I should've updated yesterday but I couldn't because I got a visit from Captain Tripps.
The good news is that it looks like I may survive. The strange news is that I had a fuzzy nurse watching over me all day. I've seen it before, but it always shocks me to see that inside that 9 lbs of feral princess beats a maternal heart. Normally, she's the scratch-and-hiss type, not the warm fuzzy type. Illness does strange things to people. And pets, too, apparently.
And Happy New Year. Color me superstitious, but the manner in which I greet it, combined with the ominous number, makes me very worried.
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