sink. Once they'd come back upstairs and filled the litterbox, she signified her approval by using it. We all apologized to her, and she gradually became less indignant. Sorry, baby.
I'm supposed to take my bedtime trazodone with "a small snack". Since food is difficult, I have taken to including skittles in my bedtime pillbox. At some point I got a Costco sized jar of Skittles (at, as I recall, Costco). I happen to loathe sour green apple as a flavor. So, conveniently, I started stuffing those in my pillbox. The other flavors are being used up in reverse order of preference. This is probably going to leave the yellow ones for last. Those were always left for last since the Academy days, as symbolic antidepressants.
Perkium.
I am doing much better than I was back then. I have adequate actual antidepressants, and I don't need to try and trick my brain into placeboing myself the chemicals when I can get them storebought. But I still like the idea of having a little bottle of Perkium amongst my other meds.
I woke myself up coughing a few times in the night, and it vaguely seems like Belovedest brought home some kind of cold on Friday. I therefore canceled my dental inspection and looked for tests, so as to put our collective minds at ease. I was extremely not successful. The place that I was most familiar with has evaporated, and the two places I went to the trouble of registering for, one had an appointment tomorrow but that evaporated while I was entering my insurance information, and the other one I misclicked and now it only wants my kid's information (the under like 17 kid that I don't actually have) and both of them only had stuff more than a week out. The at-home not-instant kit needs to be shipped the same day it's taken, and by that time my brain had noped out.
And now, the cat emergency.
Alex made some pizza rolls, and I dug out chicken samosas and cheesy buns plus a microwave meal for me. I vaguely registered that Yellface was pawing at some things, but since she often paws at jackets etc. left within her grasp, preparatory to nesting in them, I didn't give it a second thought. I was curled up playing gems when I noticed that Yellface had assumed a squatting position on the non-woven fabric sack that I had cleared some papers into. I interrupted her mid-piss, and there followed a lot of excitement. I pulled papers out without spilling (somehow), Belovedest picked it up (likewise), Alex fetched a dog towel (fortunately), and Belovedest retrieved the rest of the papers. While Belovedest was emptying the litterbox and clearing the access with Alex (after having previously obscured it in the installation of the glass chair mat), I decided to scope out what Yellface was doing. She was in the kitchen looking sorry for herself instead of finding another place. I apologized and opened the basement door so she could go to her downstairs box. Belovedest did observe her peeing there as they washed out the box in the utility sink. Once they'd come back upstairs and filled the litterbox, she signified her approval by using it. We all apologized to her, and she gradually became less indignant. Sorry, baby.
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I enjoyed your Perkium story. I feel the need to share that I have stocked up on a large quantity of gray Skittles from our local closeout emporium, and they are somehow serving the same role for me! I think my brain had decided that they are Happy Pills from some mid-1970s SF dystopia where everything is gray.
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