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It’s curtains for cat pee

So, firstly, I hate this fucking “Block Editor” from WordPress that is now mandatory to use. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it! I’m not the only one from the looks of things, and I might have to investigate a plugin to get around it, it just all around sucks balls.

My main news is about a Kallax unit. I can’t remember if I ever really talked about the little one we had in the hallway. There’s not a lot of room in this narrow house so the only place we could put it was at the top of the stairs. It was home to the boxes for first aid stuff, pet stuff, general misc and drawers with different misc/junk drawer/ utility drawer things. And the change-sorter on top of it in an incredibly painstaking attempt to add more to our savings account.

Anyway, a certain Mr Bertie loved to spray all over the Kallax because he was apparently encouraged to spray by another cat when he was younger. Aside from causing a very nostril-assaulting smell, the unit started peeling apart because it’s really not meant to get wet (our nice 5×5 unit was lost at the last house when the garage flooded because the letting agents had never unblocked the drains).

We discovered the joy of Mad Lemon but this couldn’t save the Kallax and we had to get rid of it.

We finally got a new one, which I’m hoping he won’t spray on because it doesn’t already have the scent, but just in case I sewed a curtain out of some lovely cat fabric! I just put it on a £1 Ikea curtain rod held up by white hooks. If he does pee on it, I can just put it in the wash, and the boxes (and somehow, the stuff inside them?!) won’t get COVERED in cat pee. I sincerely love Bertie but I have been put off having male cats.

Below are a series of photos that I can’t seem to add captions too without totally screwing up the formatting of this STUPID BLOCK EDITOR.

In summary they are:

The curtain and Bertie jumping all over the unit as soon as I finished sewing.
My road trip frappe.
All the sewing I still have to sort out ?.
A chocolate bar I bought not only because it was white chocolate but because it’s name looks like “belonging.”
A fucking T. gigantea I was way too close to while cleaning the chest. Get your vacuum hose in your house’s crevices people, don’t give them undisturbed places to nest, they will fight you.
Lots of pet spam.
Tight curls appearing but as usual only on the underneath layer of my hair.
A weird thing Pinterest has started doing with things saved from Reddit; I saved some wallpaper from a Chicken thread but now the title has changed to a totally different one from an AITA thread?
A mad pelican storage basket. I kind of love it.
Some moments from TR2. I have to fight a dragon at 3pm ?.

Other than that I don’t want to go into too much detail, but recently I’ve been feeling like a mental health condition may have been misdiagnosed all along.

It sounds daft but I was watching Rookie Blue one night and they mentioned something, which even I’ve got a bit of stigma about, and I looked it up for more info. Kind of thought, huh, that kind of sounds like what I’ve got going on, but then put it to the back of my mind because looking up health conditions on the internet is a recipe for disaster.

Then a few night later we were watching Law & Order, and they said something about it. And then I said to myself “ah, shit.”

I’m kind of terrified that this may have been my problem all along and nobody realised. It would mean that Fluoxetine was almost entirely ineffective without one or two other drugs. Which might explain why I still struggle so much when fully medicated.

I’m worried about how much better my life could have been going if someone realised it was my problem and gave me the right treatment all this time. I’m not going to diagnose myself like a dickhead but I definitely need to talk to a doctor.

They might decide not to do anything and I’ll have to trust that, but I’m worried in the mean time.

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