mowr

This morning sucked.

Got up early after too little sleep. Had to put Hobbes in the carrier. I'd just like to note that he's normally fine with travel. He doesn't get excited about being stuffed into the carrier, but doesn't meow and dart away like he did this morning, which really got my day started on the wrong foot. I felt like a monster.

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I don't know what to fucking do. You guys tell me. Please, for the love of god, weigh in.

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all i need now is a headache...

...because everything else below my neck hurts.

Picked up Hobbes at 4. Was given the alarming news that his blood sugar levels are, well, alarmingly low. Normal levels should not be below 80. Hobbes was at 14. That's right. One. Four. Fourteen. Dr. Henkle commented that in spite of that, he wasn't showing any signs of distress beyond annoyance that they kept mistaking him for a furry orange pin cushion all day. She gave him a glucose IV and said to watch him in case he went into some sort of hypoglycemic attack. Fabulous.

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