Being Alice: Invisible Sun

I face the day with my head caved in,
Looking like something that the cat brought in.


So, yeah. A song lyric describes my morning beautifully.
My boss actually called to make sure I was doing okay. I'd called my doctor's office, but they were so booked they couldn't even take a same day appointment. But I did speak to a very sweet, concerned nurse. She estimated that I might have a mild concussion (Grade 2). She said I probably could just take care of myself at home, and if I really started feeling awful, call back to see if they have a spot open later this afternoon. She also said that my seizure threshold has lowered, and if I do have a seizure, to monitor my post-ictal behavior and see if I can get a friend to come over and make sure I'm all right. I may already have seized. My memory's a little fuzzy. I certainly feel like I've had a complex partial.

I'll be fine; I doubt I'll need to call the doctor's office. Nice that they care like that to give me detailed advice, though.

Kitten gushing

Adding this to the list of Stuff I Never Really Did Before: Having a small kitten curl up on my chest or shoulder and tuck her head under my chin -- and stay like that. Rose climbed up my leg, onto my lap, stretched up her little paws for a hug, then settled onto my breastbone, just above my right breast. If I was a bigger cup size, she'd have a pillow or bed. In any case she seemed incredibly comfortable. Made me feel like the Chinese emperor whose cat fell asleep on his sleeve, and rather than disturb the cat, the emperor cut off the sleeve. This required me to slouch down a bit, and I couldn't type like that. So I moved to the couch, and together we watched the last two episodes of season seven of the Simpsons. I carried her on my shoulder back to the table when my lower back started aching even through the hydroco/apap. She seems to prefer when her human remains perfectly still and silent. If you shift or speak, she mewls and gives you a look, and promptly burrows tighter under your chin.
I mean, my gods, this little beast is the most affectionate creature I've known. Beyond Luna, and I thought Luna was the friendliest. Rose wants to be snuggled constantly. She loves to curl up right under the chin, directly on the breastbone. She'll ask for hugs. Hugs, people. I swear she says Mama sometimes, or tries to.
She can sleep on my lap for hours. Not even Luna and Jupiter are lap cats to this extent.
I want every single one of my friends to come to my house -- not all at once -- so I can see how many people Rose cuddles with. I just gave her to Jason, who has a headache, because I believe cat cuddling can relieve pain.
Part of me wants to rename her Sunshine, mostly after the title character of one of my favorite urban fantasy novels. And because that's what she is, what she looks like, what she brings into our lives. Adam and I had considered it for a bit.

Dear friends list, please share similar stories of cats and kittens that have loved you so utterly. I love those stories.