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(warning: much complaining ahead)
The past few few weeks have really bitten the big one. First, my beloved Siamese cat Tessa died (a peaceful death, at least, at home in her sleep on my lap); then I had a three-root root canal; then I developed yet another kidney infection (which meant I had to cancel the crown appointment for the tooth with the root canal). This infection is resistant to everything but IV antibiotics, so rather than spend 10 days eating hospital food, I had peripherally inserted central catheter (PICC) line put in - well, they tried to put it in, but the veins on my left arm are so small, fragile and apparently go nowhere I had to go come back the next to to Interventional Radiography to have them take a stab at it and even under guidance they had a hell of a time getting it in, so my left arm looks like I've been beaten or I'm the world's most incompetent junky and my right arm, which is already fucked up, now has a line stitched into it and hurts even worse. (But it is kind of fun grossing people out by showing them where the line crosses my chest.)
Tomorrow I have an appointment to get my teeth cleaned and survey just how many Ferraris the dentist can afford the work that needs to be done in there - I forgot to mention that another tooth broke in between getting my arm punctured!
So is it me and my May curse (the last few Mays have seen the death of my only and beloved Aunt; the death of another beloved cat; and extremely painful kidney surgery) or is the moon in "suck" for everyone?
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