19 posts tagged “moshi”

I am really out of sync this week.

I need to call the office and see if they did a software roll this morning. I'm hoping not cause then I can justify not bothering to go to work after my GI appt this afternoon (2:30p). It's gonna suck if I have to go in - not only because of having to deal with rush hour traffic (I'll get to the office around 5pm) but because I've already mentally checked out (I hate days when you expect one outcome but get another and have to drastically shift gears). Plus, I'm hoping to use the time to shoot over to see my chiro.

Ailments of the day: R knee still swollen. It's fine so long as I don't attempt to stand or walk. L elbow is now hurting - but on the top/inside of the elbow... a muscle, I assume. If I firmly press on it, it's just fine - but I don't see myself going through the day like that. I'm guessing I pulled something at S class. But, hey, the lower back seems okay today - so, hurrah!

Lucha VaVoom was a blast last night. Not quite as energetic as when I saw them at Halloween but that's to be expected since the audience wasn't all costume/partied out. I'm hoping to do a separate post about it after I check my photos. I thoroughly enjoyed a guy sitting in front of me (from a local radio station) who spent the whole night looking like, "I'm not doing coke on the dance floor while skinny coked up chicks are into me, so I'm not having any fun." The show is pure silliness, I don't understand how anyone can resist the temptation to play along. Who knows, maybe his dog had just died.

The kitties are all still doing okay. There were a lot of requests to go outside this morning (they ring bells that I have hanging on the door then, if I don't respond, resort to crying/wailing) but I still kept them all in. Espressa tried to beat up Moshi last night - on the ear that's already injured, and got a good yelling from me. Boo is still keeping to herself in the living room. Moshi's abscess, and the legs wounds, all look healed up but the ear cartilage tear is still bothering him and looking like it could use some attention. He's still head shaking and he keeps that ear pointed sideways, instead of up, but I can't tell if that's due to the wound or the sutures. He has his follow up appt tomorrow morning (yeah - more money I don't have!). When I tried to give him his antibiotics this morning, he positioned his tongue so that the medicine all shot back into my face. Good one!

I guess I better go move money around (to pay for the GI appt, chiro, and vet - what a joy to have my paycheck totally spent before it even arrives!) and get ready to see the doc. I hope he's a good guy - I hate seeing doctors who have emotionally checked out. Catch you kids on the flipside.

Wee bit of pain today. I went to workout last night. No longer sure that was such a good idea. Sometime during class, my lower back started locking up (I only remember being in the "warmup" row, during freestyle, and having to stop because I thought I was gonna throw my back out). And today my R knee is sore & swollen.

Warmup was sucky for me. I did the moves but very consciously - no flow. I've realized/decided that I don't like Megan's music anymore - and that's why I'm finding it difficult to "get in the mood" in class. Plus I was still sore from Coco's class on Sat - so I spent a lot of my time just stretching (and, at one point, trying to fall asleep - but I failed).

I think I did okay during pole work. I tried & tried moves that I just can't seem to catch on to (ronde de jambe SUCKS) - again feeling it's a matter of one tiny wrist being unable to bear the load of my BIG body. But I tried. I actually made some progress on the body spiral (ahhhaaa.... just realized THAT is where I screwed up my back!!) - finally figuring out that my hand placement has been wrong - and that my body much prefers me doing it left handed. Not that I can actually DO it - but, again, I got closer.

I tried climbing but without any "dry hands" (liquid gymnastic chalk) on my legs, I just kept sliding back down the pole. Plus, by that point I was really tired. Made 3 attempts at inverting - all close but no cigar... I can get upside and hook my toes and/or the bottom of my foot around the pole, but I need to get my ankle hooked and gripping the pole. Keep trying.

I did some of the L1 tricks that I'm still screwing up. Landed on my knees a couple times - but at least it was a soft landing, not a hard fall. I didn't think much about it till the way home, when I stopped at the supermarket and something in the back of my right knee popped. I haven't been able to fully straighten my leg since and, despite Darvocet (which usually makes me feel okay) it's a-hurtin today.

Freestyle dance was a bit frustrating. I don't like going last but keep ending up in that position. I let Megan pick my song and she chose some NIN (I don't remember which song), which always works well for me. I had the lap dance chair (no one in it) backed up to one of the poles. Around the middle of the song, I found myself doing a pole back bend onto the chair. I had a wild hair to slide into the chair backward - so I went with it - over the back, down the seat, onto the floor. It felt really sexy (I doubt it looked it - picture a walrus sliding over a chair - but it felt it) - till I got to the floor and found myself "stuck" - on my back with half my body on the floor, half pressed against the front of the chair, and my legs up in the air with nothing to push against. There was a wonderful "oh, shit, what do I do now?" moment. I finally did a big leg splay (would have been hot if a guy had been in the chair), which allowed enough momentum to flip over sideways and get moving again.

So blahblahblah, rest of dance, whatever. Afterward, Megan said something about "it's not about the 'big' tricks - the stuff you think of as small and boring is actually what looks good." I paused, then asked for examples. She said some rolling around that I'd done had looked really hot (note: I recall Coco cheering a similar move so I guess I should heed this advice) but that it wasn't necessary to "go big" - meaning she thought the chair thing had been thought out and "staged". I told her the chair was totally unplanned and, while I was conscious of what I was doing (simply because it was new and I wanted to make sure I didn't hurt myself), that I had really enjoyed it - till I got stuck. Since there had been an adv. lap class over the weekend, I think Megan thought I was attempting to keep up with those tricksters, or show off, or doing something "big" to make up for my lack of dancing lately. It frustrated me because that basically means it did not look good/natural - it looked planned. But it wasn't. Then Michele made some kind of comment about "parts good, parts not so much" - which kind of echoed Megan. So now I was annoyed.

But to her credit, "pushed me out of the circle last week" chick walked up and said, "I don't know if it was your outfit, the music, the night, your mood, or what - but your dance was HOT." So I felt a lot better.

Anyhoo.... long story longer, today I'm sore everywhere - primarily lower back and right knee. My 44-going-on-85 health continues.

Speaking of which, someone cancelled so I'm getting their time slot and seeing a GI specialist tomorrow afternoon. Just the initial consult - will probably schedule the colonoscopy - but I'm hoping I can also get more drugs from him (I'm at a state of no longer improving but at least the meds keep things under control). I'm probably going to get out of that around 4pm - which means commuting to work during rush hour - so it may turn into a day off instead. Not sure yet.

Tonight is LUCHA VAVOOM. I'm super hyped - even though my schedule & the commute mean that I may miss a good hour of the show (google maps lists the commute as "39..6 mi - about 48 mins; up to 1 hr 50 mins in traffic - which sounds about right). I'm hoping that, like last time, they actually start 1.5 hrs after what the ticket says. So long as I see the CrazyChickens, I'll be content.

general info: Moshi is doing okay. His ear is still bothering him (from the cartridge tear) but doesn't appear to be getting any worse (though also not much better). Espressa is now tolerating his presence but Boo is still refusing to be in the same room with him. All 3 cats are super unhappy about not being allowed outdoors - I'm shocked that I haven't given in and let them out. Moshi's follow up is Thurs. I'm hoping that means we'll all be back to our regular routines by Saturday.

Owwwww.

And each of us immediately, noticeably, relaxed.

He doesn't have a drainage tube so the vet had said he might not need the collar - so long as he wasn't trying to rub or scratch the suture area (which she didn't think he'd do because of where it's located and that she used something other than traditional thread - umbilical suture? - which is supposed to cause less irritation). I realize he hasn't attempted to scratch or rub even once, so I opted to give him a break. So far, it's been a good choice. He groomed his legs a bit (was shaved for IV) and is quickly falling asleep (I don't think he slept all night).

Now maybe we can both get a nap (cats woke me up all night, hissing every time they saw him) and I can continue pretending that I'm going to go walking at the beach today (even though the sun will be going down in about 4 hrs).

I'm kinda sore all over today - guess Coco's workout was harder than I realized (which is GREAT).. I usually don't feel pain for 36hrs (so tomorrow might be a bitch).

Time for sleepies.

Got awhile till I pick up Moshi so I'll recap the highs & lows of Fri/Sat.

Update: Picked Moshi up around 3am. Final bill was $545 (Ouch! - but sustainable). He's happy to be home & looks much better - but is depressed about the e-collar, Boo & Epsressa hissing at him, and being locked indoors.

• Late in the afternoon, Fri, I was told that a laser was repaired. Started testing. Got one table done. Laser error reappeared during second table. Got LIVID & packed up for the night. We've now lost approx 1 week of test time (2 or 3 testers per day) in an already overbooked schedule due to bugs, hardware issues, and inept repair techs. I hate the first week of testing!!

• Got to Carpenter Center, for Les Ballets Trockadero, just as the Out & About group was meeting up. Was disappointed that none of "my" boys were there. How can I think of myself as an A lister if I only ever hang out with D listers?
  
• Not spying any other women in our group, I asked if I was "the token fag hag" for the night. Was told no.
  
• Went inside theater, posed for pictures, and ran into a guy I met during the Jay Wiseman talk/demo at The Lair. Very surreal.
• Found my seat - excellent location (nearly dead center) but I was located with the 4 other women in the group. And I *was* the only fag hag.
• The woman next to me found EVERYTHING to be HYSTERICAL, EV-ER-Y-THING... and laughed LOUDLY to prove it. Annoying as hell. I debated about leaving at first intermission - especially as she read the program aloud to her partner - and continuously pointed out how funny all of that was too.
• By the end of the 2nd series of dances, the comedy had become predictable and boring. I realized I missed an entire movement because I had been thinking about what I could possibly eat when I got home. (the bland diet is making me crazy)
  
• At 2nd intermission, I decided to step out and debate between returning or going home. As I passed the clan of men I knew, I commented to one, "I love Ken but I might have to kill his friend" (the chick next to me). Ken replied, "Yeah, she's kind of..." And I replied, "Uh... yeah." Ken's friend asked what I was talking about. I explained the constant & inapprop laughing (should mention here that her partner left at 2nd intermission - to wait for her in the car.. also either annoyed or bored... or both). I said that if the lights dimmed she responded by laughing and saying "oh my gawd... they're soooo funny!" Ken, hearing this, replied, "oh, just think of it this way - she's just trying to out-bitch you." And that was my queue to go home... disappointed that my first night back out in the real world had been a total bust.
  
• Got home and ate "forbidden" food (microwave pasta in peanut sauce... sooo good) - knowing I'd pay for it later.
• Realizing that when go to workout in the morning, I should bring Coco a copy of the instructor demo she was in, I decided to double-check the one DVD I was able to burn. Not playable - unrecognized format (mpeg = unrecognizable?). Fuck it all.
• Went to bed
• Woke up and let cats out
• Woke up again and found head injury on Moshi. Decided it was okay to leave alone for awhile.
• Buttlagged too long and just barely got on the road with enough time to get to S Factor class in LA. Freeways were fine but street traffic was even worse than I remembered.
• Couldn't figure out where to park. Spotted someone who looked like an S student and got instructions.
• Got inside building and couldn't figure out where to go. Was escorted by a friendly student from the first floor studios to the stairs, up, around, down, back up, and around again - to the secret door to the 2nd floor studios. NEVER would have found it on my own. Seriously. NEVER.
  
• Had a really good class. Coco was a lot more mellow that I expected but that worked in my favor. Her warmup was not nearly as intense as what we do in OC (SF wasn't either, so maybe OC is overdoing it) - which left me with enough energy to dance more. Which was good cause she had us dance a LOT (free dance at end of warmup, pole tricks with dance between - no resting, and 3 warmup dances before our solo dance).
• Due to a wonderful feeling of anonymity, I attempted more tricks... and also did them better than I have in a long time (which really isn't saying much - but felt good - almost, but not quite, a breakthrough).
  
• I rec'd an incredible lap dance. It was, apparently, a huge break through for the chick who did it. So I guess my anonymity worked for her as well.
  
• Coco gave great feedback to all her students (though she went pretty easy on me). My fav moment: When she told me, "I see that you're very predatory... but then you'll pull back and act all 'come and get me'"... which is EXACTLY RIGHT. I've always done a predator/prey combo - but she's the first person to "get" it.
  
• HORRIBLE traffic home dashed any hopes of taking a full 8wk session up there - but I plan to go back. I'm considering, after tax time, squeezing a private 1:1 "intensive" into my budget (they're EXPENSIVE).
  

And the ER vet has called. The abscess wasn't as bad as it looked - more tissue swelling than actual infection - so Moshi doesn't need a drain and should heal up quickly. I'm off to get my baby and call it a night.

When I woke up this morning, Moshi had a large bloody area around his ear. I couldn't see an actual wound and, considering the location (near his temple), excessive bleeding seemed normal. I decided to take a wait & see approach.

When I got home from LA, around 4pm, he was extremely skittish - hiding from me and showing no interest in treats (he always eats treats). Not good. But he was alert & moving, and not crying - so I stayed on the wait & see program - allowing him to hide out and rest.

He just came out of hiding for a bit and his face is extremely swollen on the left side (note: same as the last major injury). I'm guessing there's either a foreign body or broken tooth/jaw. Due to the speed and size of swelling (it was only "maybe swollen 3 hrs earlier), I'm leaning toward the "broken body parts" theory.

I have the cat carrier out, waiting till I can scoop him up (he's hiding again) and head off to kitty ER. Not exactly what my bank account needs right now but Life has it's own plans, doesn't it?

Please send Moshi your good juju.
(And guidance to stay away from whatever cat, fence, other nemesis that is doing this to him.)

Thanks to everyone for the good juju in the previous post.

Neighbors must be ready to kill me - I was whistling for Moshi till 1:30a (though few & far between after midnight), and resumed as soon as I woke up, at 7am.

Still no response - to being called or the sound of his food. VERY unusual. He's never disappeared in cold weather before. I'm currently holding out hope for the "locked in someone's house/garage" theory - which would explain why he's normally home by now but not today - he's previously done this on worknights so people would have let him out earlier than they might on a Saturday.

He's prone to cat fights - but only because he doesn't understand "personal body space" issues and how he pisses off other cats. He seems to think warning hisses are play. I'm really concerned that he's injured (or dead) and unable to make it home... waiting for me to find him. (no guilt or anything)

This is not helped by knowing I have a horoscope for today that says something about not moving, or leaving home, unless it's a matter of life or death. What did they mean by that?? That I'm supposed to stay home till Moshi comes back and has to be rushed to ER? (no, I don't believe in astrology - it's just adding to my paranoia)

Damn... I love Moshi but I hate owning an indoor/outdoor cat!

Moshi is MIA again. He was in the backyard when I left for work. I was home early, which I know sometimes throws him off, but it's well past my normal time to come home and he still hasn't returned.

I've been calling him, roughly every 20 minutes, for 2.5 hrs. Haven't seen him once. Took several walks around the block, shaking his food (which always brings him running). Nothing.

But it didn't bring any other cats either. It's freaking COLD outside (48F). So maybe all the neighborhood kitties are hidden away somewhere, keeping warm? Maybe Moshi was keeping warm in someone's garage and they shut the door? Maybe a benevolent neighbor, the one who's been feeding MeowMeow kitty, thought Moshi was a stray and took him in too?

Everything's all right. Right?

final (??) update: Tues 8:24am

3 cats inside and full of treats. All exits sealed. Going back to bed for a couple hours.

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update: Tues, 8:11am

No sooner did I save this and walk outside than Moshi came home. Three neighbors left for work around that time so I suspect the "trapped in someone's garage" guess was correct.

But now Boo is MIA. I'm pretty sure she's in John & Flora's (neighbors) backyard - it's her fav place to "hide" if she gets away from my view while outside. J&F don't have a fence/gate. I'm pretty sure they've both gone to work. But walking into their backyard without permission would be rude/wrong. I'll walk around shaking cat treats - that will DEF work on her!

update: Tues, 8am

Still no Moshi. I've been up, walking the block & calling for him since around 6:30a. (Less than 4 hr sleep is not helping my sanity!) Watered the backyard (for some reason, that usually causes him to make an appearance). Let the other kitties out front as "bait" (he likes to play with them). Got Boo to cry REALLY LOUD (cause Moshi esp likes to play with her).

Nothing.

I know, for sure, Animal Control doesn't have him cause they aren't open on Mondays.

I also realize that this is the prob with owning an outdoor cat (and why my others are indoor only). I know the propensity for bad stuff to happen out in the world is large. That doesn't mean I'm ready to face it.

I checked curbs and other places I might expect him to be if he was hit by a car. Nothing.

He's microchipped and registered to both the vet and my home so, if a vet or animal control does end up with him, I'll get called.

My current hope is that he's trapped in someone's garage or, because he doesn't wear a collar, someone has taken him in (that would really suprise me as even I frequently have a difficult time "capturing" him), will soon learn that outdoor cats scent mark EVERYTHING, and will release him any minute now.

Need more juju. And sleep.

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Mon, 12:30am: Been home for an hour. No sign of Moshi. He always comes home when I do. Sometimes, if I leave the door to the backyard open, he'll bail again - but he'll still come back within 30 min of when I call and spend the night inside. Maybe once a year, he stays out all night - but that's not till after he's come home for dinner.

So far, nuthin.

He was sleepin on my bed this morn; gone by the time I got out of the shower.

Hopin it's just a full moon / lunar eclipse (2-5am PST) / warm-ish weather thing. I thought maybe the evil "jingle kitty" had him trapped but they'd have fought by now... especially since I went out shaking treats.

He's a smart, fast, and willy cat. I don't think anyone could have captured him. No message from animal control. Praying he wasn't hit by a car or injested something poisonous.

Moshi is the one who scratched C. For a brief moment, I wondered if C drove down here and "exacted his revenge". Then I thought about how I'd exact my revenge if he did - and how I'd have the other 2 kitties taken care of when I was in prison for murder.

See... FREAKING OUT!!!

2 hrs later, 2:15am, still nothing. I thought I heard him once but couldn't find him. I just went out to look again (and check the lunar eclipse). Got a big spider on me and screamed so loud that I'm seriously stunned that no one called the police.

[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.

1. Driving home. Turn on my cell phone (it doesn't work in the office or my home anymore - all of 6 months old). Get a voicemail from a guy trying to invite himself to "visit" me. First of all, my home is a disaster (more on that in the next items). Second, I know what "visit" mean - and that ain't gonna happen. Not with him anyway. Annoyed that he doesn't leave a call back number - even though I wouldn't have called anyway. Double annoyed that he asks, for the billionth time, when I get off work - even though I've already answered that question the billion other times and the answer never changes... "9pm or later"!! Triple annoyed when I recall how each time I give that answer, he asks if I can leave early. Uh... hello... even if I could, I would not do so for you!! Stop at the drugstore & kill time to make extra-sure that I get home at an hour too late for him to "just stop by". Still pissed.
2. Manage to keep Moshi inside the house as I go in. Turn around to lock the security door and see something odd at the top of the porch "roof". I can tell it's dark grey. Oh, wait... there's another one. They don't look spider related. Besides, I've had lots of spiders on the porch but never seen anything like those. I step outside and realize... wasp/hornet/yellow jacket nests!! Just the beginning - didn't see them this morning and they definitely weren't there 2 nights ago. By size, there is probably 1 flying stinging bug (if any) in each of them. I've had about 6 new stingy bugs show up in my backyard this summer. At least now I know where 1, maybe 2, is planning to live. Back to drugstore. Buy wasp/hornet/yellow jacket killer spray. Come home. Scare Boo & Moshi enough that I can open the security door without them running out it. Spray down the nests. Pray that kills at least a couple of the bugs (supposed to keep working for a few days). Wonder where the rest of the stingy bugs are living... and if I'm going to find that out the hard/expensive way (massive nest in the attic or, worse, one of the cats (Moshi) pissing off a hive and getting repeatedly stung).
3. Realize the bathroom, again, smells like cat pee. Appreciate that Moshi is trying to follow my example in room selection. Annoyed that I don't know exactly where he's doing it so I have to spray pretty much the entire room with 409 & odor neutralizer.
4. Discover that Moshi and I have a communication problem. As I sit on the bed and he walks around mewing. I think he's asking for petting. I indicate to come up on the bed. He was actually asking where, since I won't let him outside, he should pee. We go through this twice. LOTS of yelling on my part.