It's Pouring

As if I don't have enough on my plate....

I was actually doing so well this weekend. I got down to 123 by monday that's more than 4 lbs in a week. I will be rocking my pirate costume if I can keep that up. I got so much done too (the BF was on a guys weekend in NY).  Freelance project done in less than 4 hours (I had allotted so much more time). I cooked 3 batches of soup, dished up 6 servings of fuit and oatmeal, and got the ingredients to veggie lettuce wraps all prepped. 3 meals a day for most of the next few weeks (oatmeal will need to be made again, but that's boiling water and oats, not too hard or time consuming).

I started making headway on the party planning and buying. Put up my bedroom curtains (not really curtains, but a sari hung up by curtain rings). Got all of the BF's birthday present ordered (putting together a Dr. Horrible costume for him to wear at our party). Even had my dishes done (for most of the weekend). Got an email that a good friend from my home town is going to be around next weekend. So all in all pretty good, if still a little tired.

Then I get home last night and walk through two piles of puke on my bedroom floor.  This is after a few weeks ago when I came home from the BFs place and found two piles of puke on the living room floor. Which means, that Black Kitty is sick. Which is breaking my heart right now. I know there are tons of perfectly normal reasons why a cat will throw up, but Black Kitty has never thrown up. Never.
So here I am scrambling to find a vet in a new town, having to call in to work because I have to take her. My co-workers at my last job were all pet people, so when you called in because a pet was sick they took it like you called in 'cuz your kid was sick. They totally understood. It's not like this job is giving me hard time, but I know of only 1 person in the whole office who has a pet. And, I'm PMSing along with having Orange Kitty flashbacks, who threw up on a Sunday night and died at the vet's office 8 days later. I spent most of today trying not to lose it and start crying at work.  I know it could be nothing, but her behavior has been just enough off (I thought because of my crazy schedule) that I am worried.

At least I get to sleep in tomorrow. And I'll even have time to work out before taking BK to the vet. Because I didn't work out between jobs like I meant too. I spent the time snuggling with BK, then calling vets, then calling off work and calling my old vet to get records transfered.  I didn't eat either, but I did pack a "dinner" which I wasn't going to get to eat until 7:30 (and not even then really - didn't get a break tonight) so I went thru the Taco Bell drive thru. I kept it to a minimum 1 item no dairy. So it could have been worse. But it's not good either. I expect to be over 123 tomorrow.

Sigh....I love October, and I am really looking forward to the BFs birthday and our party, but man will I be glad when this month is over.