Kvetch cannot be an adverb

But this year was going so well! Now, not so much. Everyone in my matrix is sick. Steve (one of three) is virus-y. Me (two of three), whenever I get a cold or virus, it precipitates what's called a "flare" (of Fibromyalgia or Chronic Fatigue, I still don't know the difference) which lasts for months, esp in winter. I feel pretty crappy but life must go on so yesterday I went to the dentist for an overdue cleaning, and also to improve my dental karma.
Too late! It turns out I need root canal, maybe two! And, it will be " a real bitch" so I will have to go to the specialist, a lovely man but one I'd hoped never to see again. And I'd better do it before we fly to FLA in a few weeks, otherwise I may implode or something. Steve himself is having root canal tonight.

Roscoe,(three of three) who started eating and drinking more lately, became much weaker and last night we took him to the Vet. She said it could be liver or kidney failure and he was dehydrated as a result. They will keep him to run tests and give him anti-biotics and fluids. Last night the X-rays showed an enlarged liver. We will happily do drug therapy but we will not subject our beloved 17 1/2 year old cat to anything invasive. I'm so nervous, it seems likely that it's cancer. Happily, hes not in pain. Sweet Cookie boy. It's so strange to have a catless house, I keep imagining cat noises. We will go visit tonight and get more results.
Hope for the best, expect the worst.

I also await delivery of our new bed which we picked out when we were raging, OK maybe simmering, with fever, and it felt good just to lie down. I was a hot-flashing Goldilocks. The mattress we decided on is firm but has a pillow top to make tossing and turning more comfortable.

I'm hoping this year will improve and our Theory of Vacation - begining: crappy, remainder: fabulous - will apply, universally actually. Things are pretty fucked-up in the world and I'm nervous and scared about that too.

Well the bed came; it was very sad because I didn't have to worry about Roscoe escaping thru the open door as is his custom. The old mattress and boxspring corners were scratched to pieces from both cats. Good times.
The deliverer used to live on my street but moved to No. Queens to be in a larger Guyanese neighborhood. He appreciated my Bob Marley and my plants.
I think he overheard me on the phone and was trying to cheer me up.
There's Little Feat on the radio-"There's a fat man in the bathtub"!!! Which reminds me:

Word Definition: Kvetch
A Yiddish word from the German kvetsh : to squeeze.
Commonly: to complain, to annoy - generally a combination of both

Verb: to annoy, complain, pinch, squeeze, pester, whine, wimper, moan, caterwaul, grunt, bitch, rant, rave or blog.
Ex: Stop kvetching about the blood and use a tourniquet already!
Or: Even Alito thinks that our idiot W overstepped himself. Irrelevant, but you were warned in the fine print, were you not?
Noun: Pest ( also, noodge), complaint/complainer, squeeze, pinch, busybody (also: Yenta)
Ex: She is such a kvetch! She complained that the food was terrible! And the portions were so small!
or: Leave me alone, don't be such a kvetch!
Adjective:
Ex: I'm getting kvetchy, can we stop? A cow! here? Rocks! here? I have to pee!..., this results in Steve getting kvetchy, it's like the Great Mandala, an endless circle of Kvetch.

Apparently lesser known ( but not in my childhood home ) usages;
An action required for a child to perform a BM ( poopy): Give a little kvetch!
An expression of affection: come bubbelah, let me give you a little kvetch.
An expression of displeasure: Rat bastard, I'll give you such a kvetch!

For fun, see if you can translate this sentence: Don't be such a kvetch or I'll give you a kvetch if you kvetch to me again about that kvetch.

Finally today, an item about the Rolling Stones performing at the Superbowl. Initially the powers that be decided to restrict, to the age of 45, anyone allowed on the field during halftime. This policy was subsequently changed.
I guess it was when they discovered that the youngest Stones member, Mick Jones, I think, is 58.