Did I change my username? Obviously. Genero is latin for "to create" or it's Latin for something completely different. Yes I took 4 years of Latin, it's also been 4 more years since I've used any of it so I'm a bit (a lot) rusty.
First off, I gave myself a minor concussion at Ted Leo last week. Did I think throwing all 110 pounds of Eric over my shoulder would be a great idea? Yes. Did I rethink that whole idea when the back of my head hit the sidewalk and made a sound that my friend described as "A watermelon dropped off the roof hitting the sidewalk"?. Oh yes.
Five days later and my head stopped being sore. This is why I don't go out with people, there's always that one guy who does something completely retarded, and goddamn it's always me.
Secondly, Saturday night I noticed that Veronica was really quite literally dragging herself around, barely able to make it out of her little plastic house. I rushed over to the emergency vet ($70 just to show up), where luckily the only vet in Memphis who has the know-how to actually handle and treat exotic animals (The Pet Smart vet clinic will see exotic animals, but the lady there wasn't too bright at all). Highlight of it was when a big black lady yelled "Holy shit it's a porcupine!"
The verdict came down to that either Veronica has an infection in her uterus, and painkillers and antibiotics will clear it up, or she has a tumor, and she'll just die. $180 in medications later, and Veronica is already doing much better, she's back up and running around and being generally angry at me, which is a good sign, it means she's getting better.
Now I need to start selling my earthly possessions to pay for vet bills, and regular bills. Does anyone need a kidney? Get them while they're good, vodka might reduce the quality of them just a tad.
First off, I gave myself a minor concussion at Ted Leo last week. Did I think throwing all 110 pounds of Eric over my shoulder would be a great idea? Yes. Did I rethink that whole idea when the back of my head hit the sidewalk and made a sound that my friend described as "A watermelon dropped off the roof hitting the sidewalk"?. Oh yes.
Five days later and my head stopped being sore. This is why I don't go out with people, there's always that one guy who does something completely retarded, and goddamn it's always me.
Secondly, Saturday night I noticed that Veronica was really quite literally dragging herself around, barely able to make it out of her little plastic house. I rushed over to the emergency vet ($70 just to show up), where luckily the only vet in Memphis who has the know-how to actually handle and treat exotic animals (The Pet Smart vet clinic will see exotic animals, but the lady there wasn't too bright at all). Highlight of it was when a big black lady yelled "Holy shit it's a porcupine!"
The verdict came down to that either Veronica has an infection in her uterus, and painkillers and antibiotics will clear it up, or she has a tumor, and she'll just die. $180 in medications later, and Veronica is already doing much better, she's back up and running around and being generally angry at me, which is a good sign, it means she's getting better.
Now I need to start selling my earthly possessions to pay for vet bills, and regular bills. Does anyone need a kidney? Get them while they're good, vodka might reduce the quality of them just a tad.