Elegantly Confused

So my daughter gave me some kind of horrible hacking cough which I suffered with for three days. By day four the lack of sleep and inability to go longer than 10 minutes without coughing drove me to actually Go To the Doctor.

I love that I pay hundreds of dollars a year for health insurance and yet when I get sick I somehow end up paying another $70. $40 for the prescription cough medicine alone.

However, my friends, I have discovered that it is way worth it. According to the little page of information that comes with the prescription this cough medicine doesn’t actually do anything medically to cure the cough, no no, this cough medicine flags some kind of receptor in the BRAIN which has something to do with coughing so that you should no longer feel the urge to cough.

That and it gives you all of the floaty, goofy feelings of being medicated without the nasty undercurrent that one generally gets with over the counter cold medicine. So even though I’m still coughing every now and then, people, I am feeling F I N E.

God Bless America.

I wonder sometimes why I keep this blog around. With the exception of the first 2 years of this website (or so, in one of its forms) I’ve never really posted on a regular basis. I go a few days sometimes, usually weeks, sometimes months without posting. I think about posting, I see funny things, I read interesting things on the Internet, newsworthy things happen… and yet, I never do it. And I’m not entirely sure why. I seem to be suffering from a lack of motivation lately. Obviously my neglect of this webpage has lasted longer than my lack of general motivation, but…
Let’s just say I’ve figured it all out. Now it’s just a matter of how long it’s going to take me to fix it. I’ve grown to like laziness.

In other news it’s been dangerous times for cats in my house. My beloved pet Stupy (I will post pictures – obviously of him alive, der – on flickr soon, hopefully (see above, motivational issues) died suddenly at the beginning of this month. My boys, my three fat bastard cats that I’ve had since college, whom I love dearly, are now getting older. The vet at the emergency clinic I took Stupy to told me that my cats are now GERIATRIC! It turned out that Stupy had some kind of kidney disorder, which is somewhat common in older cats, and if he ever let me pick him up I may have caught it sooner (then I would’ve noticed the weight loss, he had always been a pretty skinny cat). But, one Saturday morning I just noticed that he looked sick and he was shuffling around, so I took him to the emergency clinic where I learned the bad news.

For those of you with pets, you’ll totally understand this next part… You know how you always talk about, God Forbid anything should happen to the cat/dog/ferret/mongoose, you could really only afford to pay X before you would just have to put them to sleep? Yeah, forget whatever you think because when you see your beloved pet dying on the cold, metal table in front of you, well, it’s hard to be rational. In the end, I didn’t want him to suffer, because the treatment just wasn’t working, so I had to put him down two days later. And that was a rough two days. Kyle and I had him cremated and now I have a box of Stupy sitting on my bookcase in the living room. I kind of love it.

So now begins the period where I worry that the rest of the cats are all going to die at any minute.

In other traumatic news, the glorious Mr. Pudding escaped the household on Wednesday night through an open window. He didn’t come home until yesterday morning. Look at this stupid cat! Gone! For DAYS! He’d never been outside before! (well, ok, except for once or twice when Kyle or I held him) But, thankfully he has returned, although he’s more subdued than he was before. Like someone who just got out of prison, you know? Really aware of what’s going on all the time. My mom said he must have become a man those two nights. But look at him! Hee. A MAN!

That is all, for now. I wonder when I’ll post again?