January 24, 2003
Evil Kitty strikes again
I got bitten by a twenty-five pound cat yesterday. He sunk his teeth in deep and refused to let go for quite a while. And the worst part it, it’s my cat. Not some stray, not someone else’s little monster, but mine. And really, I should have know better than to grab him while he was trying to attack another cat. While he was mad and crazy and full or indignant kitty rage. But I always pick him up when he’s pissed off. And although he bites/scratches me a lot, it’s never been like this before.
He left my arm throbbing and bleeding and now, more than twenty-four hours later it’s still red and swollen and full of pain. Even typing hurts like hell. It’s really rather pathetic.
And since I don’t have health insurance, I’m going to have to spend my tattoo money on a doctor’s visit and antibiotics, because according to the pharmacist I saw this morning, popping pain-killers like there’s no tomorrow and hoping it will go away isn’t the best thing in the world to do (but the look on his face when I told him I took six Tylenol PM capsules last night was oh so priceless).
So I’m missing work again today. In order to sit and wait for hours just so some guy can touch my sore arm, pat me on the shoulder and sign a piece of paper granting me the right to buy some drugs. Drugs that will no doubt come with instructions that prohibit the intake of alcohol.
And I’m supposed to go out dancing tonight. With Betty, Card, and a cute boy I met at Davis Monthan (Air Force Base) the other day. Although, without alcohol to numb the pain in my arm, I don’t know how I’ll be able pull it off..
Because whether it’s stompy and industrial, cutesy and synth-pop, or slow and gothy, it’s bound to look stupid if one of your arms is immobile.. or if you keep trying to move it and as a result end up mumbling, “oww, fuck. oww, fuck. oww, fuck” over and over again.
Anyone want to come and take pictures? I’m sure it will be quite an amusing sight..
10:17 a.m.