I get down here, first night crash early, second night wild restlessness, fever dreams / sweats, it's like I've eaten something wrong running to the loo several times, third night all gone, good sleep and everything is back to normal.
Weird. Only happens when there's no one here, no stress, same diet. It's like a weight is lifted, body spazzes out for a day or two then it just stops. Every time.
Missed bros b'day dinner on fri. Very much a tradition, ol' boy always books a restaurant and it's frowned upon if you miss one. This was basically "fuck it I need the purge" don't care who sulks.
Called the p's last night expecting the sulk. Nothing. Was speaking to ol' girl and she was not impressed with bro (arrogant, speaking over). She's a bit more honest about some things in her mental state. Think ol' boy sees that now too. Have been accused many times of driving a wedge in the family by avoiding bro/sil. Not any more though. Finally put to rest (which is a relief, was second guessing myself way too long w/ that).
Sort of a 4 in 1 win. Purge, no shitty dinner, no sulk, now no perceived wedge driving. All I had to do was nothing for 3 days. Amazing.
SIL's family are here on tues. (15 of them) to see her baby for the first time so that is a dinner I'm happy to go to (they're good fun and it'll be nice to see them meet the new addition).
If it were me and was that worried I'd worry about yourself melba and ignore the cat if you can.. if you feel your health is at risk it's you first.
I know you've just lost your special cat, but if this new one is affecting your mental state, then preserving that mental state is the most important thing.
Perhaps there'll be another kitty soon in the future.
My gramps (WW2) never said many words about his time over there.
The only real story he'd happily tell was in tobruk, they captured a bunch of italian doctors and locked them up. Doctors were separated and kept in the doctors quarters away from general.
Every night they let the italian docs out (although they were let out almost whenever they wanted), they'd sit around, drink, smoke and share medical techniques.
They all wrote to each other for years after the war.
He also strictly prohibited anyone in the family going to the parades which was interesting. Didn't give a reason, just went silent when asked.
No one (and I mean no one) escapes the poo of bird. They were here first. Accept the poo.