April 2006 Archives

Things are better. A lot better. But we still have a ways to go.

The cat bite is healing. It was oozing puss most of Saturday, but now it's settled into gentle itching and bruising. Looks like there's no worry of the arm falling off. Yay. The headcold is also mostly gone. Double yay.

The house is mostly unpacked. We did a shitload of work this weekend, yet it didn't feel as hard as the unpacking of the kitchen the weekend before. It's unpacked enough now that I wasn't embarrassed to have Arshad and his friend stop by for a quick tour.

We still have to figure out what to do with all the boxes and paper. I would like to keep it, since it's about $300 worth of packing material. But it also takes up a buttload of space. And seeing how we don't really have use of the garage, I'm not sure where to put it.

The front bedroom is pretty much the last mountain to climb. I bit worried about it since we've started to keep the door closed and keep putting more things into it. We also still have to unpack all the stemware and serving platters that go into the hutch. But then the kitchen will be done.

I will be so glad when I can stop thinking about the house all the time and just live in the house. Luckily I think that day is coming soon.

And being the over-achiever that I am, I got said infection. It's my own stupid fault. Here's the story.

I let Horus out of the upstairs yesterday to mingle with Freesia and Smudge. The day before when that happened there was just a lot of growling and dirty looks with a few chases. I figured it wouldn't hurt for them to continue their staring contests. I was unpacking some stuff upstairs when I hear Freesia screaming. I ran downstairs and Horus had cornered her under the table and she was wailing and screaming like a stuck pig - though Horus was still two feet away from her. I decided that this was too much drama for everyone involved, so I went for Horus, since he was closest to me.

Now, I should have gotten a towel to wrap around him before I picked him up. I should have at least rolled down my sleeves. Instead I grabbed him, scruffed him, scooped him into my arms and headed for the bathroom where I could isolate him. As we were walking through the library I loosened my grip on his scruff and he sunk his teeth into my forearm. It's not his fault. He was all upset from the fight. I'm not mad at Horus at all - it was my own damn fault.

I have two fairly big and deep puncture wounds from his top teeth, two small punctures from his lower teeth, and three punctures from his claws. I called my mom, and E, and the doctor. The doctor said all cat bites that puncture the skin must be seen. So when E got off the train we headed to Kaiser. They cleaned my arm, gave me some high powered antibotics, wrapped my arm in gauze and sent me home.

This morning however, my arm is throbbing, the puncture wounds are red, hard, swollen, and hot to the touch. Sounds like infection to me. So I called the doctor back. He said that he's not surprised it got infected. It will take some time for the antibotic to start working. He told me to draw some dots around the edge of the redness, and if it spreads beyond that by tomorrow I'll have to go see him again.

*sigh* It's been quite the week. And it's little consoluation that if I had been thinking at all, some of it could have been avoided completely.

It's happened. I've moved. E and I are now residents of Potrero Hill in San Francisco. And there was much rejoicing. Almost all of our stuff is physically located in the house (though I still have a carload in my trunk).

I am exhausted. And I hurt. All over. Unpacking boxes is hard work. And I have over 80 boxes of crap. You never realize how much crap you have until you move it. And then you are overwhelmed by the size of the crap. And I, at least, resolve to reduce the amount of said crap. But the problem is, I'm rather attached to my crap. I like my stuff. *sigh*

Anyway, the cats are dealing mostly okay, seeing as Horus and my guys are currently kept separate. Horus and Freesia have seen each other through a door. Much hissing and growling ensued, though Horus was much more upset than Freesia. Smudge hasn't seen Horus yet, though they have all had run of the downstairs at some point, so they are smelling each other all over. I'm hoping we can have a combined household by the weekend. We'll see.

The kitchen is mostly done. We could cook, except that we don't have much in way of food. I'm driven to unpack as quickly as possible 'cause I can't stand seeing all the boxes. And yet my body is rebelling and it is very hard to focus on pretty much anything (packing or otherwise).

Gak. I hate moving. But I love being with my E. So it's worth it.