Why do cats do this!?
This evening I will pass the critical 72-hour point since I played head-butt with a corner of the antique clock. I'm still not feeling great and that kind of worries me, but really, what can I do?
No medical insurance + no money =
welcome to the American Dream.
See that part that projects out from the clock? That's what clocked me. It, however, seems no worse for the wear. The worse part is the intermittent nausea that nothing, not even my trusty Zantac or Tagamet, fixes. At least it could snow while I'm sitting here in this bed. Outside, it looks like it should snow, but all we're getting is a mournful drizzle.
And now the cat's out there yowling to be let in. Sigh.