Got to the VA medical center at 7 a.m. because my bladder was really hurting (you know what bladder infections feel like? needles up your urethra). The person on duty said that what I have is not an emergency and to come back for triage at 9:30, two and a half hours later. Nice. Thanks. So I drove to Walmart, got some kitty litter, used the bathroom there a couple of times and now I'm home. I'm not driving all the way back to the medical center as I'm nearly out of gas and can't be bothered anyway. I bought several containers of cranberry juice so we'll see what happens. My bladder feels better than it did.
I also bought a feeder for the cats for when I visit my folks, probably this week. And an extra litter pan too. I don't like feeders, they let the food go stale. But I couldn't think of an alternative. Not having friends has its disadvantages.
Saw the current GQ magazine at Walmart with Hayden Christensen on the cover. Cutie-pie. Mike actually looks a lot like him. Full lips I could suck on forever. Slurp.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 9:12 AM
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