* Hotter's GI problems have continued to worsen. I thought maybe I was viewing the world through shit-colored glasses and it wasn't that bad, but then Big Child took me aside and privately asked me if Hotter was okay, because "lately when he sleeps he looks...dead." OH SO IT'S NOT JUST ME THEN. He sees Transplant in two weeks and so far my most recent attempt to use Ensure to put weight on him has only exascerbated things further.
* Work. Oh, work. Things at The RItzier are kind of post-apocalyptic in the wake of Drunk Boss's departure, rumors of a wildly unsuitable promotion based on strategic fellatio have abounded (but thankfully seem to be unfounded as of this posting; the position remains unfilled), and I got another (second) job, the one I interviewed for AFTER the one I posted about. It's another waitressy gig at a new ethnic restaurant opening in a prime location, and I'm pretty excited about it, because it's food I really like that is by nature gluten-free in many cases, and I've never helped to open a new restaurant.
* The health insurance at The Ritzier sucks rather a fat hairy one. There's a $3,000 deductible, and the plan only knocks about $40 off the price of Pristiq. One small bright spot is that they (inexplicably) lower the cost of generic Mirapex by 80%, so I've filled that and am hoping that better-quality sleep will make things look less grim, although currently I doubt it will.
* The XY announced a few days ago that he was TAKING A WEEKEND for the first time in months, but then yesterday was like "oh, nope, PSYCH!" Hotter and the boys have all logged fewer years of being let down by that motherfucker, and are less sanguine about it than I have become of late. So while I have finally reached a point of being resigned to the XY's congenital inability to keep his own damn word, everyone I love is still processing, and that's just PEACHY.
* The fact that I am still paying out of pocket (for all intents and purposes) for Pristiq AND paying a health insurance premium means that it's still up in the air whether I'll make rent for this month, so we're economizing a lot here currently. By which I mean that I made some surplus (wheat-containing) pasta for the chickens today, since they are out of feed, and have been trying to cut greens enough for the rabbits to not need much bought feed.
* I've been working on the fall garden and am moving forward with a goal of growing more fodder and forage for the rabbits and chickens in addition to fruit, vegetables, greens, and cooking herbs. Our spaghetti and butternut squashes are looking good, and we my actually get some muskmelons this year as well. Currently we're getting beets and kohlrabi, and I've been making a lot of stirfry. Red stir-fry (from the beets) is delicious, but slightly offputting. Backyard honey and gluten-free tamari makes decent faux teriyaki sauce. I've yet to put beets in an omelet, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time as the Feed Store Six ought to be laying shortly.
* All of Pfeffer's "final four" are still with us, and I had separated them into four cages to keep them from snuggling in the heat and/or breeding unchecked, but there was more rabbit drama. One of them got a little sickly for a bit; it knocked its water down and went without overnight while it was pretty hot out, and got a bit doddery and stopped grooming itself for a couple of days. Another got out of its cage when Poppy got off her leash and knocked the cage from its base; the rabbit was missing at first and then I saw it wedged halfway behind the chicken coop and not moving, and gloved up and grabbed its hind legs and pulled, thinking it was injured or dead. Turns out it was just really, really stuck, either because Poppy wedged it in there or it wedged itself in its terror to escape her. Once I pulled it loose it recovered and tried to eviscerate me. The doddery one I thought I'd need to euthanize, because it just sat and looked confused when confronted with food and water, and was really filthy, but Hotter had an idea. "I'm putting another rabbit in there. It maybe just needs to be reminded what to do and they'll groom each other. HERE IS YOUR NEW GROOMING BUDDY!" And he placed another rabbit in with the doddery one. I'll be damned if it didn't work! So we have two cages with one rabbit each and one cage with two.
* My bad ankle has taken to buckling under my weight and forming a perfect right angle several times per day seemingly at random, and I'm rather dismayed. If I had to guess I'd say it's the kind of thing that would be treated with orthotics, therapy, and/or surgery, none of which are financially feasible or likely to be practical with my work schedule and connective tissue disease, so I guess what I'm saying is that I think I'll be hating this ankle for the rest of my life as I hate my lower back.
* Yep, still depressed; a friend on the facespace asked me how I was doing lately, and I was like "oh, you know. Worried about everything and drinking a lot." I could maybe use a grooming buddy over here my own damn self.
* How are all of YOU?