What's up doc?

The fact that this is what my desk looks like at this moment should show you why I haven't blogged in a couple of days and why I really should not be blogging right now:

And honestly, why don't I have an oven in my cubicle to throw all of this crap in?  Isn't that what people do when their house is a mess and people are coming over on short notice?  They throw everything in the oven.  I don't do that because my house is always spotless and visitor ready.  Bah!  That's a total lie, y'all.  I have a cat who craps everywhere.

I once had a boss who was a neat FREAK.  He got upset if I had a post-it and a pen sitting on my desk if I wasn't actually using them when he walked by.  His wife was a housewife and she had weekly bridge parties and luncheons so sometimes she would set the table the night before for a luncheon and it would burn his butt.  He told me one day when he came in that he took all of the plates and stuck them under the sofa cushions because he didn't like it when she set the table the night before because then there was, you know, stuff where it shouldn't be.  Another day he told me that she left her shoes in the living room floor so he took them and hid them in the oven.  And how he has been married for about 60 years I have no idea because I would not last with him.

Also, my desk does not dip and curve in the middle.  I used the panorama feature on my iPhone camera and guess what I'm not good at?

Anyway, MY POINT IS that I have been busy and that's why I haven't blogged for a couple of days.

The nurse from the oncologist's office called me yesterday and asked when I was having my MRI and I told her I had it on Monday and they told me it would take 48 hours or so for the results.  "That's what they always tell y'all," she said as she laughed.  "I'll find out what's going on and call you back."

She called me back a couple of hours later and said my doctor had looked at the MRI and at this point she just wants to keep monitoring my toooommmah so I have to go back for an ultrasound in 3 months.  So yay!  I think that means I'm going to keep all of my womenses parts for now.

But the oncologist's office does not have an ultrasound machine onsite so I have to go back to my regular OB/GYN doctor for that and then go back to the oncologist to discuss the results of everything in person.  I called my regular doctor to make an appointment and they don't have their schedules out for even 2 months from now.

Next week I go to another specialist to get my boobs totally checked out really good and more closely than a regular mammogram because I have a really bad family history so my doctor is being extra careful.  I've also had cysts up in that area twice and now I have the fibroid tumor trying to grow like the Jolly Green Giant down below and maybe it would be better to get all my parts taken out and be done with all of this.

So now I have my boobs to worry me and stew about and fret over.

I've had all of this medical stuff on my mind and there is another situation I've been fretting over which I don't want to discuss on here and all I do is work, go home, eat dinner, go to bed and watch TV because I just haven't felt all fun and happy for the past few weeks.  And do you know what?  It's hard to blog every day when you aren't doing anything worth blogging about.

But one of our managing partners has asked me to do a commission art piece for him so I may give it a go and see if painting will snap me out of this funk I am in.  Painting usually cures all that ails me.

Deb was asking about my cat's poop in the comments the other day so I guess I do have that to blog about.  Just what y'all come here for, right?

I ordered the powder stuff Deb told me about and when I had Bailey on the raw food diet that had to be shipped in on angel's wings from the other side of the country and was costing me more than people food which does not add up when you are trying to budget your life, I was sprinkling that powder and mixing it in to the disgusting raw food that looks like slimy raw ground beef and trying to not to hurl as I did it.  Even though she was still having explosive and disgusting diarrhea all over my house, I faithfully mixed up that disgusting food twice a day.

For about 3 weeks, Bailey inhaled the stuff.  It was as though she had been deprived for 14 years of decent food and I was finally treating her right.  And then one morning she turned her nose up at it.  So I gave her the raw food without the powder sprinkled on it.  She still turned her nose up at it.  I thought she was taking a turn for the worse and that she was going to stop eating.  She was lethargic, losing more weight, making messes all over my house, and now not eating.  I was getting prepared to have to put her down.  I could feel every bone in her itty bitty self when I picked her up.  Her ribs were poking out and she looked like she is all legs.

One night I was at Disco Kroger near my office getting groceries and I decided to check out their dry foods and canned foods to see if there was anything else I could possibly try before I threw in the towel and had to say goodbye to her.

I found a grain free dry cat food that says it's good for digestion.  If you think about it, all of that stuff they put in cat food is not stuff cats ever eat in the wild.  Have you ever seen a cat in the jungle eating a bowl of rice, a baked potato, a slice of toast, or a corn cob?  No.  They eat meat and grass.  Probably a few other things, but not rice, potatoes, bread and corn.

I looked online later and it seems they've had a dog food out for a while but this cat food just came out last summer.  It was only $13.99 a bag as opposed to $110 for the raw food (YES, Y'ALL - ONE HUNDRED AND TEN DOLLARS FOR CAT FOOD) so I figured it was worth a shot.  I slowly mixed it in with the raw food until I transitioned her to this new stuff.  And then I gave all of the raw food I had left to a lady in my office who has a farm with over 20 cats.

I've had Bailey on it since the week of Christmas and she loves it. We now have fully formed turds all over my house instead of puddles of watery diarrhea.  Trust me, it is a blessing to be cleaning up turds after a year and a half of the other.  But I really have to figure out how to get her back to using her litter box because I AM OVER THIS.  She seems to be getting her spunk back.  She's developed a new fascination with climbing in my dishwasher every single time I open the door which is kind of making me insane but I'm glad to have her acting like she's interested in something.  She's talking a lot to me again.  And last night when I picked her up (which I've hardly been able to do because she has smelled so awful for so long I can't stand to be close to her) it felt like she is possibly starting to put some weight back on.  Her ribs didn't seem to be quite as pokey.

She still smells like ass though.