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The past ten days have been…  blargh.  Cappuccino’s glucose levels have not budged and I feel like it’s all my fault.  Let me explain; since his skin is so thin it’s very easy, apparently, to pass the needle through to the other side and he won’t get the insulin he very much needs.  The vet even shaved his collar area so I would get a better idea.  He offically looks like a picasso painting.

Life has also been blargh in the house hunting front.  It seems like ANYTHING and EVERYTHING has gone wrong.  When David and I started to look we found this Realtor through Remax.  He showed us the town home we wanted to see and he asked how much we wanted to go for, so we told him.  That is where everything seemed to go downhill.  To me he seemed like a sleazy car salesman; he butters you up to make you think he care, when all he really cared was to get a sale in fast and it didn’t matter how run down the place is.

We went to go see about 5 places with him and each one gradually started to get closer and closer to being condemned.  The last place had feces and pee on the carpet.  At the time I had absolutely no sense of smell since I was sick.  The first step in there I felt like I wanted to vomit.  The Realtor had the nerve to say it might be the pipes, that could be fixed.  There were hammer marks on all the door.  His excuse was that it was a foreclosure and that we could start fresh with new doors.

David and I just about had it with all the crap that was going on with the Realtor that we’ve just about gave up.  It wasn’t until I started working at the doctors office when I met Staci Wolff.  She works as a technician at the doctors office, but works full-time as a Realtor.  She’s honestly has been my savior angel in this whole process. I’ve noticed that she’s always giving her all that she does for everyone and not just us.

We all went to go see a couple of condos with her and David finally fell in love with a place.  Usually it’s me be going ape shit over a place but he really wants this place.  The best part is: it’s do-able!  With our budget?  WOW. lol.

Now, this runs into another problem: the lender.  Since the beginning we’ve been trying to get something with Fifth Third Bank.  When I mean try I mean, we’ve made appointment only to have the rep’s not show up.  We finally made an appointment on Saturday and did the whole process.  The man told us that everything will be ready by Tuesday, but if our Realtor wanted to get the pre-approval quicker to make on offer he would do it.  So she did on Monday and left a message.  Tuesday came and went; no answer.  David called yesterday; nothing.  I called today, so did he and so did Staci; nothing.  I guess this man just fell off the face of the earth with all of our info.  Great.

As I’m sitting at the office, working on some files, Staci comes up to me and asks me what the hell is up with this man.  “I’d like to know too.”  Lol  *pause*  (Something slowly starts to boil in my stomach).

At this point I fell like crying since I’ve had a really crumby week (a doctor’s visit from hell that will be my next post) and this just added to the crumbiness.  She whips out a paper from my stash and writes down another lenders name.  She’s got a really good feeling about him and I really don’t want to doubt her good feelings.  So now I have to look for all the info I need without drawing attention from my parents…  What? huh?

Oh man..  This is going to be one hell of a ride.

Lets see where should I begin? This weekend was my cousins 21st birthday celebration. Just like with my birthday, my uncle had his friend arrange a VIP section for us at a club in the city. The only difference was David and I had to be at my cousin’s house at a certain time so that we could go with him, my his elder brother, and his best friend in a limo.

The whole day was planned: I was to go to work come back around 3, take a shower, do my hair and makeup carefully and then get our way out there to wait for the limo. Of course thing don’t ever work that way.

Work was pretty uneventful but long. I left a little before 3 and when arrived home my grandfather was drying off the dogs since he gave them a bath. I played with the puppies for a little while and then headed inside. When I went in I saw my grandmother at the top of the stairs trying to thread a needle but having a lot of trouble. We talked about how our days went and I attempted the needle threading. I asked what she was going to sew; what she told me made my heart drop to my feet. "Your grandfather accidentally cut Cappuccino and he’s going to sew him up."

I can’t really remember much of what really happened. I remember being really upset with with my grandfather since I’ve told him many times before about why he shouldn’t go near the pets with scissors (since he’s cut the dogs before but nothing too bad). I also remember crying really bad when i saw how bad it really was.

My kitty’s doctor wasn’t in the office so I had no choice but to take him the animal emergency room nearby. I had no idea there was a such thing in the area and I’m glad to know now. He was seen after an hour wait and we were told that he would be cleaned and stapled in less than half an hour. It was a relief for me and David (who met me at the emergency room) knowing that he would be alright. 15 minutes later the doctor attending to Cappuccino came in to tell us that as she was trying to put in the staples she noticed that the numbing wasn’t working for him, the cut was actually jagged, and that his skin was really thin due to a suspicion that he has something else wrong with him. Her suspicion was renal failure or feline diabetes.

For a while I’ve had my suspicion about him being sick, so I made an appointment for all of them to see the vet. Diabetes I could deal with since he can live through it, renal failure not so much. So of course I’m sitting in the room bawling my eyes out when the nurse leaves to print up all the things they need to do to help Cappuccino. They have to first warm him up because his temperature was 94 degrees (normal for cats is 101) before they can sedate him, run blood work on him to figure out why his skin is so thin, and then if they find out why they can operate on him. When it came time to sign all the papers there was one asking to do CPR if he went into cardiac arrest and the doctor told me this was essential for him because of his age and condition and I started to cry even harder. He’s my baby, I really didn’t want to know that he might die during a simple procedure because he is so sick.

I felt like it was my fault he was so sick and now I have to leave him in a strange place all on his own while I will go party it up in the city. The only reassurance I had was knowing that they would call me if anything were to happen. One of the nurses told me no news is good news. I wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up.

I did get a call at my cousins’ house. They called me to tell me that Cappuccino was indeed a diabetic. He has a lot of glucose in his blood and urine. They did get his temperature up and they would be operating on him soon. She also told me that he was a sweetheart and was lazing around under the heater they put him in. I still couldn’t have fun the whole night which made me into a really crabby person.

In the morning I called up the hospital and they told me they started his insulin and he was doing really well. As soon as we got there the doctor told us what to do and that he’s a really goofy cat. Apparently, he was the only cat there that was remotely nice to them and would sleep half-way off his bed because of his being sedated.

His stitches seem to be doing well right now. The only thing I have to do now is make sure he gets all of his medicine on time and that I’m doing his insulin the right way.

I apologize for the super long post! lol