Oh the places I go
That title makes no sense, but this is basically a rant anyway, so I couldn’t think of a good title.
Bruiser is trying to make my totally crazy, this time by eating half a pack of Orbit sugar free bubblemint gum. Which contains xylitol. Which is toxic to dogs. I only figured it out the next morning, she had to have done it when I was in the shower the night before. I am very lucky because onset of symptoms is anywhere from 30 minutes to 12 hours - she seems to be the 12-hour type, luckily. I took her to the vet first thing Wednesday morning, and they kept her there all day, feeding her a high sugar food every hour to keep her blood sugar up. It was 61 when I brought her in, and from what they told me, under 60 and she could have started having seizures. Normal is 80-120. They also gave her charcoal, not in a stomach-pumping way, but so it would go down into her intestines and bind with the gum and prevent it absorbing. When I talked to the vet in the afternoon her blood sugar was up to 83 which was good, but by the time I picked her up it was back down to 68. I brought her home and fed her hourly throughout the night, then stayed home yesterday with her. I went in to work this morning for a while, but since I was up from 2-4 a.m. with her (I had to watch for signs of weakness, lethargy, confusion and dis-coordination) I came home at noon. I have to take her in on Saturday for a liver enzyme test, so they can see if there was any permanent damage to her liver. I can’t even absorb the possibility that anything might happen to her, so I am just not thinking about it.
In neighbor-news, the trashy-ass freaks next door haven’t improved their habits any. Since the ice storm I had a lot of limbs in my backyard. Since I like to keep my yard clean (imagine that!) I drug them all down my parking pad connecting to the alley and called forestry to come and get them. Of course, forestry says they won’t pick them up from there (a place that’s totally accessible and in the meantime not blocking anything) they have to be on the curb. Of course, if I put them on the curb they will totally block the sidewalk and everything, they’re ginormous. So this weekend I will probably just drag them down the alley to the yard waste dumpster. Bureaucracy is so ridiculous in this city. Anyway, useless asshat next door thinks that my parking space (and all the other ones back there) are his, all the better to park his broke-down vehicles in. So it’s apparently pissed him off that I have those branches there, and he’s been throwing them back over my fence all week, little by little. I ask you, how retarded can he be? I am also finding lots of trash in my yard, and then suddenly I have an old tire right by the steps on my deck. Right. Like that’s mine that I hadn’t noticed before. Whatever.
Good news! I just went and got the mail, and there was a letter for the owners of the building next door. See, the situation is shady and complicated. There was a couple who owned this building, consisting of two connected townhouse-style homes. The had separate mortgages on each. This half (my half) was repossessed by the bank, and some other people bought it from the bank, rehabbed it, and sold it to me. The couple kept that half, but they don’t live there, they rent it out to the asshat people and their 4 kids. They do that “under the table” for lack of a better phrase, since to properly rent out a house you have to get it inspected and get an occupancy permit. They never did that because, from what I hear from other neighbors, the house would never pass the inspection. Also, they never changed their official address on file with the city from MY address. So today I got a letter from the city informing them of violations in the property next door. Of course, I don’t have any way to tell them, I don’t know where they live. So I called the building inspector people and told them that. They told me that since they couldn’t find the owners to notify them to rectify these problems, then the property will probably be condemned and the tenants evicted. Dang, I will miss them.
Anyway, it’s their own damn fault for being shady, dodgy, under the table asshats, and for having run down property. And I refuse to feel sorry that these assholes are getting evicted (I hope so anyway). I wonder how long the process takes? The letter says they need to comply by mid-January, at which time he will reinspect and I assume they will be cited again. Maybe another month before a lien is placed on the property? Perhaps they will be out within 3 months. That would be awesome.
I bought a great “white noise” track from iTunes called “3D Rain for Sleep”. It really does work to block out quite a bit of the noise from voices. It can’t block vibrations, doors slamming, stomping up and down stairs, etc, but the voices are much less noticeable. It’s either that or run my dishwasher all day long.
Oh, that and apparently I am a fat-assed BITCH ignorant ho, and I need to take a chill pill. That’s what the voice screaming at me through the wall says, anyway…
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If you make that into a t-shirt, I will buy it. In fact, make it a hoodie. :lol:
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