In my defence, I had a lot going on. I went on a whimsical weekend with my husband and I was busily preparing for my epic-but-very-short trip to the USofA – from which I am still recovering after getting back a couple days ago already.
But for now, here is a collection edition of The Weekly Bindi. And by collection I mean cheating with one session when my cat was being ultra cute shortly before I left on my adventure.
I know that I have fallen behind with my Weekly Bindi. Pictures have been taken, I just haven’t been able to get on to post them.
See, I am going bald.
It’s a slow-burn sort of agony in the same way that orgasms are a slow-burn sort of agony, only NOWHERE near as much fun.
But it’s that sort of loss where I can see it and very few other people can. Those who see me every day can see it.
And a few days ago I actually discovered a bald patch that’s appeared. It’s not completely bald as such, but only the ultra-fine baby hairs that never grow are there. Cue breakdown.
I am not a vain person. I try not to be. But in my life, my one redeeming feature was my hair. Long, naturally honey-blonde, and dense. It’s always been fine but very dense. Not anymore, sadly.
For the past ten or so years, I’ve had a handful bouts of what is called Telogen Effluvium. It’s the natural process of hair-loss but it’s dialed up to eleven. Sadly, each time this has happened, my hair has never fully recovered even though, technically, it’s supposed to grow back as it normally would as hair follicles move out of the resting phase. What has prompted these bouts of effluvium has always been a mystery to me. I know the first time was a reaction to some medication and massive stress. These subsequent times… I am clueless.
And I’m stressing over it.
And of course, the vicious cycle continues apace.
Needless to say, it’s been a distraction.
Anyway, here’s a picture of Bindi and I, cuddling on the couch while watching My Big Fat Greek Wedding.
I actually can’t remember what video I was watching, but I was cackling away and then all of a sudden I felt the SCRAMBLE-THUD of Bindi on the bed. She started on my hip and slowly worked her way up my back until she was within petting reach and purring happily into my ear as I obliged her.
And then of course I flipped the webcam on and took a couple of shots. She didn’t mind so much. It’s cold now and I was the warmest spot in the house.
Anyway… last weekend I went to OzComicCon at the Melbourne Exhibition Buildings in Carlton in search of all things geeky and nerdy and, joy of joys, I found it! I have become somewhat obsessed with cosplay after my first experience playing at SupaNova a couple months ago and I’m now part of Facebook cosplay group where some local talent show off their amazing work and works in progress for up-coming conventions.
Sadly I didn’t get any pictures at OzComicCon because I was simply unprepared for the amount of people there and the crush inside the exhibition hall but the bro in-law and I are planning a visit to Armageddon to take pictures of the awesome cosplayers that show up there. And I know there will be many!
The other reason I went to OzCC was to go looking for bits to add to my steampunk costume.
Yes, due to the extreme kindness and generosity of a dear, dear friend, I have found myself America-bound for one of the biggest conventions in that country.
AND I AM STOKED.
Because I don’t really have the body to be comfortable cosplaying most of the characters that I like, I am sticking with what makes me look good and feel good and to that end, I’m joining the American steampunk ranks and revisiting my steampunk costume. Steampunk is huge over in the States so I’m hoping to see some amazing stuff at DragonCon.
As my original corset is looking somewhat sad at the moment, I decided to go corset hunting at OzCC with one of my mates and my mother and, at Wonderland Corsets, found the most glorious corset I think I have ever seen and when the helpful shop lady strapped me into it, it looked like it was made to fit me. I had a perfect hour-glass, my boobs looked awesome and my back-cleavage all but vanished. I bought it immediately. Who wouldn’t?
I cannot wait to wear this baby out with my new, pimped-out costume.
The only way you can see Dugite’s stripes is if you put false ones on her. She is actually a stripy tabby.
“…She can only disguise, and only for those eager to believe whatever comes easiest. She cannot turn cream into butter, but she can make a lion look like a manticore to eyes that want to see a manticore. Just like she put a false horn on a real unicorn so they can see the unicorn. I know you. If I were blind, I would know what you are…” Schmendrick, The Last Unicorn, Peter S Beagle
That in itself is not weird but the fact that we’ve got a whole house of beds and couches and open-shelf wardrobes with lots of comfy warm clothes to snuggle into and get hair all over and yet… she chooses to curl up on boxes or plastic bags or guitar amplifiers instead.
I’m in the computer room right now and where is she?
Curled up on the box my new keyboard came in, right behind me.
On Wednesday evening after popping in on Mum on the way home from work, I was greeted by a scene out of a horror movie.
Pools of very bloody bile everywhere.
It seems that Bindi’s tummy irritation flared up in a huge way again and she had thrown up all over the house.
My little Bindipuss wasn’t quite herself. She was wandering around the place looking a bit off. No winding figure eights around my ankles trying to trip me up as I walked down the hallway. No trying to herd me towards the food bowl. No noise.
It was the “no noise” bit that worried me the most. Anyone who knows Bindi knows she is a vocal cat when it comes to when she thinks it’s dinner time (aka ALL THE TIME) so for her to be near silent and not begging for food? Was not good.
Upset, I wandered around and cleaned up all the mess, getting increasingly distressed as I found each new puddle – the next one slightly bloodier than the last. I could track her movements through the house.
So the next day we were off to the vet for a new round of investigations and ended up bringing her home again with some new meds which, while they had the advantage of settling her nausea, also totally killed her appetite and even will to drink anything. I had to force-feed her water with a syringe to make sure she stayed hydrated because I wasn’t about to let a repeat of the near disaster of two years ago happen again. Three more days of this and I couldn’t take it so Saturday morning I took her back to the vet and cried “TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG WITH HER!”
He couldn’t really give me an answer – the little shit of an animal was, by all outward appearances, fit as a fiddle. She didn’t even have a temperature. So of course the vet was looking at me as if saying, “Woman, you are wasting my time” while going through the motions of telling me everything that he didn’t think was wrong with her. In the end we mutually agreed to take her off the medication (with the exception of the gel for her hyperthyroid) and see if her appetite came back. So long as she wasn’t throwing up anymore, she was in no danger of expiring.
Sure enough, a day later and with no extra meds in her system, she’s now picking at food and getting noisy again.
The relief is, of course, short-lived. Noisy Bindi is very, very annoying.
But I’ll still take Noisy Bindi over Scarily Quiet Bindi any day.
And since she was posing so nicely, I managed to get another nice shot of Dugite before she decided to go “Nope, nope, nope” and wander off again.