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Last night the Mad Scientist grounded me due to "being totally irrational and incapable of carrying on a conversation." It's a fair cop. I get like that when I've had insufficient food/sleep or when emotionally overwrought. Among the Mad Scientist's marital duties is, in fact, trying to keep the Abra sane.
Night before last, we went out drinking with people. I had a good time, except for the whole "staying out way too late and getting way too drunk" part. When we got home, it got worse.
Somehow, in the time that we were gone, Foundling managed to fall off the back of the A/V table and he got his paw tourniquetted by a cord (from his toy, oddly enough). Thrashing ensued. When I walked in the door (extremely drunk, mind you), I found a totally trashed living room and The Saddest Kitten In The World sitting in the middle of a nest of cords and wires, his paw hanging above his head with a cord wrapped extremely tightly around it. His paw was swollen up to three times the size it should have been. And he mewed. The saddest "Mommy, fix this," mew that any kitten has ever made.
Under the circumstances, I didn't exactly sleep well. Or for very long...since the next day it was back in to Job #1 for an incredibly tedious project that involved paging through two images, on two screens, and comparing the two.
So I was woozy on sleep dep last night. Came home. Mad Scientist made me eat something and take a two-hour nap. Then a couple of hours of TV. Then back to bed and sleeping until nearly 10 a.m. this morning, because Phase II of the incredibly tedious project has been indefinitely postponed. Sleeping that much felt really good.
And as of today, Foundling's paw is back to nearly normal size, and the vet says we don't need to worry. Whew!
Night before last, we went out drinking with people. I had a good time, except for the whole "staying out way too late and getting way too drunk" part. When we got home, it got worse.
Somehow, in the time that we were gone, Foundling managed to fall off the back of the A/V table and he got his paw tourniquetted by a cord (from his toy, oddly enough). Thrashing ensued. When I walked in the door (extremely drunk, mind you), I found a totally trashed living room and The Saddest Kitten In The World sitting in the middle of a nest of cords and wires, his paw hanging above his head with a cord wrapped extremely tightly around it. His paw was swollen up to three times the size it should have been. And he mewed. The saddest "Mommy, fix this," mew that any kitten has ever made.
Under the circumstances, I didn't exactly sleep well. Or for very long...since the next day it was back in to Job #1 for an incredibly tedious project that involved paging through two images, on two screens, and comparing the two.
So I was woozy on sleep dep last night. Came home. Mad Scientist made me eat something and take a two-hour nap. Then a couple of hours of TV. Then back to bed and sleeping until nearly 10 a.m. this morning, because Phase II of the incredibly tedious project has been indefinitely postponed. Sleeping that much felt really good.
And as of today, Foundling's paw is back to nearly normal size, and the vet says we don't need to worry. Whew!
