The latest, greatest, and not so fun

I don't normally write about me, or what's going on in my life because this is my primary "writing" blog. However, today I feel the need to write about things.

The Saturday before last, my mom, daughter and I took a trip to Katy Mills Mall. We walked, and walked, and walked. It was our first trip there, so we kind of absorbed all that was going on around us. Surprisingly it wasn't very busy, so we were able to walk and take our time in doing so. We decided lunch at the Rainforest Cafe would be fun, only Kylee decided that was not a very good idea. The child clung to me like a monkey and screamed and screamed the entire time we were in the shop....JUST the shop! So, we decided against lunching there for the sake of our sanity, my daughter's nightmares, and other diners. Our little walk took us by a SPCA shop, where they generally sell animal treats, and goodies. So, we venture in, since we're avid pet lovers, and thought we'd pick up some treats for our animals at home. That was when Kylee saw him...the fattest orange Tabby I've ever seen. I've wanted an orange tabby my entire life! They're so hard to find because they're usually first pick of the litter. Orange Tabbies are known for their patience, affection, and calmness, so they're ideal for kids and families. Anyway, he was 6 years old, and I filled out the necessary paperwork to see how he liked us.

We took him into a little room, meant for getting to know your new animal, and he walked right up to my daughter and head butted her! I knew right then he was meant to be ours! I had to hurry though because there was an old lady looking at him also, so I opened the door, and said, "I'll take him" I just knew that old lady huffed indignantly! So, we filled out the papers to adopt him, and the poor thing was named Peekie-Pee. OH dear, that was NOT going to work. So, I say to the girl behind the counter, "Does he like that name?" She laughs and responds, "NO WAY! He will not even come to you if you call him that." Well, that was good to know. So, Charlie became his new name, and as soon as I said it, he walked right up to me and meowed. I was so very excited! I got what I had always wanted! He's beautiful, and loving, and such a wonderful cat!

Mia, our grey tabby wasn't pleased in the least to meet her new brother. She actually avoided us for 2 straight days, and every time she saw Charlie, she'd hiss and snarl and spit. Finally, last weekend she decided that if he's going to live there, she may as well accept his presence. This morning I caught them playing together, and it was SO funny because when I walked into the room, they both jumped apart like teenagers getting caught making out! (Do not fret, Charlie is very much fixed) They them proceeded to chase each other around the living room.

So then, Friday night was Brian's birthday, and we went to see Ghost Rider at the Movie Tavern. It was a very good movie, if you remove the fact that I BOUGHT my tickets online, and they STILL made me stand in line. (The manager got a nice earful from me about that.) Because we had to stand in line, we had to sit all the way up front, which is NOT comfortable in the least. The food was good though, so that made up a tad for it. Then, this chick behind me kept kicking my chair. Mind you, in the Movie Tavern, you have individual chairs, like office chairs, the big leather kind, so they move, and stuff. So, I move my chair, thinking she's just got long legs or whatever. Next thing I know, she's kicking it again. Not your occasional kick, but a constant, keeping the beat kind of kick. So, I stand up, and glare at her, and bite a nice chunk of her head off in the process. (Sorry, I was already upset about standing in line, then having to sit way up front.) She didn't kick my chair again.

About 30 minutes before the movie ends, I feel like my throat has razor blades in it. So, I go home, take some NyQuil, and pass out. The next day it's WAY worse! I'm talking, I'm crying it hurt so badly. So, I buy Chloreseptic, Vick's 44 lozenges, painkillers, and hot tea. Nothing seemed to even remotely relieve the pain. Sunday rolls around, and I'm miserable, so, I go back to the store, and buy some extremely expensive Jasmine tea. (I heard it has natural numbing qualities) I drink a cup of the most aromatic tea I've ever had, if only a tad bit strong, and feel a brief relief in the pain in my throat.

Today is Monday, and I schedule a doctor's appointment. Now, I know that sore throats are caused by a virus, and there isn't anything they can do about it, but JUST in case I needed to see the doctor. (Strep is a virus, in case you're wondering why you get antibiotics when you have it, is because strep can cause Rheumatic fever, so they give you the antibiotics to help prevent that from happening.) Of course, the doctor looks in my throat, and says, "OH YUK!" There are several words I don't want to hear my doctor say, "oops", "Uh-oh" and "Oh yuk". So he sits down, and says, "I have good news, and bad news. The good news, I know what is wrong with you, the bad news, there isn't anything I can do about it. You have a virus, that has caused ulcers in your throat, and those ulcers have become infected. Because they are in your throat, they become irritated, so you are to eat only smooth food, like: milkshakes, pudding, soup, juice, hot tea, yogurt...etc. The worse news is that it lasts for 2 weeks, and there really isn't anything I can give you for the pain, so you'll have to just bare it. Oh, just for safety's sake, I'm going to give you a shot of triple antibiotics, and prescribe you some antibiotics to see if we can take the edge out of that infection, but don't count on it to work." So, they give me a shot in my hip that felt like they were injecting fire, prescribed my drugs that won't work, and sent me on my merry way with a final little note of "you're not contagious".

I felt like I earned a milkshake after all of that, and stopped at JITB, and got one. SO there! Talking hurts, and I can't do it well because I have a BIG ulcer right where my tongue is in my throat, so moving it hurts. It looks as though soup is my new best friend, and I think I'll drink tea until I puke, but it's only for 2 weeks, right? Oh, another thing...I was the fourth person he'd seen since last Monday that has had this virus...so, who is the contagious one that is passing this around? I'd really like to know!