Sr. Vet declares "Moshi is fine"

[note: Stacy is currently in the middle of her 2 day Avon Walk for Breast Cancer - which she is moblogging as she can. Don't forget to donate!!]

Almost didn't make it to Moshi's follow up appt today cause my fatigue is back. It hit me hard yesterday. I thought I could bust through it but after minorly cleaning the house last night, I was exhausted and went to bed - torn between wanting a booty call and wanting to be left alone. Much to my surprise, I was left alone.

I woke up around 11 and had a difficult time convincing myself to actually get out of bed so Moshi would make his 2pm vet appt. Dr. Evans, who I think is probably one of the top practicing feline vets in the country (vs researchers etc) said Moshi's wounds are now healing up just fine and it's okay to let him outside on a regular basis. She laughed a lot at the story of the "communication problem" between Moshi & I two nights ago and stated what I already knew - peeing on my bed was Moshi's way of asserting dominance over the house. Screaming and throwing a fit was my way of quickly taking it back. Mosh was terrifed at the vet but is now happily resting in the shade in the backyard. He'll probably take off for his nightly prowl of the neighborhood within the next hour or so.

It's nearly 5:30p now and I'm supposed to be at the Drag Tupperware Party/Show at 6:30p. I can't decide whether or not to go.

Part of me is saying, "Go for it! It's fun!! It's not too far away. There will be lots of sexy gay guys to talk with. You'll have a blast and still be home by 9. If you don't want to primp & preen, you don't have to - it's okay to go looking 'normal'. It's the only opp to see it this year. You can sleep later."

The fatigued part of me is saying, "Skip it. You saw it last year. Sure, it will be different - but not drastically so. No one will miss you. You aren't going to buy any Tupperware anyway. It's being held in a bar and, if you have a good time, you'll probably end up drinking too much and having to stay late in order to sober up to drive. Just chill at home. You know you need to dye your hair anyway. Doesn't a nap sound GOOD?"

I don't know which side is going to win - right now, napping is a heavy favorite. I wish the party was tomorrow night (Sunday). That would be totally easier for my schedule.

What the hell is up with this dang exhaustion? Since starting the iron supplements, I was doing really well. Till Friday. Then, even with taking a full prescrip amphetimine pill (previously, I've usually taken only 1/2) I could barely keep my eyes open from about 4pm on.

And my 7-eleven is still a 7-eleven. No Kwik-E-Mart conversion after all. damnit.

Soy un perdedor.