I Don't Care About the Joneses

 I found out my cat is diabetic.  She had been peeing a lot and seemed to be thirsty all the time. I took her to my normal vet in late September 2021 when it started and her blood work came out ok.  This time it wasn't.

I hadn't gone to the same vet not because I didn't like the clinic.  Well, I didn't like the clinic.  The staff bothered me.  I liked the vets.  I think maybe this vet didn't check my cat for diabetes.  I just had a bad vibe about going back.  When I asked if my kitty could have her nails trimmed, the vet tech brought her back put her carrier on the ground and acted like she dumped out the garbage.

Precious is a shy and nervous cat.  She probably squirmed and made the tech mad.  After reading what people had to say about this clinic, I know it was the right choice to switch.

I am overwhelmed with the diagnosis.  I got an email the night of the big Judge's election in Wisconsin. I wrote letters, post cards and text banked for Judge Protasiewicz.  It was a mixed bag of emotions.  I was happy and heartbroken at the same time.  Democracy won and yet, my dear sweet furry kitty was sick.  

She loved me when nobody else loved me when I was sick.  It's not fair.  I hate giving her the shots.  I thought I can do this and did it the first few times on my own.  She handled it ok.  She was pissed off but she got over it.  My mom offered to hold her while I did it and it made a difference.  I have to call to get her sugar checked and I think I'm expected to do it at home too?  Oh my god.  One thing at a time.  

And yet, Precious played with me tonight.  It's been awhile and she swatted around the string off an envelope like a kitten.  It made me laugh so hard to see her play so joyfully.  She's not quite 12 years old and I never saw her like this. I hope it's not false hope.  I hope I'm doing right by her.  I don't want to fail her.  

I got asked to go to a farewell lunch for someone who's retiring.  NO.  It's not personal, but I think I may retire from people.

I never knew what to say at any of these awkward lunches when we had them at the office. I didn't have kids to brag about.  I didn't have vacations to talk about.  I didn't have a fancy car to talk about. I didn't go to big rock concerts or sporting events.  I don't think anyone wants to hear about my diabetic cat.

To be honest, I'm tired of hearing about people and their vacations.  Or their smart kids.  Or how many things they have.  I. DON'T. CARE.  And to people who got to go on and on like that?  You're pathetic with your keeping up with the Joneses.

I quit my hair salon and spa last week.  I didn't realize this but I was booked for 5 years in advance and it took me 20 minutes but I canceled every damn appointment.  I used a credit card and I paid too much.  I also suspect my former nail tech had my hair stylist ask why I didn't go to him at my last appointment.  I don't know. I kind of think $95 to pay for syringes and insulin for a cat might seem more necessary than a stupid pedicure.  At least I don't have to tip the pharmacist.

I will find my place to get a decent hair cut and color without feeling like I'm in a cult.  I may try a few places and maybe even try coloring my grey.  It was kind of liberating to quit the salon.

I just don't care about some things.  I didn't quit the salon because of my diabetic cat.  I don't think I fit in a place like that.  I miss my old nail salon on the east side that cost a lot less.  I'd like to find a hair place like that where I don't feel pressured and I can just get a decent hair color without a nail tech harassing me for services.

I don't want to keep up with the Joneses.  I just want to keep up.