Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I recently discovered that my physician was OK keeping my TSH at 5.45. No wonder I was tired all the time - I honestly thought it was my teeth hurting so much just wiping me out. Previous doc kept me around 2. When I asked him what he was going to raise my meds to, he laughed, stated that he wasn't and 'see you next year'. I know that one of my things when I'm very hypo & undermedicated (LOVE how that sounds) is I get TOO emotional about things. When he said that so flippantly, I sat down and cried. This upset my children. Which upset me further.
Made an appointment with a different doc who is in another town, gathered up my kids and we went on a very nice road trip. What a refreshing change - to speak to an intelligent person who actually CARES about whether or not you're feeling like kaka, and doesn't have a problem with herbs and vitamins! We stopped at McDonald's, then hit the road home.
The next day, my mother came to town for an appointment. She is getting ready for cataract surgery - she's not blind, but it's time to do this. She offered to take the kids for a couple of days. OK - they always want to go to her house, DH had to work the entire weekend and I was wiped out.
We are feral cat community managers. We trap, neuter and release. Several years ago, we had over twenty cats running around here and it was a real job to get everyone taken care of.
The then-Queen of the community is named Girrell and when we finally caught her and got her fixed, she crashed on the table, was revived and we were told we needed to keep her inside for one or two weeks. A WILD cat. She and I had encountered each other often during her tenure as Queen. I would try like crazy to handle her babies every time she had a litter so they'd be somewhat social and she would grouch me. She hurt me once, but I did not quit. I fed her really well (scrambled eggs, broths and stews) especially when she was pregnant so that her babies would be healthy and smart. She started to trust me over time. I swear I saw a look of relief cross her face the day we went to pick her up at the Humane Society after she was fixed. It was almost like "you really came back for me". Once her two weeks inside the house were up, she didn't want to go out. She is so loving now - we would catch her watching us interact. She kisses on the lips now (it doesn't matter if we do not want to kiss - she is the Queen, remember) and she sleeps with me every night. A devoted friend.
Most cats have gone their own way after TNR, some have stayed. We have four outside cats and two inside. The two inside are Girrell (the QUEEN - she still thinks so) and Toes (cute and fun - talks to the TV).
Toes and Girrell clash some - not big fights, but Girrell is jealous of Toes. We caught Toes when she was a lot younger than Girrell so she's never had a litter, she's more playful and people-friendly. Her mama and all the other babies were probably massacred by coyotes - Toesey has a slightly deformed nose and lower jaw from where some big mouth chomped down on her face when her bones were still soft. She was a tiny bag of bones when I found her - tricked her into getting close to me and scooped her up. She bit me, but couldn't break the skin. She still had her 1st set of teeth, don't know how she survived and managed to get to us.
Toes likes to go outside in the back yard some days to play and take a break from Girrell.
Saturday, she did just that. I couldn't find her for a few hours. Not a big deal, she's a cat, right? I know. But she'd never been gone this long.
I freaked - my kids are going to KILL me if I lost Toes! She can open the back door if it isn't latched tight, so I leave it so she can get in. After a while, she came in. WHEW - what a relief!
Decided to let the ferrets (both rescues as well) out to play and they're running around and playing chase with Toes. I went to lay down for a bit - my new meds are taking, but was still very tired at this point. I didn't even hear it when Toes opened the door again. She LET THE FERRETS OUT! Oh Crap. Thought the door was closed tight and locked. Guess not.
Toes was out running around and so were Snaggle and Sophie. My mind was racing. HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN GONE??? I ran outside - there was Sophie, in the outside cats' water bowl. Lovely - she hates baths, but there she was, swimming in the water bowl. One down.
Ran around looking for Snaggle. He's a LOT bigger than Sophie but couldn't find him anywhere! I called and called (yes, he actually comes to you when you call - most of the time) and was looking in the bushes and everywhere. No Snaggle. No Toes. Horrible waves of infirmity swept over me - how could I LOSE beloved pets like this? How could I be so irresponsible?
I called my mommy in a panic - I lost Toes again and she let Snaggle out and they're nowhere to be found! She is trying not to let on to my children what is going on and at the same time not let me devour myself with my self-berating over this. I had looked for over an hour - they were not anywhere around the house. Not inside the fence, not outside the fence.
Then I heard a scratching on the door to the carport. Opened that door and there was Snaggle, wanting back in. YAY! Just as Snaggle was reunited with Sophie in their house, Toes opened the back door and marched in. Everyone was safe.
Do I tell the kids that I almost lost half of their pets in one big swoop or just keep this comedy of errors to myself?
I told them. "Wow, Mom. I guess we can't trust you with the animals anymore, huh? Is my bird OK?" Kate was just a little snide.
And what does the bird have to do with all this? Well, she and Toes have a THING - they sit and talk some days. She's the only animal in this house that isn't a rescue - I guess she knew Toes was out of pocket or something - she was screeching the entire time (both times) Toes was out and about. Silly, nerve wrackingly noisy bird.
Got DH out the door to his evening shift and watched the 3rd Rock from the Sun marathon on the couch & finished the Professor Layton game my brother & sister in law gave me for bday.
What a day.