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I’m blowing balloons with my nose
No. No, I’m absolutely not kidding. I wish I was. I would love to be annnnnywhere other than standing in my bathroom watching myself blow up a balloon with my nose. LOL. I just, I just can’t. My life man.
I have an issue with my eardrum. It’s not moving with sound like it should. I’ve done extensive PT on it. It’s not working. The next step would be a procedure I don’t want. As a last resort I found Otovent. I’m telling you when I found this I for real thought someone was pranking me. It’s a balloon attached to a nose piece that you blow up with your nose in hopes of regulating the pressure in your Eustachian tube. No, I’m not fucking kidding. Stop looking at me like that, I didn’t make it. I’ve had so many issues with my ears. Actually it’s just the left one, he’s an asshole. It started with a weird balance thing and a blocked ear. When the doctor told me what it was my ear was so blocked I thought she said “You have a space station issue”. I almost fell over, I have a what now? Ma’am my space station is just fine. How dare you.
So, three times a day I stand in my bathroom and blow this damn thing up with my nose while my better half yells: “Booger Balloon!” from the other room. Kill me. I shit you not. Every time.
Apparently the issue I have is also called “Glue Ear”. Really? Could we get any more ridiculous? Why? The fucking mental that accompanies that. LOL.
So, there you have it. I am blowing booger balloons for medical reasons. What are you doing?
Catriona
XOXOXOX
All the fur
I was asked to post the reason I’m broke. Em, I mean my animals. LOL
Leopold Humphries & Lilith
Annnnnd this is Atlas & Randall Memphis Raines
Off to work I go. Don’t get too jelly. They are amazing.
**Note for Char** – E-mail me. I have been trying to get ahold of you, but not about your extended warrantee. I swear. I miss you!
Catriona
XOXOXOX
Fungus gnats, runny eyeballs, & Salad for breakfast
Fungus gnats are the worst. I want to burn my whole house down and start over. Is that an option? I’ve treated evvvery plant I own. I don’t want to admit how many that is.
The funny part about the kittens I adopted what the rescue named the male: Leopold. Who the hell even thinks of such a name these days? Me. Me, that’s who. I do. That’s a name I would have chosen, lol. I didn’t know his name when I told the rescue I wanted him. When she handed me the paperwork, I laughed so hard. Welp, that was meant to be. I would have named him Mr. Humphries, so Leopold tracks. Don’t look at me like that. At least I didn’t name him Wilberforce.
Mr. Leopold Humphries is at the vet with my better half because the whole adoption process was sketchy as hell, and they are smaller than I think they should be. I wanted them checked out as soon as possible. Plus, Leopold’s eye looks irritated. Do you hear that sound? It’s real loud. It’s the sound of me hemorrhaging money. I don’t even want to talk about the HUGE kitten cage I am waiting on and how much that cost. Totally not sorry. These kittens are wayyyyyy younger than the rescue told me. They are so tiny. So, so tiny. I have dogs, these kittens need to be protected until they can protect themselves when I am not home. (Annnnnd it was just confirmed from the vet that they are so much younger than I was told. WTF people. Eh, just more justification of the crazy amount of money I spend on a catio lololol).
I guess I should thank the Universe. It gave me what I wanted for the first time in a while. I wonder if that means the coming year is going to be better than the last 5. lol. One can hope, right?
I made salad for breakfast because I couldn’t decide what I wanted, so of course that meant salad. I need to go shopping, ugh. There’s that sound again.
Rando blurry photo of my coffee cup. Isn’t it pretty?
But the real beauty is the coaster:
I guess I should get ready for work. Ugh, pants. I hate pants.
Catriona
XOXOXOX
Be Kind
One of the things I received for my birthday this year was this amazing necklace that makes me laugh every time I think about it.
Catriona
XOXOXOX
Was it something I said?
Browsing through blogs here, when I find a new one/first post, I usually comment “Welcome!”.
I did that yesterday on a rando as I was reading blogs. The person replied asking how I found their site, and then promptly deleted their blog. What the what? Mkay sketchball. LOL
I wasn’t even being creepy, this time! I was just being nice, commmmmme backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
Bahahhaha what the hell, people.
Catriona
XOXOXOX
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11 Years
WordPress says today is my 11 year anniversary of being here. Weird.
I’m a long way away from 11 years-ago-me. HA.
I also made the spiciest paster evvvver tonight. I’m glad It way just for me. I don’t think my family would have survived. bahahaha.
Also. I covered my Mom’s room with coke. So. There is that.
That is all.
XOXOXOX
Catriona
Douchebag
(Trigger Warning – allll the suicided)
Several months ago I stepped down from my position and moved departments. Took a pay cut.
The department I was in was so toxic. We are talkin’ daily verbal and professional assault. It was fuckin’ terrible. It was really hard to let go of my people, the team I built from the ground up. It was hard to give up and walk away. I spent three years being a buffer for these people. Helping them navigate a pandemic. Keeping them out of harms way and taking the punches. I just couldn’t do it anymore. The burnout is real.
I moved to the ICU in a lesser position. It’s been an experience, for sure. I have been in a supervisor role for so long that being in a role where I have no say in anything was refreshing and fucking weird. The people I work for and with are fantastic. I’d follow them to hell and back, so having no control is fine with me. They are so kind. I’m grateful for the break.
I worked really closely with ICU for years so the move wasn’t really a big change other than the work environment improved 100%. They asked for me, and I’m so glad they did. Because, I don’t know that I would have moved on my own. I loved the team I built and feared what would happen when I left (turns out everything I feared unfolded about a week after I transferred. Ugh).
May is their birthday week. It’s also our anniversary month. While at work, one of the ICU nurses that I work closely with asked me a question that I answered truthfully. It led to me giving a quick synopsis of their suicide and the aftermath. The nurse, Jon, spun around and looked me in the eyes and said: “Wow, what a douchebag”. When I say I laughed, oh my stars. That’s the first time I’ve had that reaction from someone. I laughed and replied “Yeah, a little”. Jon started to apologize. I was still laughing. Truthfully, it was a welcome response. Had it been 5 years ago this would have put me in mental choke hold. I explained that, and that he had no reason to be sorry. I then explained that for the most part, they didn’t have a choice in their thoughts or actions; I told Jon the diagnosis. I will never forget his response. Never. Because it was the first time anyone had ever completely understood the situation. He locked eyes with me and said “So, they blamed you then. They left a note blaming you didn’t they?”. The world spun. It fuckin’ spun for the first time in a while. I’d never told anyone. Jon went on to say something to the effect of (don’t quote me here my brain was coming to a full stop at this point): “people with that diagnosis, their chemicals are all messed up and they blame the spouse.” I’d never had anyone understand the situation, or connect the dots so completely like that. I never had anyone point this out. I don’t think I knew this was common.
He had no idea what he did for my soul that day. She did leave a note. She did blame me. I blamed me. I blame me even though I know logically it wasn’t in my hands.
It’s true that ICU is a different animal. Apparently it’s the one I didn’t even know I needed.
XOXOX
Catriona