Slacker

I know, I'm a terrible slacker. It's been AGES since I've written in this thing. However, this weekend I had absolutely nothing planned, so I'm back! :)
A number of things have happened since my last post. I spent a day in Salem with some friends, walking around on the cobblestone and taking in the ghoulish, eerie ambiance. Well, actually, we got there in the middle of the afternoon so there were a ton of people and it wasn't really any different from any other tourist town. But at night we took a walking tour, with a terrific tour guide who brought the eerie parts of Salem to life, so that was great.
Unfortunately, walking for six hours on cobblestone did not set well with my knees, which are horribly out of shape (which goes along with the rest of my body!). Plus, a few days before that C and I went to visit some friends, my friend in NY and his friend in Maine, so there was plenty of walking done at that time as well. So at my annual physical the doctor determined I had sprained my knee, which shows you how much good walking does. :) Okay, okay, so it's probably the fact I don't actually do much walking that caused this, I'll admit it. But with a physical therapy appointment coming up, I should be up and running (well, more like regularly walking) in no time.
And there's more Fred medical news as well (what can I say, she's a geriatric cat by the vet's standards). Of course, whenever I hear the word geriatric it makes me think of nursing homes and retirement communities, not so much my cat that jumps on furniture and plays with squeaky mouse toys. But I digress...
Anyway, she went in for dental surgery this past Tuesday. Now, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm one of those people who takes their pet in for regular dental work and play dates and psychic readings or whatever. No. I couldn't afford it, nor am I that crazy. This is the last medical procedure I can do for this cat. The vet suggested it because her teeth were almost rotting out of her head, leaving the potential for bacteria to break loose and get into her blood stream, causing yet another infection. I just spent $800 on this cat- I want my money's worth! (Oh yeah, plus I love her to death and all that stuff). :)
Thankfully she made it through the procedure just fine, although I once again have the pleasure of giving her antibiotics. This time it's in pill form rather than liquid, which means no more pink spots on my couch, but it does mean more crushed medication that I have to do since pilling her is like pulling teeth (and the pun is totally intended there).
So that's pretty much my life at this point- knee strain and cat meds. Pretty soon I'll be adding to that a balanced diet and regular exercise regimen, to bring up my good cholesterol levels. Woo hoo! Look out world! :)