An electrical hiss woke me up this morning. Saline puddled around my IV pole. Liquid had soaked into an extension cord next to my bed that created small pops of electricity and heat. As I’ve learned from various crises over the years, I’m the type of person who freezes up in emergencies and wishes someone would do something. “Uh-oh,” I said, as saline leaked across the floor and the electrical pops continued.
I clipped my IV closed, but it was obviously the electrical extension that was the danger to killing us all, including whichever cat had decided to chew through the IV to create the leak. We unplugged the extension cord from the wall, and the hissing stopped, and once it cooled down, it went into the garbage.
My boyfriend is also a Libra, but I say he’s too organized and calm and must secretly be a Virgo. (I don’t set much store by astrology, but I’ve found this statement I read to be true of most Virgos: If there’s an emergency, you can run up to a Virgo and say, “Help, my house is on fire and my children are inside!” they’ll calmly respond, “Where do you keep your ladder?” They’re cool under pressure and always have the most practical response, and they’ve often solved a problem before I’ve even had time to panic.) As we mopped up puddles of saline from the floor, he started laughing, and that was the best response to have.
I just want a dull day.
I got most of my IV fluids in today. I took some potassium but then felt very lightheaded, and I think it might be because, knock on wood, I’m starting to feel a little bit better and maybe the potassium was too much. I’m still far from better, but I’m hopeful that once I am done with these antibiotics, I can resume a normal life for at least a month, after the infection stole a month.
Lulu plots.
Now that Ziggy tried to kill me on Saturday, and I suspect Lux was behind this morning’s assassination attempt, it’s up to Lulu to finish the job. She is the one I fear the most, as she seems the sweetest and is probably the most devious.
One thing that I’m taking away from this: I can no longer cheat the system and do my IVs early in the morning and lazily go back to bed, even if it means three to four hours of my day are eaten up. I have to be vigilant and awake to do the hydration to make sure the cats don’t chew on the IV. I’m not sure what was so tempting to the cat this morning, but it could have ended very badly with that extension cord. Hopefully, I’ll be done with this extra hydration next week.
Until then, I’ll keep my eyes open and my Libra/Virgos close.