austin_tycho | (no subject)

Gods, what a tiring day.

First off, I want to describe how I was inappropriately rewarded yesterday for sitting in front of the computer on my lazy ass and reading LJ too much. Someone mentioned a possible second sneak preview of Serenity (the first one last Friday had been sold out long before I even heard about it...) so I went over to the website where you were supposed to be able to buy tickets and hit refresh a bunch of times. The window to buy the tickets finally appeared and I jumped on it. Within maybe 15 minutes, the showing was sold out. So, in theory I have 2 tickets to see Serenity on 5/26. I say 'in theory' because the window said 'special advance preview' without actually naming the movie, so I suppose it's possible that it's all a trick and we'll show up and they'll show 'Happy Gilmore 2: Tearin' it up in Vegas' or something. I'll let you know.

Anyway, so the vet called and told me I needed to have Bolt in for his teeth cleaning by 8am. That sucked, I had originally planned to just bring him in whenever I woke up but it makes sense. So I dragged my ass out of bed and enmiserated the cat by sticking him in the carrier- nothing good ever happens to him when he is stuffed thusly, at least from his point of view. This at least enabled me to put food back down, as the other cats were looking to eat someone's face if it wasn't produced soon (we free-feed everyone). I drove 20 miles across town and dropped him off. I suppose I could find another vet closer, but she (or her lackeys) has always done right by us, and knows Bolt throughout his 14 years on Earth. Anyway, I tried to go back to bed but they called and got the okay from me to extract 3 teeth, 2 teeny front teeth and a larger molar. By then I was awake so I went about my day. When I went to pick him up at 3, the tab was $150 over what they had initially estimated, which sucks and pretty much wipes out any spending money I had for May. They also tested his kidney function, and his levels had gotten high so the vet told me to increase his subcutaneous fluid injections from once a month (where they'd been after his kidney levels dropped after doing it semi-weekly) to every week. Yuck. He doesn't like it and I don't like it. I also don't like to think of his kidneys getting worse either. *sigh* Why does aging have to be such a bummer?

Between this and other factors, I've pretty much decided not to pursue getting a scooter this year. Hub's going to pay down some credit cards and thinks we can swing it next year, but dreams die hard. Bleh.