Chimba is sick.
She started puking on Friday. That’s normal. She pukes often. Like twice or so every two weeks. But the second puke looked different. Too much fluid. Then she puked again.
Saturday, she did the same. Puked four or five times during the course of the day. Sunday I took her to the vet to discover both of them closed. She puked a few times. Monday I took her to the vet. She only puked once in the morning. Since the vet, she hasn’t puked.
The vet did almost nothing. I waited for almost an hour to see the vet and Chimba got frustrated from waiting (and so did I, but I was expecting it). She didn’t let the vet near her. She wouldn’t even let me hold her. She hissed and attacked and hated life.
The vet tried to take a blood sample. Couldn’t do it. The vet tried to stick something up her butt to see if she has parasites or a bacteria. Couldn’t do it.
Given the circumstances, he gave me two pills and a prescription for more pills. If she kept puking, bring her again. And bring her again in five days.
Chimba seems fine. Like a normal healthy kitty.
But she pukes a lot. And now with medication, she’s pissed and tired.
I could barely force her some medicine and she started drooling and hating me. Mixing it with her favorite food is not fooling her. She barely ate. But so far… no vomit. Just drool.
Almost my whole apartment is carpet. She vomited a ton on the carpet. I need to vacuum that and carpet clean it. There are seven spots. I should take care of that asap.
Here’s a video of Chimba and I going to the vet:
People asked me for a video of that sort. But it didn’t go as well as I planned. Not that many views either. But the vet visit didn’t go according to plan at all. Had to upload something though. The algorithm demands it.
There. Vacuuming and carpet cleaning accomplished. It’s… cleanish. Good enough for me. Probably not enough for my girlfriend. I’ll clean some more later.
I have a tour tomorrow. They paid the deposit. I’m pretty sure they will pay the rest.
Someone is trying to book me in two weeks. He wants to pay less. Mondays to Wednesdays I can do the tour at a discount. Saturdays… no way.
The tour tomorrow will be interesting. They want to go to Mochomos, a new restaurant I’ve never been to. In a plaza that I’ve never been to. I plan to walk to that plaza after saving this draft. I plan to publish this blog post on Thursday after the tour tomorrow. Then tour on Saturday (already fully paid). Then baby shower photoshoot (need to confirm this).
Ensenada Adventure Beer Fest tour is still on the works.
I didn’t go to Ensenada. We didn’t go to Ensenada. I accompanied my girlfriend to get her eyes checked cuz she’s blind like a bat. Then I accompanied her to the eyewear store to pick new frames. I got frustrated with my Saturday. I took it out on her. We fought and I made her feel bad. It was mostly my fault. Projecting my own insecurities.
Fuck. I’m almost 40.
At 40 I want my life to be much better. It’s trending in that direction, but not quite there yet. I have faith I will get there. Not faith in a religious sense. Faith in myself and that the world won’t be so fucky.
Cuz the world is really fucky right now.
The world is always fucky.
I made sliders yesterday. They were okay. It was my first time attempting to make sliders from scratch. I can do better.
I woke up with a horrible headache at 5 am this morning (Thursday). It rained last night. The streets of Tijuana flooded with sewer water. Especially my street. One of the main streets in this city and light rain makes the sewer water rise up. And it smells putrid. The smell invades my room and doesn’t let me sleep. My constant weed smoke does nothing to suppress the shit smell coming in through my balcony windows.
But Tijuana thinks is a modern awesome city that should be more expensive. My landlord has not responded and I told her I have rent ready. I shall ring her again. Weird to chase a landlord to pay rent instead of the other way around.
The tour yesterday was hella fun. I didn’t get a tip, but not complaining because we had an expensive steak dinner at the new Mochomos. It’s content. It was great. It was a fun tour. It ended around 8 pm. It was raining then. I wanted to take them to my new favorite cocktail bar… and it was closed. I’m an idiot. I just read on their Insta that they are closed on Wednesday.
Bad tour guide.
But in general, good tour guide. It was a fun trip. Video of that soon.
The shit smell still bothers me. I still have a light headache. I have to do some social media stuff and take a picture for this blog post. I’ll post it tomorrow.
Fucking social media stuff. Some chick from Ensenada commented on one of my videos some stupid non-sense that because I’m Mexico I should speak Spanish in my videos. It’s my profile. It’s my videos. My clients are mostly American. I explained this to her and she doubled down and then told me that when she goes to the USA she speaks Spanish over there… the irony.
After going back and forth for a bit in the comment section I went to her profile and she’s a basic one chord musician that thinks she is great. So I commented what a shame she has to throw hate around to other creators and that she was basic.
She blocked me. I can be petty as fuck.
Then she popped up on my Instagram. I commented something like “boo you blocked me.”
She DMed me and went wild on the messages. Accusing me of stalking her and told me she knows powerful people and she can ruin my reputation.
Based on what? Your comments and me replying?
She played the victim hard. It makes it difficult for real victims to be credible when other people do that.
Don’t be like her.
Don’t do that.
Don’t go on public profiles and attack then play the victim when someone attacks back (I didn’t really attack…).
Though I am to blame. I could have not engaged. I could have ignored the comment. I took the bait and she was worse. People have an unnecessary instinct to comment on shit. And I’ve done it as well. Sometimes I delete the comment seconds after commenting. Sometimes I’m drunk or depressed that my comments get stupider.
Just. Don’t. Comment.
Don’t be petty as fuck.
A lot of people dislike me. I find that out every day more and more. More people like me, but knowing that a shit ton of people dislike me is sort of depressing. It happens when you start gathering a large following.
Seth Meyers just said it in a show with Kevin Hart. When he does stand-up and sees one person in the crowd of hundreds not enjoying it, he concentrates on that and gets butthurt. Kevin Hart is the other way around, he just feels the happiness he provides.
Then I watched Pete Davidson’s old Hot Ones interview. He deleted the internet because fucking comments. Seriously. People are brutal (again, including me) when hidden behind a screen. Meditation and yoga should help me. Maybe I should try that.
Rent is paid. Leaking pipe is fixed. I threw away my old couch. Well, someone picked it up and said she was going to fix it. I wonder if that will turn into something. My contract expires in May. Is 2025 the year I move out? Let’s find out in two months. Follow me for more. Social media! Yay!
Good news.
Chimba is not puking anymore. She acts like nothing happened. I forced her medicine until I couldn’t and then I just forced her a 1/4 of the anti-diarrhea pill. By day 3 she was fine. She didn’t need that much medicine. Or so it seems. It’s hard to force her to eat her meds. She drools like a cat with rabies after getting a pill.
She’s not puking anymore. She doesn’t have diarrhea anymore. She’s eating like normal. She’s drinking more water.
Chimba is fine.
Nortec has a concert for their 25th anniversary in Las Pulgas today. I was supposed to get invited as a VIP of some sorts. It got demoted to just getting a courtesy ticket. Couldn’t even get an extra for my girlfriend. Who knows if I’ll go. It’s work. It would be good content. But it’s going to be late.
Speaking of late… I have a tour tomorrow (Saturday) and it’s going to start late. The group is coming from Rosarito and staying in an Airbnb in downtown. When tours start late, the night goes long. And I have a photoshoot early on Sunday in Valle de Guadalupe.
This weekend… after posting this… it’s going to be intense.
You’ll know all about it next week.
There was a huge storm last night while I was playing DotA. I warned my friends I might get disconnected. Extreme winds and heavy rain poured for half an hour or more. Garbage flew every where. I saw some lightning but heard little thunder. The streets flooded. And a lot of Tijuana lost power because of fallen trees or electric posts.
We won the game of DotA. I was Viper safe lane which wasn’t my choice, but it was an EZ GG to put it in nerdy terms.
This blog post needs a picture. I haven’t taken pictures. I haven’t touched my mirrorless camera. I’ve only used my DJI Osmo Action 5 Pro for videos. I’m recycling and old picture because it’s awesome and my blog doesn’t have much more space.
That was from a lightning storm a few years back (October 2021). I could have caught another similar to that last night, but I was in the middle of the game.
This was my tour from Wednesday:
We went to the new mall and to Mochomos:
The tour ended in the new cocktail bar that I enjoy. The owner of that place hit me up thanking me for the videos and taking clients. Next round is on him. I’ll take that. I still not sure where I’m going with all this influencer shit, but hey… it looks like it might turn into good money. Or at least free meals and drinks. I hate that fucking term though.. Influencer. I’ll learn to live with it.
The fucking stupid comments though.
The Ensenada Adventure to the Beer Fest might not happen. Is a lot of work in a short notice. It’s two weeks from now. To manage the budget, sell tickets, and coordinate everything. We’ll see. But there’s less of a chance of it happening.
Not sure if I’ll end up going to the fest. I still haven’t been able to escape for a night to go to Ensenada.
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