|2017-03-09 21:14 (UTC)
|PJ Harvey: crow|
That's terrible that even when he has a tooth disintegrate, they can deem him so low priority. I'm really sorry. I'm glad Hestia is doing her best with cat magic.
We couldn't get seen by the dental ER—which urgent care recommended us to—the first night because he didn't rise to their level of a dental emergency; we couldn't figure out what did, unless it was life-threatening in which case why are you wasting time in a specifically dental ER rather than just running to the nearest hospital stat? And we live in a state with decent healthcare.
They're just wonderful cats.
It involved very powerful but inscrutable space aliens and fumbling-in-the-dark attempts to deal with them. (This sounds a lot like the movie Arrival as I write it, but it felt different in the actual dream.)
If you get the chance to write something out of it, it sounds evocative to me.
Today is windy. May it blow at least some of the badness away and bring fresh strength.
Thank you. It's sunny, too, which is good.