I had a lovely time out with Kimmie last night. That is until the mussels caught up with me. Kimmie, I hope you didn't have the troubles I did last night because I wouldn't wish it upon anybody. I was in so much pain and was so sick that I woke up my mom to ask her for her nursely advice. We decided to see if I could wait it out, but if it got worse that then we'd go to the ER. Thank God it did go away. Omg, I didn't feel that bad when I had the FLU. Anyway, it's over, and I'm still recovering. I'm skipping out on our family Reading Philies game because I don't want to push my luck. I went to set up the tent to see if anything was needed before camping with Stuart, and that was enough to bring on a wave of nausea and I had to lay down to 30 minutes before I felt revived enough to continue with my next thing. There's no way I could survive a baseball game.
So now I'm trying to work myself up to a point where I feel comfortable driving to the store to get some more camping supplies. I need to go through the shed and get a pot and a pan and other cooking supplies we have stashed away for camping. At some point I also need to take the tent back down, but I may make my brothers do that. I need to clean my fish tank too! Crap! Man, I don't feel like doing any of this...
To top of the plans for camping, though, the weather forecast calls for chance of thunderstorms ALL WEEK. However, it's only "scattered" or "isolated" or "intermittent", meaning there will be a t-storm for 10 minutes and then everything will be perfect again (a.k.a. sunny and 90). :) I'm really excited about this! My dad gave me a good idea to go buy a large wagon to help bring everything onto the beach. That way there's a lot less we need to carry. ooo...I should call them and make sure that's ok to bring onto the ferry or something...hmmmm.
Well, I'll be MIA for a week online. Hope everyone else has a good week and I'll see you next week!
Tonight Fatty is going to be put down. :'( My fat cuddle cat that we've had for 10 years. He has kidney failure and the only thing that can be done is to prolong his life and nothing can be done to heal him. I'm glad he'll be put down before he really gets bad. I don't want to see him suffer. It's hard enough seeing him walk around really weak, getting thin, and not eating for over 48 hours. Fatty's been our longest living cat. It's going to be weird coming home and not having a horrendously large orange blob pop it's head out the cat door to our basement and emit his raspy, piercing meow to ask for food; not hearing the ridiculously loud and constant purring, or the strange grunts he makes when he gets annoyed or scared; not being greeted by the hard head rub demanding undivided and infinite attention; or never again seeing that funny face he makes when you scratch just the right spot behind his ears - the one where one eyes pops out real big and the other goes into a miniscule squint, makes a little snarl lip, and digs his claws into whatever material happens to be beneath him.
My poor Fatty.
My poor Fatty.