Tiffany and Ben's cats do not know how to poop in the litter box. I seriously think that they climb in the box, scoot their butts right up to the edge of the box, make sure their hind end is on the ledge, and then poop, making sure the item is laying right in front of the box.
When they do figure out how to go in the box, they don't cover their poop. I think we have some seriously, although cute, R-Tarded kitties.
They are sweet, but meow over everything, don't want to be picked up but really want to be petted, and demand to be let into Tiff's room when the door is closed.
I have also had for a few days a bump on the back of my head. Dan at first thought it was a psoriasis patch, but then it grew some more and has been slightly painful. When I went to the doctor last Tuesday I asked him to look at it. He said it looked like I had just scratched myself, that it wasn't too bad, and I didn't need antibiotics.
It has really been bugging me. And I'm a player. If I have a zit, or bump or something out of the ordinary on my body, and I can reach it, I will play with it. This bump has felt like it has scabbed over, but it's a really hard scab. Finally I got fed up and actually stuck a needle in it. It was hurting like a underground Zit usually does. I was thinking that maybe it just needed some help to "pop" and that it would relieve the pain. I was so hard to even get the needle in, but I did it. It bled a little but not much. Was hard to tell if there was puss in it, and so I let it go.
But today I was really irritated with the bump and I hate to admit this, but I dug at it. All the way home from work. I finally got it somewhat open, and I could feel wetness on it. I pulled my hand away from my head and had a little bit of what looked like puss on it. When I got home I made Dan look at it again. He did and said that it was definitely draining. He squeezed the bump really hard, and got some of the puss out, but it hurt like heck! He says now that he's looking at it this way, it could be a spider bite. He wants me to go to the instacare tomorrow and have it checked out. But I HATE those places. Every time I go in, I have to give them my "history", then they say because of my "history" I need to have all these aggressive measure taken. The I see my real doctor, and he says: "oh here, we just have to do this." Which is usually very simple and less terrifying.
So I think I just may go see Dr. T again if I can and have him look at it again.
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