Just Another Day in Paradise.

THAT's what Phil Collins would say. That's not what I would say, however, so please replace the title of this post with "Today is Just Stupid," or something like that.

Thank you.

I was up early this morning taking Truman back to the vet. As the result of his persistent neck wound, trips to the vet feel like trips to court, or visits to the cops of Animal Precinct. I've spent a great deal of money and a great deal of patience, time, and care trying to get Truman to heal, but the vets have thrown up their hands and want me to go drop approximately $500 at a specialist, something I just can't do right now.

So, I got Truman injected with antibiotics and steroids (I question the latter.... he's already mean, making him stronger might have been a poor move on my part), picked up a prescription for antibiotics, and got him fitted with a lampshade collar. Upon getting him home, Truman cried and thrashed around with the collar, and eventually got it off. The remainder of my weekend, thus, seems to consist of chasing the cat, putting a collar on him, waiting for him to thrash around breaking things, and ultimately removing the collar. Rinse, and repeat.

In the midst of this, I had to go to the lab to have blood drawn, and the nurse intentionally picked the most painful arm vein I own from which to take my sweet sweet blood.

So, today's just stupid. Take that, optimists.