#finnthecat

This is my cat, his name is Finn. 

I’m feeling vaguely okay about how I look today, so here’s a rare Jakeselfie

wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air."

Excerpt from "B (If I should Have a Daughter)" by Sarah Kay

Well shit. I was planning on doing a summary of last week, then the weekend, then see how this week was panning out and decide if I would do dailies or wrap-ups. But then the pharmacy couldn't fill my Rx for anti-depressants. And then I couldn't get in touch with my psychiatrist. Every avenue of reaching him that I tried was met with silence. No replies. Not even crickets.

I take 90mg of Duloxetine each day for my depression, anxiety, and chronic pain. At least I did, because I haven't had any since Thursday 7/7. In case anyone wasn't already aware, withdrawal sucks. Needing an over the counter chemical to be a baseline human sucks. Being ghosted by a medical professional sucks.

So here's just a bunch of pictures since the 4th and we'll call that a blog.

Yesterday lots of people celebrated the 4th of July as Independence day in America. Andrew and I don't care about that holiday in the slightest, especially since we've had a much better thing to celebrate on this day for the last 5 years.

Yup, like very smart people we increased an already stressful day for adopted animals and transported Finn to his new home on an also very stressful and noisy holiday. Finn is our first pet as adults and as a couple and he's pretty much been in our lives as long as we've been married. He was estimated about 4 years old when we got him so we combined his gotcha day with his estimated age and decided the 4th of July was his birthday. So as of yesterday he is (un)officially 9 years old.

I feel so lucky to have this boy in my life. He is smart, cuddly, and pretty chill (unless meal time is involved, then he is a taskmaster). I remember for the first few weeks he was still so shy he hardly came out, so I would often forget how big he was! Then I had to get used to how his head looked normal sized but the rest of him was huge. Now...he's normal and all other cats are tiny!

We spent yesterday feeding him slices of salmon at random intervals as a way to celebrate his continued and adorable living. He loved that of course, and since he couldn't eat the whole thing in one day, the morsels have continued into Tuesday with demands for more each time we enter the kitchen.