So how was YOUR weekend?

Me, I spent mine in the hospital. Nothing horrible, nothing major, but it's kind of a long story.  

My big black cat, Gyro, likes to beat the crap out of my smaller cat, Lily. I was working in my craft room when I heard them going at it in the bedroom (no not that kind of "going at it." Sickos.). I went in there to break them up right as Lily tore up into the shelving of the closet to get away, but Gyro must have grabbed her or she slipped or something, because suddenly she was hanging upside down from the wire shelf at the top, with one back leg caught in the wire. I grabbed Gyro & threw him out of the closet, and tried to grab Lily and hold her up with my left hand while untangling her foot with my right. She was (rightfully) REALLY freaked out though, and turned and latched onto my left hand and bit me twice before I was able to get her down. By this time I was (rightfully) freaking out too - blood was pouring out of one of the bites. B heard me screaming at this point, got me to the bathroom & we cleaned out the wound and got the bleeding stopped, just in time for me to almost puke/pass out on the bathroom floor.  

The last time we went to the ER, we went to UTMC, right around the corner from our house, but the wait was ridiculously long. Our landlord had recommended a couple of other places (part of the Mercy system), but we must have looked up the wrong location or something because when we got there, they told us we were at the wrong place. We finally made it to St. V's downtown, but their ER waiting area was overflowing onto the sidewalk outside. The security guard said they'd just had two major traumas come in too, and that the wait would be REALLY long. We were pretty frustrated at this point, so we just said "screw this" and went all the way back to UTMC so we would at least be closer to home. Amazingly, we sat in the waiting room for all of 10 minutes, then only waited maybe 15 for a doctor to see me. The doc ordered xray's and a consult from an orthopedist, and they decided to admit me to make sure that the bite on my knuckle didn't cause an infection in my joint (which would be VERY bad & result in surgery). I sat there waiting for a room to open up in the main hospital for longer than my entire visit put together, and in the meantime B went home to get my stuff (mainly, sweatpants... I was in shorts and a tank top and was freezing my butt off!).  

I spent the night Friday, getting dosed with antibiotics and vicodin - my hand swelled up at least twice the normal size and hurt like hell! Saturday, the orthopedic docs couldn't decide whether to discharge me, or cut my hand open to drain it. By the afternoon, the swelling had gone way down, the redness was gone, and a doc from Infectious Diseases came by & said I should go home with a couple different antibiotics to take. It took a few hours for that to be communicated properly to everyone else though, so I was finally released around 6 or so. Got my pills, one of which makes me horribly nauseous and the other tastes like battery acid, and now have very little swelling but still a bit painful, and can't bend my fingers all the way. I'll probably still go in to work tomorrow though... I'll just have to be careful when I take my pills so I'm not zoned out or camped in the accounting department bathroom all day.

B has been the BEST and only got mad when we were trying to find St. V's - the streets in Toledo are a pain in the ass! So that's the whole story. Aren't you glad you asked? :-)

Here's the notorious (and messy) closet - Lily likes to hide on the top shelf, but Gyro can't get his fat ass up that high. She was dangling from the spot where my hat is hanging in this pic.