Taking off from work today because I have to see the oral surgeon who looked at my records when I was in the hospital about my jaw.
I went to my dentist last week. He said that I had one broken tooth and one damaged filling, but he wouldn't work on me until I saw an oral surgeon for a follow-up. He gave me numbers of two oral surgeons. Neither of them would see me; they said I needed to see the same doctor who had initially treated me. I called the private office of the oral surgeon who saw my records at Lutheran. He said he could only see me at the hospital. I called the hospital. They said there were no appointments until April 4. I called the doctor's office back, and said, I was supposed to have had a follow-up at around Xmas time, but I was traveling. The doctor agreed to see me -- at the horrible hospital -- this morning.
So I need to do that.
Then, when I come back home, I have to deal with the cats. As I mentioned, one of the cats has been vomiting blood. I don't know which one. They both seem perfectly fine. I've found the vomited blood twice, so it's not something that's happening all the time. So I have a dilemma. I can't manage to take both of the cats to the vet at once, even in a car service, especially since it's a six-degree day outside. Do I just choose one, and then if he checks out fine, bring in the other one? Or do I try to recruit someone to come with me?
Well. This is one of the many hassles of partner-free living. Another question, of course, is, if there is a huge vet bill for one of the cats, shouldn't Gary split it with me? Shouldn't he split any vet bills with me? We adopted them together, in good faith. He didn't, though, when he left, offer to contribute to their care and feeding at all.
And he hasn't met his financial obligations to me, so I doubt that he will volunteer a contribution. Still, it's just a question of ethics to ponder, isn't it.
Well. At least I have a pile of Bollywood DVDs to watch, and some Ken Russells from Netflix.
Soldiering on.
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