So, I've finally managed to get Darragh her low-cost spay appt. after having her for over a year now.
Her estrus cycles are driving me up the wall. I wish I'd known just how awful a cat in heat could be to live with. I'd have never have taken her in. Or I probably would've because I'm the eternal optimist. She woke me up peeing right under the bed, right beneath my head. I got up to clean it up after only 4 hours of sleep. I was so angry, I couldn't get back to sleep. Have stuff to do, don't know how I'm going to get anything done. I feel so awful. My BFF has barely replied to any of my emails in a few weeks. (She has a new baby)
I'm so isolated & alone.
I hate my new city. I should never have left NYC. I hate NJ. It's been nothing but obstacles and resistance the whole way. And Darragh's behavior is so draining. I'm so tired and have an appt. with a new doctor after months of not going to my last doc. But I don't think I can go, it's tomorrow morning at 11 am. And b/c of my sleep disorder, I'd have to stay up all night, and what with not getting enough sleep today, probably not being able to nap, as I already took a stimulant, I'm pretty screwed.
I'm so isolated & alone.