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calliopes_pen) wrote2009-10-02 10:12 am
calliopes_pen) wrote2009-10-02 10:12 am
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Sick Cat, and Horrible Haunted House
The cat wasn’t eating or drinking yesterday and was acting strange—the day before yesterday, she was alert, and ran across the street, and stalked birds. So today, we took her to the vet to see what the problem was—we assumed diabetes, and that she would need shots. Apparently, though, it’s a slight bacterial infection, and not her diabetes acting up.
The diabetes, in fact, is doing better than it was. Because she hadn’t had anything to drink, she was a little dehydrated. So the vet injected 100 CC's of saline under the skin of her neck, to help with that, and gave her something with antibiotics.
She’s also doing so well with her heart, that for now we don’t need to give her the water pill. There wasn’t a trace of water in her lungs this time, and there wasn’t even a trace of it the last time. Her heart rate was a bit fast, but that’s because she was scared.
Currently, she’s traumatized and cringing from everyone—but she drank a tiny bit of water, and will probably rest once she calms down.
And for anyone that wonders how Toxic Halloween--that haunted house--went? Well, let’s just say it was a disaster. And I am glad that Dad went with me, and happened to take a light. The sort of thing that you can hold in the palm of your hand--used for disasters, with a battery that can keep it going for 3 days. And here, since the whole thing is long, I will cut for the sake of my friends list. I already toldseandc all about it.
Yes, Dad and I really did get hopelessly lost in the haunted house. It started out rather well, as a guy dressed as a burn victim screamed to one and all that people would be traumatized. One little girl said she was only nervous and not scared. His response?
“Well, I know something that will scare any child. Just one word…HOMEWORK!” He cackled, the girl’s little brother actually ran away screaming (while the little girl jumped because he screamed it so loud) down the street, and the guy went back inside for a moment.
Then, it was time to let us in. They stand you in front of a fuzzy television and tell you to look closely. Just a dead body in a rocking chair. Not scary at all. Then, you go through another door (after a mysterious lady warns that the nuclear site is in meltdown, and she must run—so we’re on our own). Doors close behind you, and…really? Pitch black, not even a single light in the darkness. We thought they would probably do a strobe or two at some point to help you find your way.
No guides to tell you which way to go. Not even a strobe--I can’t stand strobe lights, but even that would have been welcome.
So Dad and I felt our way around, and thought we were doing well. Thankfully, we held hands so he wouldn’t get lost. Kept wandering around, and running straight into walls at least five times. Managed to see what looked like bubbles on the floor, and assumed that we were supposed to go the opposite direction. I got a face full of fake fog at one point, too. Because the fog machine is apparently eye level.
Turned the wrong way, and we ended up behind the scenes. Dad had to bend over and crouch to avoid ramming himself head first into a low wooden beam—this is why it’s good that he brought a little light. Still hopelessly lost. I felt around...and at one point, I think we wandered into where the monsters were waiting to jump out at people.
I felt around some more. “I think I found a light switch! A small one...oh, sorry!” Yes, I felt him up. He said it was okay. Still completely black, so I couldn’t see him. Held out one hand to hopefully grab the wall—I think I slapped him and rammed into his chest. Someone else tried to lead us back the right way, which consisted of stumbling through (with Dad’s tiny light our only way of not falling and breaking our necks) old boxes and cardboard pieces of junk.
Slipped over pieces of paper. Ducked the low wooden beams again…found out we were meant to go through the soap bubbles, which were waist deep. And me with my leather purse...which I assumed would be ruined, but we went through anyway. Thankfully, I wore pants rather than shorts. Dad turned out his light, thinking it wasn’t needed not—he was wrong. Still pitch dark, and he turned it back on after I stumbled into another monster, who tried to steer me the right way. I don’t think he could see anything either, though. We hit what felt like spider webs, so we were on the right track.
But then we saw arrows thanks to Dad’s light. These led to an old bathroom in the back of the store. Went back the way we came, found a door. It was just an area where the monsters were standing to wait for people, though. Got steered the right way and through a fog machine, and a fake beating heart on the way.
We finally came to nearing the way out—another soap machine, this one shooting them violently at eye level. Guaranteed to leave you with soap in your eyes, and covered in the stuff. I didn’t want to do that.
So I used Dad as a human shield, and we ducked out of the way of the fake dead body hanging from the ceiling. Receptionist at a desk (the one lone bit of lighted area, too) is one of the next bits--evil monster slashes her throat. We continue on.
Found a metal gate thing, and the people dressed as monsters slowly opened it for us with a chain. After that, we were out.
And Dad warned the little kids standing in line that it was terrible. He cursed a little, but spelled the words. Leading to this moment from a little girl. “Mommy, what does that mean? S-H-I--” Didn’t hear the rest, as I dragged Dad away to the t-shirt area before we could get in trouble.
I understand this is supposed to take under 10 minutes to get through. We were stuck in there for 45 minutes, and probably missed a lot of the things we should have seen. No air conditioning, so it was sweltering in addition to the darkness and everything else I’ve said. I think the people that went in before us still hadn’t come out, so they might still be in there.
I went through a bad haunted house and got a t-shirt that might be too large. And a thing for 10% off at El Chico’s—Mexican food is too spicy for me, though.
Lesson learned? Don’t pay $18 (per person) for a haunted house. And don’t go toward the exit sign or arrows leading to the bathroom, thinking they lead to the way out.
But if you shout that you are lost, and pound on one wall from behind the scenes, then the monster you felt up will arrive to rescue you. At least I think it was him.
Right after we got home, a thunderstorm started. So it's good we managed to get out when we did.
The diabetes, in fact, is doing better than it was. Because she hadn’t had anything to drink, she was a little dehydrated. So the vet injected 100 CC's of saline under the skin of her neck, to help with that, and gave her something with antibiotics.
She’s also doing so well with her heart, that for now we don’t need to give her the water pill. There wasn’t a trace of water in her lungs this time, and there wasn’t even a trace of it the last time. Her heart rate was a bit fast, but that’s because she was scared.
Currently, she’s traumatized and cringing from everyone—but she drank a tiny bit of water, and will probably rest once she calms down.
And for anyone that wonders how Toxic Halloween--that haunted house--went? Well, let’s just say it was a disaster. And I am glad that Dad went with me, and happened to take a light. The sort of thing that you can hold in the palm of your hand--used for disasters, with a battery that can keep it going for 3 days. And here, since the whole thing is long, I will cut for the sake of my friends list. I already told
seandc all about it.Yes, Dad and I really did get hopelessly lost in the haunted house. It started out rather well, as a guy dressed as a burn victim screamed to one and all that people would be traumatized. One little girl said she was only nervous and not scared. His response?
“Well, I know something that will scare any child. Just one word…HOMEWORK!” He cackled, the girl’s little brother actually ran away screaming (while the little girl jumped because he screamed it so loud) down the street, and the guy went back inside for a moment.
Then, it was time to let us in. They stand you in front of a fuzzy television and tell you to look closely. Just a dead body in a rocking chair. Not scary at all. Then, you go through another door (after a mysterious lady warns that the nuclear site is in meltdown, and she must run—so we’re on our own). Doors close behind you, and…really? Pitch black, not even a single light in the darkness. We thought they would probably do a strobe or two at some point to help you find your way.
No guides to tell you which way to go. Not even a strobe--I can’t stand strobe lights, but even that would have been welcome.
So Dad and I felt our way around, and thought we were doing well. Thankfully, we held hands so he wouldn’t get lost. Kept wandering around, and running straight into walls at least five times. Managed to see what looked like bubbles on the floor, and assumed that we were supposed to go the opposite direction. I got a face full of fake fog at one point, too. Because the fog machine is apparently eye level.
Turned the wrong way, and we ended up behind the scenes. Dad had to bend over and crouch to avoid ramming himself head first into a low wooden beam—this is why it’s good that he brought a little light. Still hopelessly lost. I felt around...and at one point, I think we wandered into where the monsters were waiting to jump out at people.
I felt around some more. “I think I found a light switch! A small one...oh, sorry!” Yes, I felt him up. He said it was okay. Still completely black, so I couldn’t see him. Held out one hand to hopefully grab the wall—I think I slapped him and rammed into his chest. Someone else tried to lead us back the right way, which consisted of stumbling through (with Dad’s tiny light our only way of not falling and breaking our necks) old boxes and cardboard pieces of junk.
Slipped over pieces of paper. Ducked the low wooden beams again…found out we were meant to go through the soap bubbles, which were waist deep. And me with my leather purse...which I assumed would be ruined, but we went through anyway. Thankfully, I wore pants rather than shorts. Dad turned out his light, thinking it wasn’t needed not—he was wrong. Still pitch dark, and he turned it back on after I stumbled into another monster, who tried to steer me the right way. I don’t think he could see anything either, though. We hit what felt like spider webs, so we were on the right track.
But then we saw arrows thanks to Dad’s light. These led to an old bathroom in the back of the store. Went back the way we came, found a door. It was just an area where the monsters were standing to wait for people, though. Got steered the right way and through a fog machine, and a fake beating heart on the way.
We finally came to nearing the way out—another soap machine, this one shooting them violently at eye level. Guaranteed to leave you with soap in your eyes, and covered in the stuff. I didn’t want to do that.
So I used Dad as a human shield, and we ducked out of the way of the fake dead body hanging from the ceiling. Receptionist at a desk (the one lone bit of lighted area, too) is one of the next bits--evil monster slashes her throat. We continue on.
Found a metal gate thing, and the people dressed as monsters slowly opened it for us with a chain. After that, we were out.
And Dad warned the little kids standing in line that it was terrible. He cursed a little, but spelled the words. Leading to this moment from a little girl. “Mommy, what does that mean? S-H-I--” Didn’t hear the rest, as I dragged Dad away to the t-shirt area before we could get in trouble.
I understand this is supposed to take under 10 minutes to get through. We were stuck in there for 45 minutes, and probably missed a lot of the things we should have seen. No air conditioning, so it was sweltering in addition to the darkness and everything else I’ve said. I think the people that went in before us still hadn’t come out, so they might still be in there.
I went through a bad haunted house and got a t-shirt that might be too large. And a thing for 10% off at El Chico’s—Mexican food is too spicy for me, though.
Lesson learned? Don’t pay $18 (per person) for a haunted house. And don’t go toward the exit sign or arrows leading to the bathroom, thinking they lead to the way out.
But if you shout that you are lost, and pound on one wall from behind the scenes, then the monster you felt up will arrive to rescue you. At least I think it was him.
Right after we got home, a thunderstorm started. So it's good we managed to get out when we did.
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Someone should write an SPN fic in which the people who thought this up meet up with some real nasties....
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That right there is hilarious. "A small one." *shakes head* The poor guy.
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Dad's just grateful he wasn't the one doing the feeling around on that side at this point. He was feeling the left side, I was reaching around on the right side.
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Re: your cat (and take this with ten pounds of salt because my experience of taking care of a being with CHF is all from taking care of my elderly mother --- and a little bit re: my S.O. even though Kaiser swears he doesn't have it, except that he has all the signs but that's Kaiser for you): If she doesn't need the Lasix now, she still may slowly (so slowly you can't see it happening) get to a point where she all of a sudden needed it yesterday. A little dandelion leaves mixed in her food (if she'll eat it) on a regular basis may help keep that from happening and let you and her deal primarily with the diabetes. There are other herbs/plant components that have diuretic properties, too. The big ones, besides dandelion, are uva ursi, cornsilk, celery (especially the seeds). It can help keep the liquid elimination track flowing properly, which both CHF and diabetes affect.
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