This is Harley. I was with her from the night she was born twenty years ago, to the day she died, this morning. She was named Harley because she purred every time we walked into the bathroom where she was kept with her mamacat and litter mates. Loudly. Sometimes her purr sounded like the had snorted crickets, and sometimes it sounded like she was practicing to be a pigeon, but she was always purring. She slept glued to me. I'm going to miss her like you would not believe.
Stress (her, work, other work, and mostly relationship/personal) has shot my immune system to shit, so after this weekend's event I came home with
- a cold sore
- an actual cold which is dropping into my chest, which I hate
- edema in one leg from being on my feet 10+ hours
- an athlete's foot outbreak, which led to
- cellulitis in the foot that not edemic, already halfway up my foot to my ankle
My RN-friend says I have to stay off my feet for two full days. Not leaving the recliner except to pee. I think this sounds like hell and am going to give it ONE day because she says the option is a week in the hospital which (given I haven't signed up for ACA yet) is not happening. I have twelve events and three closings this month and I am not spending any of it in the fucking hospital.
So. Bedrest for tomorrow.
Fuck me, seriously?