I schedule Pickle for a vet’s appointment for about 10:30am, sent Eddie a text letting him know what was up, called work to let them know I’d probably be late, and settled down on the couch with my very lethargic weasel. Eddie came home so I’d have someone with me at the office, gave Pickle some loves and we sat on the couch for about 5 minutes before we got a phone call from the vet’s office telling us to go to the emergency vet in East Greenwich because they don’t like to have people wait in situations like this when they’ve got exotic pets. Another 25 minutes and we’re down at the other office filling out paperwork while Pickle sleeps in the carrier.

Eventually we get into the exam room where Pickle is quite content to sit in the carrier and ignore everyone. She’s not vomiting anymore, but she’s definitely not behaving like her normal ball of energy yet. She’s not impressed with the tech trying to get her temperature at all. A few minutes later the vet comes in to check her and Pickle comes out, steals her pen, and goes back into the crate. We put her on the floor while the vet heads into the back for a bit, and suddenly we’ve got a normal ferret again, investigating every inch of the room, trying to get into the cabinets and drawers, etc. The vet thinks that she may have gotten into something that she shouldn’t have, but based on her prior history Eddie and I don’t really think that - she’s a hoarder and a digger, not a chewer. Either way, she’s home with me (having taken the rest of the day out) being monitored, and getting little bits of water and food at a time. And just a second ago she chased the cat.

I finally got Eddie’s Sims working for him yesterday, and sent him all of the custom content that I’ve got in my installation.

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Listening to: REO Speedwagon - Take It On The Run

Amazingly enough, after last night’s drink-fest - during which I plowed through 7 Mike’s Hard Lemonades, Limes, Cranberries, and Berry drinks - I had the barest minimum of a headache and sensitivity to bright light, and I think much of that was caused by the sinus explosion going on in my head right now. We went to Bickfords for greasey breakfast, where I had what could have possibly been some of the worst Eggs Benedict I’ve had. I think I got spoiled eating it when I worked on the cruise ship and had it cooked by someone who really knew what the hell he was doing, and I really shouldn’t order it at places like Bickfords and Ground Round anymore.

We did our taxes this afternoon. I love Turbotax online. I thought we were going to be completely fucked because I was on unemployment for half the year, and it looked like we were going to end up owing about $450, but then we added in my tuition and that ended up giving us a decent enough refund that will be going towards a deposit on a new apartment in a few weeks.

Pickle has figured out a way to get over one of the gates and has made it her mission to do so as quickly and as quietly as possible in order to spend as much time in the forbidden rooms as possible. I think I found her in the kitchen at least 5 times last night. We switched gates so that the lower one is blocking Eddie’s room, since there’s less stuff in there for her to get hurt on and he’s always in there. Once we move we’ll let her have free run of the place and just block off the bedroom and bathroom by closing the doors.