bad dream

[dragonlady7]

I dreamed this morning that I had breast cancer and no health insurance.
It was a really sicky-scary dream. You know what I mean. Not scary like heart-thumping terror and trying to run away, just scary in that way that feels awful in the middle of your stomach.
I almost feel like I need to do some sort of ritual to chase that kind of dream away.

Brr.

I have done something to one of my shoulders, and it hurts. I'm in bed with the heating pad... Again.
I really, really think I'm eating too much and not getting enough exercise. I think more exercise would make me not so prone to muscle and tendon issues, kinks and cracks and pain. Exercise either stuffs me full of endorphins, or gets my blood moving enough to circulate away damage, or something-- I don't know what it is, I just know I get less icky with it. And skating twice or three times a week isn't going to be enough-- I need to do something off-skates. I did last season, but the class won't be offered again.
So I went ahead today and bought a bike trainer. It was the cheapest one on Amazon. I don't know that I like Amazon that much, really, but it was the easiest way to buy something like this.

I still harbor fantasies, of course, of doing this with it. OK, not a blender (I just liked the photo of Bill Nye if you scroll down), but using the power I generate, anyway. That would be such a great motivation for me to actually use the thing daily. If it was hooked up to a battery I used to recharge electronics, or powered the fish filter with. Something like that, I'd feel compelled to use a lot, and it would definitely make me feel better. When I went in with my knee problems, the physical therapist asked if I had an exercise bike, because apparently they're very good for the kind of cross-training I need, to undo the damage of repetitive motions like skating.

Interruption from Z: "Having two cats in the house is like having two mental patients wandering around screwing things up. ... It's like having two Roombas in the house, except that instead of vacuuming, they go around destroying things."
Doubling the number of cats has not doubled the quantity of household shenanigans, it has squared it.

Anyhow. At least I have taken cute photos of them. When I find my camera cable, which is perpetually missing, I will post said photos.

Comments

[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

Heh. Oddly enough, going from 2 cats to four seems not to have the same quadrupling effect. Except that whenever anyone is carrying any heavy object anywhere, there is a cat underfoot. everywhere

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Remi is just so fucking busy all the time. She just spent fifteen minutes-- literally fifteen-- digging frantically in the litterbox (shuff shuff shuff scritch scritch scritch scritch), then came into the kitchen and spent a couple of minutes "burying" the food dishes there (clink clink clink clink), and then promptly jumped up onto the stove (the only place in the house she's not allowed go to) and tried to lick a clean frying pan.
She is incessant.

I am going to have a very fuzzy pair of gray slippers soon. Or perhaps mittens. We'll see how much pelt I get when I finally make her stop.
(I have a running series of text message jokes to Fi about how comfortable my cat-fur slippers are.)

[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

She sounds very anxious.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

She comes from Circumstances. There were three cats in that little apartment, and they were alone for long periods of time. Sometimes they'd run out of food. Sometimes there would be no water. When she had to leave them, Fi would put out dozens of bowls of food and dozens of bowls of water, every bowl she owned sometimes, and Remi would bury them, leaving the water so contaminated as to be nearly undrinkable-- until they got desperate and drank it anyway.
Whenever the supply of food in the food dishes got low, Remi would freak out and bury everything. Which is why she's the only cat I know that takes the normal cat behavior-- a few ceremonial swipes at the floor near the food bowl-- and extends it to actually going and finding objects and shoving them across an entire room to literally cover the bowls with them.

I actually think Remi is less anxious as she settles in here. She and Fi are both neurotic, though.
I'm working on making it plain to her that she will not be abandoned and will not go hungry here. It'll take a while to undo three years' life experience, though.