Ratparty and Grey Morning

Yesterday I went to the world rat day party in New West, at the house of the woman who bred nmy babies. I got to meet other rat people, including someone who knew me through a couple of social threads (KMM? Livejournal? Graham? Check). That was pretty cool. Meeting Lizzie and Susan was very cool too-- these people are intensely knowledgeable about rats, and also friendly and nice. I got to meet some lovely boys and cuddle them (I miss my boys so much, and these guys were huge) and that felt wonderful.

Even more cool, though, I got to hold my babies. They are, as I knew they would be, the cutest baby rats anywhere. Their daddy is awesome. Their mom is very sweet. The babies are just adorable. Amber is a little shoulder-baby, who every time I picked her up (and this happened often) would seek out my shoulder and sit there comfortably, being fuzzy at me. she's white with one very tiny light grey ("blue" spot behind one ear. Miss Elisabeth is white with a bunch of dark grey over her face and shoulders in scattered patxches, and a little lightning-bolt of white down her nosae. She's an adventurous one, at only a few weeks already seeing how far she can travel. They're both dumbo-eared, which means they have big ears set low on the skull, and terribly comfortable around a horde of all ages. I want to call them Silver and Lightning, but I like Amber and Miss Elisabeth too. Sigh, choices.

Then, I slept. Through the night. First time in a long time. It's weird, cause I'm actually quite worried about this surgery for no real reason except that my Sweetie is involved.

It's a grey morning, and I need to run to the vet both before and after work, so I should get started. Best thoughts to my baby.

Oh Yeah

There's the surreality of communicating with both mom in Japan and Juggler in Thailand regularly right now (but not by phone or in person, weird)...

...and there's trying to plan next weekend. Friggin' weekend. I think I'm getting together with Mightyflorist on Thursday or Friday, doing some sort of a genderqueer fashion show on Friday night, maybe going up to Kelowna Saturday and Sunday, hopefully getting a walk in with Bevan somewhere (Monday? Sunday night?) and I swear there was something else I wanted to do. Um.

Ohwell, Sweetie to vet, first breakfast. Off and running...

Argh

Not doing well. Very stressed.

Sweetie is doing well, but she has an incision that's like, an inch and a half long. She's about four inches long. Argh. Argh. It's glued up rather than stitched, because rats chew their stitches out in a second. They chew glue wounds too, which is what I'm worried about. She could popentially open up basically her entire side if she overgrooms. And she's doing so well right now. Argh. It looks terrible.

So it's officially breast cancer, luckily chemotherapy is cheap for rats. I love my baby girl.

Argh. Hair standing on end. It'll be a relief that tomorrow is so busy.

Oh, Gods.

Tonight: me in a big empty house, possibly too tired and too stressed to properly appreciate the alone-time but cognizant that it would be even worse if I had to share space right now. Sweetie's at home, I'm not, I can sleep because I won't be checking on her every two minutes. Good.

Food on the stove. Good.

Wake up at six tomorrow and work early before VanDusen. Possibly good, I'm too scattered to sit around right now.

No books. Bad.

Can't even focus to roleplay.

Will sleep, though.