Kitty, tiredness, and few other things.....

[little_firestar]

So, I just had a, well, horrible week, can we say that? well, considering that I haven't stopped for one sec since Monday, I'd say we can (and I'm not talking about half a day off, I'm talking about not even one minute off kind of not stopping).
Any wonder? No, considering that there's breakfast to prepare (or help to prepare, depending on whom got uo first, me or mum), preparing the cat and the dog's medicines, (dog, one pill, cat, a mix of 4 medicines, injected in the mouth. guess who does it? the oen with a good saight and patience.). Checking my granbdmother's sugar level and calculate the insuline she needs to do (after having controlled she does actually eat, all the while listening to her saying how much her husband was "the only good thing in her life", how she "wnats to die so I'll not live without him" or that he's been so "good to take her even if he could ahve had anyone and he was such a ladykiller, and I was oh, so poor, and handycappated", which she is not, but I already argued with her about that once and I'm not gonna repeat the experience) and actually do ther insuline (because she forgets, because she can do it twice having forgetting, because she doesn't check if the whole insulin left the pen....)
all of this, between 6.15 and 7
then, there's baby cat to feed (Mino. little update: I'm weaning him! finally we are slowly moving to solid food, ie, he needs bottle-feeding only twice a day!), and, if there's nothing to do in the kitchen (unlikely) I can move upstairs to the bathroom.
Which, at this timne of the day, is already occupied by my younger brother, who's worst than the worse woman in the abthroom compartiemnt.
Yes, I mena he takes hours. well, not hours, litteraly.
Just 30 minutes, for real.
At thsi spoint, we are at 7.30, and I need to be out of the house by 7.45-7.50. So, I run, washing myself as quick as possible, taking as clothes the first acceptable things I find (I'm considering the Dylan Dog attitude, a wardarobe full of clothes, all eguals). No jewels, no make-up, there's no time.
I run to the car, and working with my father and Andrew, it emans we usually drive in the same car.
It also means as well that there are already isnide, chatting, anc complaining that I'm too slow. really.
Then..work (acceptable. everything is acceptable. really. I've never complained about the job).7
At 7.30, I'm back home- just had from 1 pm to 2 pm to have lunch- and again I check the sugar level in the blood, I do the insuline, check on the dog, looking if she is talking her medicine.  help set dinner. ready, quickly.  undone the table, prepare coffee.
It's nine.
I check on my email-finally - and read a couple of things., check soem things work-related.
10 pm. time for next control of the sugar in teh blood. same as before.
get cats and dogs ready for the night, feed once again Mino. half past ten.
I'm gone, I can barely keep my eyes open, so, i don't. I go to sleep.
Change of season. one minute is hot, the next one is cold. add insomnia in the mixx, you'll haveme sleeping at two o'clock.
Then...here we are again.  another day, where, when there's not the job, there's the dcotor, the postal office, the bank, payments, bills, insurances, doctos, hospital, drigstore, pharmacy, the shopping to do.  And...guess what? rarely tehre's space for something done FOR ME.
So, yes, I'm grumpy, and tired and on the verge of a small nervous breakdown (I'm losing weight quikcly, not a good sign, nevewr a good sign). and I'm kind of sick of people compalining because I'm moody!
Well, you know what? few years back I alwasy complained about turning itno an adult. Now? I'd trade that back!

(Are you exited there are just few hours left untill the Mentalist new season?)

Comments

[tromana.livejournal.com]

Sorry you're having such a tough week. I've been having to medicate Galinda this week, post-spay. She's taking it very well, bless her. Better than me, who's like a hovering mother.

Hope things pick up for you!

And no, I'm not excited in the slightest. Because I've seen it constantly on twitter all day, I feel like I've had it rammed down my throat. It'd be more tolerable if I knew when our premiere is.

(PS. if you comment on it on here, please keep it under a LJ cut? I don't want to see reviews etc. obviously.)

[little-firestar.livejournal.com]

hovering mother, really? daddy always complains that I act with Mino like he was a child- and he is a bit like a child to me, I take care of him since he was 3 days old! - and makes fun of me. mum, instead, cries, telling me that once I'll be a mother, I'll be a great one. But, please, could I wait a little longer? I'm too young and people has children even at over 40, she isn't ready to face the word "grandmother", and I never had proper fun ("oldest 11 years old I ever saw", my teacher used to say...)
I've.. done what I should have not done with the mentalist premeiere, but haven't seen yet. Guess it will have to wait till tomorrow, today I'm really too tired, and I'm getting sleeping time now that I don't have to worry about waking up every 2 or 3 hours to feed the kitty (and check that he is breathing. yes, I do that as well).
Sigh. and today I checked my schedle for next week. even fuller than this one...

[tromana.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Checking on her every couple of hours, checking her wound, making sure she's eating, drinking, defecating. She's absolutely fine now, acting as if she hasn't just had major surgery, but still... I'm not surprised your parents are having such differing reactions though!

Hah, have fun when you do watch it. I'll just keep staring at various websites thinking 'why no premiere date for The Mentalist yet?' when really, I know all the answers. We'll find out 10 days approx before it starts... ugh.

Ugh, not fun. My week next week is about the same as usual... except hospital appointment on Monday. Joy.

Sleep well!

[little-firestar.livejournal.com]

Oh, I remember when Minni, aka Kitty number one (yes, we do call them by number as well)went through that. Lucky, in a couple of days she got better, like she had been through nothing. In fact, she kind of played us a night, and escaped from the roof, and I had to run through teh whole road (luckly, we are just a local traffic road, just for the few homes)at midnight with my blue and pink pajama on. embarassing. also because, apprently, I had an audience. like, all my neighbours.
I just have to watch it as soon as possible, even if I'll look at it as soon as they'll broadcast it in Italian around June, I really couldn't live that long without it. and, could you beelive that when they broadcasted season one I didn't watch it? I started with season two(May of last year) and then looked at all the old episodes. and then, Simon had me from hello. or whatever he said as first word in that episode.
And, good luck Monday!

[bas_math_girl]

Sorry life as an adult is constantly sucking for you!! Especially when the people involved are so ungrateful.

I don't watch The Mentalist, so that excitement has completely passed me by...

[little-firestar.livejournal.com]

well, I didn't thought I'd complain that much, untill I re-read it this evening. And i don't want to be too ungrateful, my parents do their best, especially mum ("Li, I'm so sorry I dragged you into this, I'm sorry if haven't been a presnet parent, I'm sorry I'm saking so much of you..." and so on. Really, nothing or everything? Doesn't anyone know what the middle way is?) so, I have my quiet moments. But, like the doctors keep telling us, having at home two elders so old, and so sick, and so grave, it means work, a lot, and renounces. WEhich, maybe, it could even be acceptabel, if they stopped complaning (at my back, but with me present) about the fact I'm a female. because females... well, seems they are not nice, that's all.
I guess I'll have just hope for teh better...
And, by the way, I'm exited about soemthing else today.... I've found out the antional television, the Rai, here is programming re-runs of all epsidoes of Doctor Who from the ninth Doctor (Ten soon! yay!)