March 30th, 2011


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It turns out that Cobweb has a kidney infection, so the vet gave her an injection of antibiotics, and now we get to experience the adventure that is giving your cat daily subcutaneous fluids at home! We've got one of those big, hospital-style, clear plastic bags of fluid, with a long plastic tube, and a big honkin' needle on the end. (The scariness factor of the needle is not really dependent on the length ... it's the massive width of the thing. I wouldn't want that monster shoved into my body!) You have to hold the bag up in the air, just like at the hospital, and wait until the requisite amount of fluid flows down into the unhappily immobilized feline. Shannon and I have chosen our roles -- I'll be the restrainer, and he will be the stabber -- and tomorrow we will have our first go at it. Today, the vet tech did it to show us, so we didn't actually do it ourselves. I predict that the entire process will increase in difficulty as the treatment does its work and Cobweb increases in spunk. Right now, she's a pretty lethargic kitty and she doesn't have much fight in her, but holding her still for a needle when she's feeling more like herself isn't going to be fun. But we have hopes that this means she'll be feeling better soon ... after all, I'd rather have her in fighting trim.

The weather today was actually hot. The highs were around 80 degrees, and I was roasting. I was doing all kinds of running around -- errands, housework, appointments, etc. -- and I was cursing the heat. Also, I was wishing I'd worn my flip-flops instead of tennies, even if it meant leaving the beloved wacky socks at home.

I ran into my friend stonebender at the downtown library today, and it was great to see him. I didn't stick around to talk -- the library isn't the ideal place for a lively "let's catch up" chat -- but I'm always happy to run into him. I haven't seen him in ages!

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Today at the library I picked up a YA romance called One Night That Changes Everything (by Lauren Barnholdt), and I've already read 3/4 of it. I'm enjoying it tremendously -- YA romances are one of my secret, embarrassing pleasures. Except I guess it's not a secret, since I'm writing about it in a public journal entry. Anyway, this book is about a high school girl who is (for complicated and unlikely reasons) being coerced into doing all the things she has always found most frightening (not like skydiving, but like getting in front of people and singing karaoke). I'm finding it charming.

I'm still totally addicted to the latest "Glee" song: "Loser Like Me."

Shannon asked, "So does this mean you consider yourself a loser now?" and I explained that it's not about that. I've always had an affection for the marginalized and outcast ... especially for the assertion by such folks of self-respect, agency, humor, and just general rebellious refusal to accept other people's judgments. I mean, I love stories about gay and lesbian (or disabled, or racial minority, or "wrong" gendered, or minority religion, or fat, or just weird, or whatever) folk with the same kind of message ... that doesn't mean I identify as gay or lesbian. It's a larger kind of kinship. I feel like when pretty much anyone marginalized expresses their strength and pride, I am standing beside them, cheering them on and gaining something myself from their success. Like I'm on their side, and in some way they're also on mine. Like we're allies against conformity. Or something.