Four days to frantically check what I forgot

My flight leaves 7 am from the Helsinki-Vantaa airport. So far I've told it to my mom 126 times this and previous month to make sure she truly shows up 3.30 am at my home street. We have a notorious history of miscommunication; everything is better said thrice among my little tribe.

I may finally flood my last minute thoughts on this piece of white box as the other cat, the special one, finally plopped out of my lap. Softly, just like a that: she's really special. Her big little sister Madde has been casting some A-level judgement down from her fortress all the while, but now she can nap again.

What I'm currently feeling with the force of thundering typhoon (Thanks Capt. Haddock) is guilt. The special cat needs treatment for her conjunctivitis and I only have four days to administer the meds myself, last three days of the given duration my partner has to juggle work, two cats, their litter cleaning, feeding and other one's 4-times-a-day eye drop treatment. I'm a shit cat mother.

I myself got diagnosed for a case of overactive thyroids, which means I need to pack 4,5 months worth of meds with me. This Grave's disease is not even worth mentioning wasn't it for the fact that I need to organize blood tests to define the correct dosage... each month. Out of Finland. Oh blergh. They've taken so many samples of blood out of me last two weeks I'm starting to suspect someone is short of my blood type.