I'm looking forward to the hope of possibly being able to touch my toes again (they're really ugly right now). But I'm in the final stretch!!!! Literally, stretch! Actually, more like splitting, for me.
Ken does change the litter box all the time, but I can't make him do everything. He was priming the baby room when Marble decided to rub poo allover her face
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Don't know why I got up from the couch just now. I feel like poop and food just doesn't taste as good as it normally does. I have to take my kitty to the vet at 3:30 and then I have class tonight at 6:30-9. I'm so dizzy and I need water but it makes me feel like I'm gonna throw up.
Blech. Maybe I'll try going for a walk in a little bit.
Well, my kitty's back in the franken-bandage again, walking like a turtle. I don't understand this: The vet told us to take the bandage off, and then charges $20 to have it put back on when she was in the wrong.
I feel stupid because I knew that she was going to rip at her stitches.