Gustave (aka Gus) is still sick. The vet discovered that he has a terrible tooth infection. She thinks he bit something and broke his tooth which then became infected. The awful think about cats is when they're in pain they don't let you know in some way. They just sort of absorb it into themselves and go about their usual day. They don't meow loudly or complain in any way. Gus slowed down his eating over several days and refused soft foods but continued to eat hard, crunchy cat food. And he started sleeping more and more. His way of trying to take care of himself was a sign to us that something was wrong. He's getting major doses of antibiotics now. The vet also took some blood from Gus. The results showed there may be something more than just a tooth infection. So when Gus is feeling better and the antibiotics have really kicked in, he's got to have a blood panel of his GI tract done. Poor guy! He's staying close by, sleeping on my bed or the computer keyboard mostly. I'm thrilled about this because, very often, cats go off on their own when they feel unwell & find a secluded spot to sleep. It's so hard to see my fur kids sick...terrible. I'm making sure to "mush him up" a lot!
On Friday I planned to see Black Swan while in Manhattan. It was playing close to the Humane Society at a large theater. I was very surprised when the ticket-taker told me the theater wasn't wheelchair accessible. There were 2 of stairs into the theater where the movie was playing but when we checked it out, it was only 6 wide steps all together. Awesome still a go! I really wanted to see this movie! Tickets in hand, we head inside, give in our tickets and start to maneuver the steps. 3 stairs behind me, 3 to go and suddenly one of the employees leans out from behind the concession stand and says, "You can't take the wheelchair into the theater, you have to leave it in the lobby"! Again surprised, I start to ask her a question when the manager comes over and says that he "can't allow me to take the chair into the theater because it's a fire hazard"! By this time, I'm sure there must be steam coming out of my head! Not only is there no ramp into the theater but apparently they haven't made any room in the rows of chairs for a wheelchair! But what really ticked me off was how discourteous the employees where, especially the manager. They didn't offer any assistance or suggestions, such as helping me into a theater chair and taking my wheelchair back out to the lobby & safely storing it for me. When I tried to say something about the chair, what I got was, "You were told the theater is not wheelchair accessible. There's nothing we can do about it." Ugh! I wanted to hit him! I felt as if they were determined to keep me out of the theater. It was bizarre & offensive but also humiliating to me! I told the manager he was discourteous and stupid. (I was angry!) He told me to have a wonderful day. I'm thinking about writing a letter to the head of that theater.
I haven't read much this week. And I still haven't posted my thoughts on Villette by Charlotte Bronte, week two for the read-a-long. I feel so discombobulated this week I started reading an ARC of Sing You Home by Jodi Picoult a few days ago and just started reading Devotion: A Memoir by Dani Shapiro. I'm hoping to catch up on reading and reviews this week! .
Enjoy your Sunday! Happy Reading!