Deactivated my Facebook

I asked local Facebook friends for an hour's help tomorrow (help me clean my apt of fleas).

No one responded. And I waited an hour. No one.

So, I deactivated my Facebook.

Funny how my offline value has plummeted like the Federal National Mortgage Association stock.

It automatically activates in 7 days because I didn't delete it. I'm a chicken ****. I just want to know who will notice. Since no one local responded to my request for help (I gave both kittens a flea comb/Ivory dish soap bath tonight much to their dismay, poor babies). Then, I threw out their flea infested litter, threw out my throw rugs, threw out the kittens toys from their previous residence with the homeless couple (all of those toys are in the trash now), and threw out their previous carry on bag too.

I wiped down the bathroom where the litterbox was and am now doing about 6 loads of laundry. I plan to vacuum every day for the next month or two, and wipe down every surface I can think of.

I decided not to go the chemical route since both kittens have the Herpes virus from their mom (according to the vet they saw on Friday). I could have bought a plant based flea spray to spray my carpet, sofa, etc. but I have TERRIBLE ventilation in my 200 year old apartment. And, it doesn't help that there is a heat wave happening right now where I live. The dew point is as high as the kittens previous owners, if not higher.

So, while I wait for each load of laundry, I am vacuuming and cleaning and trying not to have a melt-down. The 4 month old kittens had 4 months of trauma already. I don't need to add to it with my immature response to being rejected socially by people I have long known don't really like me anyway.

Deactivating my FB just removes the buffer and forces me to deal with why I have allowed this to become my life.

None of the fleas etc. is the kitten's fault. I did find a closer vet (the low income vets are booked out 2 months so I'm screwed there). I have an appointment next Friday. The vet told me to give the kittens an ivory soap bath, vacuum and clean and get tested for ringworm if I show symptoms on my skin, which is treated with an antifungal cream since its a fungus on the skin. I don't know yet. I don't have flea bites yet either.

The vet thinks the kittens may have flea anemia so i have to rideshare every day this week to cover the cost of blood work. I was supposed to start a NEW temp to hire role with a local company and different temp agency. I asked for a delayed start and that was 'ok'ed by the company. It pays $2/less but its 3 days at home and 2 days onsite. It's customer service and tracking shipments, so like the saying goes, "it's easier to find a job when you have a job."

My goal is not to lose my mind. My goal is to stay calm. To treat the kittens, clean my apartment, do my laundry, drive rideshare to cover the cost of blood tests (I could buy OTC pills etc to give to the kittens that kill lice, ticks, parasites, worms, etc...and that may still be the route I go, when I speak to the vet on Friday).

I'm just sad that because of who I am, my FB "friends and family" dislike me as much as they do. I'm completely cut off from them all. I complain about them here as a smokescreen, knowing that I probably annoy the hell out of them and they have every right to shun me. Oh well. That's life as they say.

Back to laundry and cleaning.

I am so sorry. What an ordeal. Poor kitties and poor you.

It’s all very sad so I felt very bad that I laughed at some things you said. “Dew point as high as previous owners”. You need to write a comic column in a magazine or be a stand up comedian. Or you could write a book in a memoir style. Some stories are just book worthy the way you described them. Personally I’d read it if you put them in a collection of stories. I am serious.

Fakebook. It’s like a black hole. All of s sudden people didn’t see the message. Yeah ok.

Thank you @divine1966. To add, after I posted last night, I tripped and fell and twisted my left ankle. I tried to use my credit card to get Lyft to the local ER near me and it was declined despite the fact that I have money in my account.

I am the embodiment of that adage known as Murphy's Law. I think my years of bad luck have earned me the right to rename it, "Mott's Law."

Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. Me, in a nutshell. The road to Hell is paved with my attempts at life, like blocks of Mott sidewalk poetry depicting each issue that I've posted about here in PsychCentral.

So, I hobbled to my car this morning at 2 a.m. and drove myself surefooted to the ER. Three hours of waiting and one x-ray later; no fracture but a golf ball size fluid pocket on my left ankle from it twisting like Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing, when I tripped over myself inside my apt. Because you know, menopause has robbed me of my spatial coordination skills completely. I need a cane just to walk straight.

I left this morning at 5 a.m. with a pair of crutches, a foot brace instead of a foot boot, and a doctor's note that I forwarded to my recruiter to ask her to notify the client that I need a few days at home to elevate my foot.

Thank god for my downstairs neighbor and his girlfriend. They are my kittens official godparents too since they also have 2 cats. They gave me a walking can and bought my kittens another box of kitten food for me, which I gave them cash for.

You need to write a comic column in a magazine or be a stand up comedian. Or you could write a book in a memoir style. Some stories are just book worthy the way you described them. Personally I’d read it if you put them in a collection of stories. I am serious.

I'm going to take you up on that, @divine1966. I think either a blog or a column, or a collection of life essays that I will self-publish on Amazon or some place like that. I mean, I have to. The people of the world need to laugh.

Kind of like American humorist and author David Sedaris. I would love to be like him.

I am sorry oh no your ankle. Awful. I trip and fall and also drop stuff all the time. For no reason. It’s scary because you never know what gets injured or broken

Omg I love David Sedaris and I thought about him when I typed my post. I can’t believe we thought the same thing! I have all of his books. His last one is actually the funniest, I am reading it now, Happy-go-lucky. I laugh aloud

All good ideas. I don’t know how people get into publishing but even blog is a great start

Just wanted to say I think you’re very smart deactivating your Facebook and I wish I had the courage to do the same!

Hope you and your kittens get better soon. You’re doing so good for them. They are lucky.

As for the Facebook thing, I didn’t have it but you know, never mind how much communication is available nowadays, we are more disconnected than ever. This is how I see it.
At least, your get the help of your neighbours. Nice.

Take care!

Thanks @AzulOscuro!

The kittens are 4 months old, so they are going through what I think are "the terrible 2's" stage of wrecking everything that they can! Haha! Last night, the smaller Siamese male kitten "helped" me by getting himself stuck in the drawer space in my armoire (the bottom drawer).
So, I had to rip the entire drawer off of its tracks (I broke one of the tracks) because I had no one to help me. Then, he just went about his business playing with his brother after he was free. Meanwhile, I can either unscrew the other track on the interior of the armoire bottom drawer that allowed it to slide out/pull out/push in/slide in, or I can store blankets in the empty drawer space instead. And store the drawer for later when I have the money and the time to correctly repair/reattach the tracks on both sides of the bottom drawer on the armoire, so that I can use that bottom drawer for pants, shorts, etc.

They also broke 2 ceramic potted plants. So, looks like I will need to find ceiling hooks to hang my plants with. Haha!

I'm enjoying my Facebook "break" because no one ever initiated communication on there with me. And only a few people respond when I reached out to them.

So, I will be ok. I have saved voicemails of my mom's voice (7 months since she passed away) to listen to, and now these 2 Siamese kittens to care for. I feel like I have that emotional buffer now, with the two kittens to love and care for. I found several low income vet clinics so will schedule appointments for them. I gave each of the kittens an ivory soap bath and used a flea comb when I discovered fleas hopping on their poop inside their litter box. I will hold off on buying OTC flea, tick, worm treatments until they see a vet. If I catch ringworm, I can get a fungal cream at the local Walgreens and deal with that no problem. So far, no flea bites on me. I checked the boys again today and no fleas with the comb (I dip in warm water with ivory soap to kill the fleas and their eggs). My guess, the fleas etc. may be internal. They may have parasites too? Flea anemia? They sure are skinny. I think they were underfed for the first 4 months of their life as they beg for food all the time. I only feed them canned food twice a day and leave out dried food for them to graze on.

My calf now hurts from my twisted ankle. I read online, that means I had a high ankle sprain or a syndesmotic ankle sprain. So, I need to schedule a follow up with a doctor to get it properly diagnosed. Then find out what physical therapy I need.

What I see is that these two little furry balls are challenging you pretty badly 😂
And now the ankle. Damn Murphy’s Law. F@ck it all!

I’m sorry for your mother’s loss. It’s still very soon to feel better about that. I’m sorry a lot.

I don’t know there but here vets are expensive as hell. I have my two oldie doggies a little sick and I’m spending so much money. Blood tests, x-rays, CTs, meds…oh my gosh. I’m thankful that I can allow it myself.

If I were your neighbour, I would give you a hand without any doubt. I’m crazy for animals and I’m always ready to help if I can, within my possibilities, of course.
Aren’t you in Spain, are you?
Don’t laugh at me. I’m serious. I rescue animals.