Wednesday night

I had some trouble with headaches today, and falling asleep last night.  I had a hard time getting up but it was for Baby Girl.  I took my shower, drank a little orange juice for my head, and got her in the carrier (not easily). 

Arturo came and we headed off to the vet.  He left and I chatted with them a little bit about what I wanted, etc.  Then I walked home (it is not far).  I had asked the vet to send photos and they did.  I put them online and texted some people. 

I ate and took my pills, then laid down for a nap.  I had a pretty good nap but woke up with another [censored] headache.  I ate and took the last of my pills for the day. 

Ron was very upset as he broke his wireless headphones.  He gave me money to buy a new pair.  I did that and told him it would be same day delivery (I have Prime).  Then pestering me nonstop "When is it coming?" to the point I almost cancelled the damned delivery. 

They said get her after 3 so I called and verified that was still OK.  The vet's office said sure.  I called Arturo.   I had, earlier, sent Arturo a photo of Baby Girl. 

We went and got her.  She wasn't happy.  We got home and she hid under the bed.  I left her alone.  I did put out some food in case she got hungry, just now she came out and had some dry, and some treats from Ron. 

Ron kept bugging me every few minutes, to the point I told him I needed a half hour before he spoke to me again.  He was rather taken aback by the request. 

I had cleaned the boxes (of course) and Spotty decided to use the one in Ron's room.  Spotty's poop is pretty toxic.  Ron started complaining bitterly. 

I got my can of festive pine air freshener and did a squirt in Ron's room, which led to bitter complaining, gagging, coughing, etc for several minutes and a demand for ventilation. 

It seems Ron has become fragrance free; he can't abide any sort of fragrance in any thing, air freshener, cones, plug ins, perfumes, etc. 

Some of it I can understand.  I had a bad headache once morph into a vomiting migraine due to a cab driver's toxic air freshener. 

It is just limiting for me.  Some things I wouldn't do anyway, like plug-ins.  I don't believe they are healthy in a cat environment. 

Baby Girl hid when she got home, came out, went back under the bed.  Came out and ate, hissed at me when I pet her (she knows who took her to the vet).  I looked at her carefully and can tell they had to take off 2 large matted areas.  I am very glad I took her in.  She went to Ron for treats (after eating) and he gave her some cooked chicken.  She went for that and began to allow me to pet her when I gave her some bites.  She is now acting normally. 

Ron's headphones came so he is happy.  They are charging to he can get them going tomorrow.  It looks to be an easy setup. 

I was a ham radio operator so I know a little about electronics. 

Did I ever tell you about the time Radio Shack was hiring?  They had the number in the paper to call.  I called.  He asked what qualified me.  I said "Well, I'm a HAM radio operator" and he stopped me, said I could go down to the store any time, and if he wasn't there they would call him to come to the store for an interview.  He basically told me I had the job if I wanted it. 

Because I was a ham. 

Going to bed now, I am tired.  But Baby Girl is home and it went well, and I am very glad we did it.  She feels kind of velvety vs. silky but still nice to pet.  Ron said he didn't care what she felt like she is his baby. 

He is going to be a wreck when she dies.