Feeling better...

I am definitely feeling better from last night. I can only say that it must have been total fatigue from walking so much and being up so early with very little sleep the night before. The heaviness and overall feeling of being pulled down and forward is no longer there, and I don't have the muscle spasms that I was having.

So - new lesson learned: Don't wake up early and then go "hiking" for a mile... BAD for me.

Jazzy, also, is feeling better. She got *lots* and *lots* of lap loves today, first from me, then from Fred, and then from our friend, the Hippie Hamster of Doom, who is visiting for a few days. Though she's still suffering from an upper respiratory infection, she is doing much better than before. She's not sneezing overly much, and her eyes are wide and bright with curiosity and interest, rather than with trepidation.


This is her snuggling up to the Hippie Hamster of Doom. At this point, she comfy enough to be off the lap completely, and is starting to simply be one with the couch.


Apparently, afterwards, she decided that she wanted to explore a bit, and found the pillow and blanket stash behind the couch. She happily ensconsed herself there, being comfortable enough to have everyone still see her, but feel protected with all the walls around her.

According to Fred, she's still so happy that she purrs when you talk to her, which is adorable. She's not eating much (if at all), and we both think it's due to the Clavamox, which is probably causing a bit of tummy discomfort - not to mention that her head-cold is probably stuffing up her nose enough to not be abe to smell the food at all, which would make it difficult to taste anything. Poor baby.

We have an appointment with the vet tomorrow to have Jazzy checked over. If she hasn't eaten anything or used the box by then, I'll bring it up to them and see what they say. I don't want her be overly stressed by being sick and not eating or drinking anything. It's not good for her at all, and I want to make sure that she's ok.

The only unfortunate part about tomorrow's vet visit is that we will have to brave 3 busses there, and 3 busses back, the poor baby. She's just gotten to a point of being comfy, and now I have to box her back up and head out again. *chuckle* Hopefully she will forgive me, though.

~M