The Divine Mr. M

~So, I had my semi-annual meltdown. I'm still not really over it yet, ya know, Holidays and all that shit. But I'll get back to work in some fashion after the New Year. Note this is not an 'Her Prophet Speaks' post. I am fucking burnt out and tired af. This Guru Racket ain’t no fucking picnic, believe me.

A number of my actual Sisters reached out to me, including our erstwhile High Priestess, and asked me not to give up. Thank you all. Le-Le just said, “You need to take a break.” Practical Midwesterner. lol

I've whipped up a new FB Group to replace Transhumanist Matriarchy; The Sisterhood Abides and it does...

...and that is about all I got in me to say just now.

~For whatever fucking reason,I'm feeling better now. And no, I have no fucking idea why, but I'm willing to have it.

~I had planned on going down into Lancaster today to do the tire thing. But it's predicted to hit 94° this afternoon and 92° tomorrow, so I'm going nocturnal until Monday, when it's supposed to drop back down to 70° . Besides, no way I'm doing a tire run on a weekend.

Otherwise, I'm okay...

~It's half past midnight as I type this, but it feels like half past four in the morning. Both of us are having weird sleeping patterns, weirder than usual. As this seems to have started early this last week, I'd say we're deeply into our 'decompression phase'. With the Old Fool's stitches coming out, his collar off and him bouncing around the house, the pressure of all that abated and with that lack of pressure everything else floods out.

We both have been tried and achy and Le-Le even had a MS exacerbation. But we just took analgesics and supplements and went to bed when we felt like it. And now I think we may have gotten past the worst of it. We shall see...

~Yesterday my lower back pain was fucking brutal. I could barely stand up straight without stabbing pain. It had been bad every since the clusterfuck at the vet the Friday before, but it was really bad yesterday. It's stress of course. Plus the vet's chairs are fucking torture devices.

But also early Friday morning – around half two – I ran the rent up to the park office, took a library book to the night drop, and did our monthly gas fill-up. There were four 20lb tubs of litter in the trucklette. I put them on the back porch when I left and brought them in when I returned. I'd hoped that splitting the action would prevent back pain. Guess that failed.

Stuck the heating pad under my ass when I lay down this morning and that helped, but it's gonna be a few days to get relief. I could expedite that process with one of Le-Le's muscle relaxers, but those things knock me out for a few days and I have shopping to do. For now it's the heating pad and regular analgesics.

In Kitteh Nooz, we did the 'foot thing' with Buckethead. As expected, it lasted just about two minutes before he 'recused himself'. But we'll persevere...

~It's been two weeks since I composed the below. There's only a hundred bucks at the donation website, but there should be at least $380 at the vet, which is where we really need it. [I'll call them tomorrow and get the exact number] When we get double that amount – roughly half the total – the vet will proceed. So for now please donate directly to the vet. We can sort the rest out later.

So, here is the donation website again: https://www.giveforward.com/fundraiser/6ty2/icarus-leg-amputation-fund

And the vet info:

Mission Animal Hospital
845 West Palmdale Blvd.
Palmdale, CA 93551
661-526-1300
http://www.missionanimalhospital.org/
Ask for Michelle

His name is Icarus, and his owners are Leesa Hayes and Michael Daly.

A note on the vet donations. If we get roughly half the amount, they'll proceed with the surgery and we can pay them off as we go. That makes donations to vet preferable as such expedites the surgery. The website does not release funds until the fund raising goal is met, though we can change the amount later to reflect funds donated to the vet.

The site shows funding details with lovely graphics. I'll post a running vet total once a week with a raw number.

Meanwhile, I'm spending as much time with him as is reasonably possible, just in case we do have to send him over the bridge. If such is the case, we'd delete the website, which would refund that money and use whatever is left at the vet to take care of our other kitties' needs. Poor old Mauser still needs to be shaved for instance. *sigh*

And there you have it....

~I'm still pretty burnt out. I had gotten enough relief from my back pain to do the litter boxes on Monday – they were about 72 hours overdue – and then make us some grub that'll give us three days worth of eatin'. Yesterday, I took care of the rent – needed to go to the office and adjust the water bill because of the leaks we'd had – and did a 'pick-up' run to Albertson's.

Whew. Just typing that out made me tired. And I was fucking tired when I headed out yesterday afternoon. Went back to bed not long after I got back.

It's gotten down to 72° now, which is the coolest it's been in maybe two weeks. But during the day it's been fucking humid. Poor Blanca, the park manager, looked like she was melting. And she's Chicana. I told her 'this is why su gente came up with la siesta.' She laughed and sighed.

Gotta check on how much money there is at the vet and post that number here. May not do that until Friday. Today I'm planning on fucking off. And Thursday I'm planning on the WinCo run.

The old ginger fool is hobbling around, some days badly, some days not so badly. We spend plenty of time together – here's where I starting crying – and give him lots of pets, rubs, scritches and butt whacks. *sigh *

I'm gonna stop now....

~We were going to make the vet run today, but neither one of us is doing all that well and it's already 99° out there. Even if we could handle that, the brake pads would be very unhappy. We'll go on Monday.

It's hard to tell how his foot is doing. Looks better one day, worse the next, the same the day after. We simply cannot judge. He is just fine on the surface, same big loveable dope, bounding around the house. He's especially happy now that the Evil Pink Shit [aka antibiotics] regime is over.

I woke up to the idea of massaging his foot with coconut oil on a daily basis. I did a Google and apparently it's highly recommended for furbabies in general. I'm thinking about making an early run to Lancaster when it's still cool to see if The Whole Wheatery has some at a decent price. It's worth a shot.

~It seems Matilda has testicles. Le-Le has fed 'her' the past two nights – I was sleeping – and last night she managed to both look at and feel the dangles. Yes, this cat is that mellow. I've petted him and even touched his tail. So we debated a new name [in IM's lol] and came up with Herby.

This revelation is going to keep him outside a bit longer as his harbles have to come off. [we have two unfixed females] But it's going to be warm for at least two/three more months, so no big worries.

I had to chase Buckethead around the living room six times for his afternoon medication, but scooped him up pretty quick for the evening event. *sigh* Twelve more days of that fun. I just hope this keeps him alive for a few more years. I start crying every time I think....well, you know.

And I saw George out of the kitchen window about an hour ago. We've both largely let go of the idea of getting him back inside. We'll keep putting food out even after we take in Herby, who does seem to want in. He looks in the doorway with a bit of longing when he comes to eat. He's put on weight, too.

~We pulled our act together today and got Icarus down to the vet. Le-Le posted pix. We had to shell out three hundred and ninety bucks for this little adventure. Including some money still 'in transit', we're still about eighty bucks short of covering that, so whatever y'all can spare will help. And thanks a lot to all who have given. It was a relief to finally take him in..for all his squawking.

Every little bit helps: