Cydniey Buffers (cydniey) wrote,
Cydniey Buffers

The dog wouldn't come in

I'm failing Boomer as a mummy. She hides under things and runs when she's not under things. She hates both Doc and I. She only comes out to sit in the window and eat and go potty. She never comes to me and no longer responds to her name. It's like she's going feral inside the house. Freddie relentlessly torments her, and I don't know how to stop it. I've tried the water bottle spray technique, but I always end up hitting or scaring Boomer as well as Freddie. So, that's not working. Freddie isn't getting any less attention since Boomer's arrival, I don't know what her issue is. And Boomer is almost twice her size, but she won't stand up for herself. Teeny was doing the same thing to Boomer, but Doc and I were able to work with them until they were comfortable with each other. They share a rescue background.

So, I don't know what to do. I want a better life for Boomer. I would even consider collaring her up and letting her out, if I thought that would make her happy. But she shows no interest in it. I'll give her some catnip tonight. Doc got a vial of the organic stuff. I swear they're selling it like drugs.

Okay. I am married to Congress. And my medical situation is Climate Change. If I hear that referring to my rib as "broken off" is melodramatic again, or that "xrays don't give us a clear picture of what's going on with bones," I am going to snap. He won't even look at the xray, he closed the program I had it displayed in. I'm flummoxed. I don't know what to do with his straight up denial. He is instrumental in my getting care. Bus fare - him. Insurance card - him. Co-pay - him. They took my debit card away because not legally a person (to the bank) or something. So I guess I'm just going to sit real still and wait for him to have an a-ha moment.

And hope it comes before I puncture my rib. I knocked another sleep position out today because it made the rib poke into, I think it was my lung. I think that's all that is there. But it was in the front, scary, and creepy feeling. Like when your knee pops and it doesn't really hurt, but it feels creepy, that's the kind of creepy I mean.

Okay, time to go try to play with Boomer. I can't fail this cat. I just love her so much. She musn't think she was an afterthought. She came to us between the loss of our Evie and our LeLu. She was meant to be with us.

Oh, I got Doc to look at the photo book I made for his dad and he doesn't like it because I included a picture of paint cans (the pictures were taken by the cats). So, I don't know if I'm going to be allowed to send it. And I can only send it if he finds a really cool gift for his mom for Mother's Day. I made her a custom card last year, and it didn't impress her. Doc doesn't want me to paint a card, so . . . I dunno what to do, I just keep leaving pages with lists of ideas and links to creative gifts open for him to peruse. I don't know if he does.

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