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What Is Your Animal Personality?
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Miguel's comment when I showed him was: "That's you all over." Grmph.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Early Sunday morning the phone rang. I lurched to grab it on the first ring, as I'm supposed to at the police station. At the last moment I thought, "Hmmm, I seem to be in bed", and said, "Hello," instead. The voice on the other end said, "Uh, hi. Who is this?" I replied, "This is Kate. Who is this?" There was a pause, then the voice said, "Oh. Sorry. Wrong number," and hung up. I was telling the corporal about this, at work today, and I said to him that I was all ready to say, "Where are you calling from? What's going on? Is anybody hurt?" And he laughed and said I must be learning something...
This not-smoking thing is ok, I guess. Really I've gotten to the stage of things where I don't want to smoke because I don't want to have to quit again and I know I have to. If that makes sense. I am enjoying the re-threading of my brain. There are definite changes in how I see things when I'm not smoking. I have to fight through the moods, at first, and try to sort out whether everyone really does hate me and is out to get me. I get a bit more selfish than usual, and want to get people to do things for me. Especially, it always seems, as I mentioned last week, I want someone to make coffee for me. It doesn't count as a treat, an alternative to cigarettes, unless someone else produces it. Don't ask me why this follows, but it does. And I don't want people to stand too close to me. This passes, but if I remember correctly it takes a long time. If someone stands too close it makes me dizzy, and I think I'm going to grab them to keep from falling. Like a sort of proximity-induced vertigo.
Jazz is going to Yellowknife next week to the vet. She's been peeing blood and we're worried about her. We got antibiotics sent from the vet, hoping it might be a bladder infection, but the vets said they need to do more tests as the drugs didn't help. We were thinking we might have to send her by herself in her crate (poor sweetie) but it turns out Miguel's going to meetings in YK next week so he can take her. I'm really hoping that it isn't kidney failure, and that she gets to come home again........
This not-smoking thing is ok, I guess. Really I've gotten to the stage of things where I don't want to smoke because I don't want to have to quit again and I know I have to. If that makes sense. I am enjoying the re-threading of my brain. There are definite changes in how I see things when I'm not smoking. I have to fight through the moods, at first, and try to sort out whether everyone really does hate me and is out to get me. I get a bit more selfish than usual, and want to get people to do things for me. Especially, it always seems, as I mentioned last week, I want someone to make coffee for me. It doesn't count as a treat, an alternative to cigarettes, unless someone else produces it. Don't ask me why this follows, but it does. And I don't want people to stand too close to me. This passes, but if I remember correctly it takes a long time. If someone stands too close it makes me dizzy, and I think I'm going to grab them to keep from falling. Like a sort of proximity-induced vertigo.
Jazz is going to Yellowknife next week to the vet. She's been peeing blood and we're worried about her. We got antibiotics sent from the vet, hoping it might be a bladder infection, but the vets said they need to do more tests as the drugs didn't help. We were thinking we might have to send her by herself in her crate (poor sweetie) but it turns out Miguel's going to meetings in YK next week so he can take her. I'm really hoping that it isn't kidney failure, and that she gets to come home again........