Losses and Gains

I found out today that it's a lot harder to cremate people who are really overweight. In many cases, there might only be one or two facilities in any given state that can handle someone who is 500+ lbs. 

I guess this is another reason to be happy I'm losing weight. Being cremated was always my plan for what happened after I died. It never occurred to me that once again my size might cause me issues. 

I guess getting healthier will even make death easier on me. 

Avoidance

 I've been watching a lot of My 600 Pound Life lately. I think as someone who used to be there, I can find a lot of understanding and even insight into the various stories. 

One of the things I've noticed is that I am completely avoiding a certain aspect of the show. I can handle watching the embarrassing stuff or even the painful stuff that goes along with being this heavy. However, when it comes to the moment when they confront their parents about their issues, I always skip over it. My brain just does not want to watch that specific kind of confrontation.

I'm not sure what that says about me, my mother, and my grandmother and our various unresolvable issues, but it clearly says a lot.

Millipede

Actually, the title is a play on words. Millie peed! It's the first time she has in a while. I'm so happy about this. Hopefully, she's back to normal now. 

Having a sick cat is never easy but right after you lost another cat, it's just very wearing on the soul. I could have cried when I cleaned out her box. Then again, I've been pretty emotional about the Machen issue anyway.

Speaking of Machen, we had a pic done of him that we'll put on our Cat Memorial Wall. It turned out really well. I can't stop staring at it. We decided on a picture from when he was a kitten because he was just so very cute then.  It's the best way to remember him.

Sick Cat

Millie, our remaining cat, hasn't been urinating in the litter box. We haven't found any evidence that she's been urinating anywhere else either. This was concerning so we took her to the vet today.

The old vet that we used to go to is always booked so we went to a new one. This was my first time there. I was neverous at being in a new environment but aside from sitting on a pretty hard bench for over an hour, I was fine. Next time, I think I can manage to go on my own.

Anyway, it seems that the issue with the cat is emotional. She has nothing physically wrong with her, but seems to be responding to the death of Machen by not using the litter box. My roommate also thinks she isn't drinking enough water, but I'm not really sure what we can do about that.

Under the Weather

I've been sick for a while. My roommate and I think we caught something. It kept us ill throughout the holiday weekend. Given that we were pretty down about Machen anyway, this just made it worse.

I'm in the process of recovering but it's slow. I hate being sick during the summer because the heat makes it so much harder. I feel drained and depleted. 

Hopefully I'll be doing better in a few days.