Not that anyone will read this, because it's not Facebook, but hey.
Nothing really going on worth posting, really. Still unemployed, still having flashbacks/dissociation/other crap, experiment really doing nothing but masking issue because circumstances weren't really changing. Had doctor's appointment, have to go to another clinic to maybe have anything covered.
But there is one thing that's not about all that, and I realized I hadn't posted it here, although I've mentioned it on some communities.
We have a cat. Which is odd. I'm not really a cat person. I like all animals, by and large, but I've always kind of been uncomfortable around cats. Maybe because most of them have hated me, and the ones I've been around the most doubly so. And I still would rather have a dog - I grew up around them, their tendency to want attention helps distract my brain from things. But dogs aren't allowed, and it doesn't look like we're leaving here in the immediate future. And cats are fuzzy, and since I'm by myself fairly often, it's something else in the apartment. I'm not anti-cat, just prefer dogs.
So Dan and I used to go (and I will continue to go once I have a legal car) to the shelter every so often to look at the dogs there. And Dan is a cat person, so we'd look at the cats and the bunnies as well. We found the cat we wound up getting at the shelter. She was taken in in November, and she is at least eight years old (no birthday on her records, so I don't know if she would have had a birthday this month). She was very affectionate, and Dan fell in love with her (apparently he has a thing for blue eyes). She was already spayed and negative for health conditions, and her shots were up to date. We used the gift certificates for Target to get kitty stuff, and brought her home.
Unfortunately, she had an upper respiratory infection and was on antibiotics for that when we brought her home. Those are done, but when we took her to the vet, she does have a touch of conjunctivitis and constipation, so I have to give her eyedrops and stool softeners, which she's not thrilled with.
I may not be as big a cat fan as Dan or Lisa or a lot of the other people I know, but I don't dislike them, and I took responsibility for her, so I dose her with medicine, give her treats afterwards, and give her brushings and pets and toys. She responds by head bonking me when I'm at the desk and sleeping on the bed at night and licking my head when I've gotten out of the tub and am curled up on the beanbag. Which isn't too bad for an older cat that had been at the shelter for a bit.
So we're getting used to each other. It'll be interesting to see what happens when I don't have to chase her around the house to give her yucky medicine and don't have that association for her. She's very pretty, more affectionate than I've had cats be to me before (I guess, Im not an expert on cat body language), and because she's older doesn't have quite so much crazy energy.
She's been renamed Atia, because I watch far too much Rome. She had the name Cashmere before. She ignores pretty much any name anyway.
Eventually she'll forgive me for trying to make her eat gooshyfood and better quality kibble.
And now it's time to torture her with eyedrops again.