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Monday, April 9th, 2012
8:26 pm	Happy gifting Living 5+ hours away from my family, I don't know my nieces and nephews as well as I would like. Shopping for Christmas and birthdays can be challenging. With my youngest niece's b'day coming up, I wasn't getting a lot of suggestions from her parents. Then last night, my mom tells me that here lately, her thing is writing. Writing? Really? At 7? But my mom says that she likes to spend her time scribbling stories. Now there's a hobby I can support. Of course, she's still young and may well discard this along with 100 other hobbies over the course of her life; on the other hand... I wasn't much older than she is when I began my first diary and my first scribbles of fiction. For now, if the kid shows even the slightest interest in putting pen to paper, it is an excuse for me to buy her a fabulous journal (found a lady on Etsy who makes great, colorful, fabric-covered notebooks with handy little pockets at a very reasonable price). Add a handful of nice colored pens and it's good to go. I'm reminded every now and then that longhand journaling is considered by many to be a lost art... quickly going the way of personal letters (today it was a radio show about the Civil War and the amount of historical information that can be gleaned from the diaries kept by folks at the time. I don't imagine that my own scribbled-in volumes will hold much in the way of historical or literary value; in fact, most likely no one will have any interest in them once I'm gone... but it makes me happy to keep them. Happy to used journal that is full from cover to cover of my scribblings. Happy to know that some vestage of the last 20+ years is stashed away in a couple of boxes in my closet... ready to be accessed if I want it. Happier to start a fresh new one. It's nice to be reminded that I'm not the only one in the world who enjoys that. Current Mood: pleased (Comment on this)
Friday, March 30th, 2012
11:55 pm	Should be sleeping... Why am I not sleeping? B/c my brain is still on overdrive... that's why. It's day 7 of 8 as single-parent (with Weasel2000 overseas for work). Overall the week has gone well. It's been a lot of work, but it's gone well. I was pleased with myself. Went out to run errands this morning, it all went great. Then this afternoon happened. The Dumpling has had a cold, that's nothing new, he has had a number of them. Today he had a cough. Al day. At first, I thought nothing of it. I get a cough at the end of colds too. I hoped it was a sign he was getting better. This afternoon though, I realized he was breathing harder than he should be. It made me worry enough to call the nurse's line at our doctor's office. Long story short, there was a trip to RightTime Medical, a breathing treatment and Rxs for more breathing treatments, antibiotics, and steroids. Dumpling did not have dinner until nearly 9pm. Bedtime at 10pm. The good news is he seems to be sleeping well and his breathing is much much easier than when I took him in. I did the right thing. But I didn't eat dinner myself until after he went to bed. My house (which was clean) somehow became a wreck within the span of 4 hours between morning errands and afternoon trip to the doc. I've straightened up most of it, but I'm still not feeling like settleing down to sleep. Trying to talk myself out of peeking in to check on Dumpling? (Again?) Throughout the whole evening. There were a hundred times when I caught myself thinking - "this would be a hell of a lot easier if I had another adult here with me." Bear in mind, I am not blaming Weasel2000 for his absence, that couldn't be helped, but it made me think of all the people I know who are single parents. E-gad how do they do it? Trying to wrangle a restless 1.5 year old in a doctor's office while me and my (damaged) brain are trying to complete the 1,000,000 pages of check in forms (made all the slower b/c I have to stop and look up things like my spouse's SSN). Trucking over to the pharmacy to pick up the prescribed meds. Hauling the pooped and hungry child in to drop off the Rx, over to pick up take-out for dinner, then back to pick up the Rx (at the drive through, which was a mistake... would have been faster to unload him and take him in). But if there were 2 of us, one could have taken him on home to get some food in him and start getting him settled for the evening... To all of the parents who do this every single day, whether by choice or by circumstance... I salute you. Sigh, and did I mention the renewed waves of embarrassment I felt as I apologized over and over again b/c, no, I was not yet done filling out those check in forms? How much I didn't want to ask for help? Yet how relieved I was when it was finally offered? I thought I was past that (and I thought I was doing well enough that my (slower than before, but now functional) reading speed wasn't that big a deal (except when it comes to trying to read subtitles? I know, I know. The important thing is that the Dumpling is ok. All this stuff is ancillary, but it's there. Can't make it not be. Nearly midnight now. I need to go to bed. I'm going to regret it if I don't. (I'm probably going to regret it already anyway.) Maybe having purged some of this from my system will help me sleep. (After I look in on the Dumpling). (Again). Current Mood: tired (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, March 25th, 2012
2:58 pm	Endings, Changes...Ramble So, I did it again today. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not sorry either. I'll probably do it again in the near future. I've been cautious about who I've confessed this to, but none of the parties concerned is a friend on LJ, so I figure I can write it here. I've been cheating... on my church. All joking aside. Ever since I moved to Crofton with Weasel2000 when we got married, I have noticed that it is a bit more effort to make the 20-30 minute drive to Annapolis for services, meetings, studies (ok, I admit, I have not been in a serious Bible study since we married... that's part of this too). That fact has become even more glaring as the Dumpling is getting older and maintaining a happy schedule with him on Sundays is more difficult. There is another United Methodist Church less than 1/2 mile from our house and I've thought for a long time that it would really make a lot more sense geographically if we went there instead of all the way to Annapolis for church. Over the last 6 months or so, I have visited a handful of times for Sunday Service - sometimes with Weasel2000, sometimes without (as was the case today... I figure it is a bit easier to manage the Dumpling if we are not travelling so far, the service is a bit shorter, and I'm not trying to chase him down during coffee hour at the church in Annapolis). I really like the church. I like the pastor's style of preaching. They seem to have really good programs for kids. I also see a lot of participation of tweens and teens in the services. I've been to both their traditional and contemporary services. I prefer trad. but here lately, Josh's schedule works better with the earlier service and at most churches that's the contemporary one. I'm not usually a huge fan of the contemporary service, but I like the one at this nearby pretty well. Honestly, if I didn't already have ties to another church, I would be attending this one regularly in a heartbeat. Buuuuuut.... There's always the but. In this case, the but would mean leaving my church in Annapolis. I don't dislike it. Ok, yes, the pastor sometimes annoys me a smidge (as my mom described it, he's a little on the "Baptist" side for both her and my taste sometimes), but it wouldn't cause me to go hunting elsewhere on its own. The bigger problem is that I (and Weasel2000, though less so for him) have ties there. That's the church where we got married. The year I lost 3 close family members in 1 year, it was the pastor at that church that my family called to check in on me. I have friends there (though truthfully, the closest ones have also started going to other churches here lately). I'm just starting to get seriously involved in one of the small groups again and that's been good for me. So there's the dilemma. I like the new church. A lot. But really getting involved there will ultimately mean leaving the old one. I feel bad about that. It feels kind of like a break up, if that makes sense. Change is never comfortable. Sometimes that's because it is difficult to get used to the new, but sometimes that's because it is difficult to say good-bye to the old. The only thing that I know of that's more difficult though, is living in limbo. We could all keep on going as we are now for quite some time to come. Mostly going to the church in Annapolis and to the local church occasionally, for a change of pace, or because of a tight schedule, or crappy weather, but I think I know that, ultimately, a choice will have to be made, and I think I know what it is. I just don't think I'm ready to make it yet. That leaves me in limbo still... voluntarily. So I guess I've got no one but myself to blame. Current Mood: contemplative (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 13th, 2012
7:17 am	Odd Dreams Ok, so floating another "what the heck does this mean?" out there to the world. I dreamed last night that I was back in college (as a geology student) and that we were evacuating the building (which was modeled on my old elementary school) in anticipation of an air raid (I guess London during the blitz was somewhere on my mind). In the evacuation process, one of my fellow geo students says "hey, if this building gets bombed, all of the exhibits will be destroyed. Most of the rest of the dream was spent trying to carry out as many of the natural-history-museum-type exhibits out as we could. By the time I started helping, most of the best minerals had already been taken, so I ended up going out with a bulging pocked full of amber-encased insects and trying to carry a large, fossilized musk ox horn rack (fragile though, it broke in half). No actual bombing occurred during the course of the dream. This didn't really feel like an anxiety dream. I felt only vaguely fearful about the potential for air raid, I was much more focused on trying to decide what I should try to take with me. What did I find most important? What was most worth saving? What would be the biggest loss if destroyed. Sounds perhaps like a decision-making dream... or possibly a fear-of-loss dream? Not sure. Any and all thoughts welcome. This wasn't a lucid dream (I was totally in that world while in it) but when I woke, it was very sudden and I was highly alert... which seems to me to tend to indicate some significance. Any thoughts welcome. Current Mood: curious (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 24th, 2012
4:24 pm	Today's spooky little moment Call this kind of thing what you will – coincidence, cheap circuitry, sunspots, latent TK abilities, whatever. I have my own ideas… but for now, just the facts: So I’m working in the basement in my “home office” area. Dumpling is upstairs with the nanny. We have a pack and play set up in the basement with a couple of toys in it – one of which is a talking steering wheel, which was put down there b/c Josh really likes it, but it tends to talk… a lot. So, I’m working on database stuff and listening to podcasts for about 4 hours. All of a sudden, after lunch, as it happens, I’m listening to about my 6th podcast and this one happens to be about gothic literature and ghosts and whatnot. Suddenly, the steering wheel wakes up with “It’s music time!” Ok, wacky. But since I’ve got ghosts on the brain, I kind of look up and say “Dad, are you messing with me?” A few seconds later, it’s “Come drive with me!” (or something like that). Hmm, that’s odd. So I replay, “Dad, are you trying to say you’re tired of listening to these podcasts?” Immediately, the steering wheel (which I have thought about turning off, but still have not touched) says “Bye bye.” Naturally, I did immediately switch my IPod to music (the mix I made in honor of Dad, of course. And I turned off the steering wheel toy. Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 30th, 2011
3:46 pm	You're Wrong Mr. Buchanan I'm sitting here listening to a podcast of the Diane Rhem show. She has Pat Buchanon on. Wow. I'm sitting here listening to him decrying the fall of the US because of "diversity." He's basically claiming that the US is going to fall apart b/c of racial, religious and.. I guess idealogical diversity. Every word that is coming out of his mouth is making me want to scream at him. (On a secondary note... continuing to listen to this is probably not very good for my blood pressure.) On the other hand.. the fact that he is on this public radio show having a calm conversation (and presumably is going to be faced with a lot of callers who disagree with him and he cannot just dittohead them all away) proves beyond a shadow of a doubt in my mind that he is wrong. Just plain and simple wrong. And that is at least one thing to make me happy. Current Mood: aggravated (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 18th, 2011
9:57 pm	Thoughts on the Year Wow, a year already. First off, thanks so much to all those who could be with Weasel2000 and the Dumpling and I as we celebrated the Dumpling's first birthday. It was a whirlwind weekend, but a lot of fun. In other thoughts, as best as I can figure, it was about a year ago today (a few days after Dumpling's birth) that I realized I couldn't read. Rather nasty realization, that. I've come a long, long way from "today's letter is 'A'" and "today's letter is 'B'". I'm still not fully where I want to be, but whenever I get frustrated with that, I just try to remember just how far I've come. Last year I was scared to death that I'd never get as far as I am now even, and well, here I am. I can differentiate between coffee and tea on a menu (without pictures), I no longer shudder in fear at the thought of filling out forms at the doctor's office, I can follow a recipie (though I will ask Weasel2000 not to point out that I did marinate tonights fajita chicken in cinnamon, rather than cumin... I was in a hurry...), I am fairly certain that I will not have to ask for the audio option to vote next year (wow, was that ever an experience that I would not like to repeat). I continue to work on improving my reading speed (I aspire to following subtitles once again... or if not that, at least the little info-nuggets on Good Eats). It may sound strange, but this thing has been kind of a spiritual journey for me too. I know that I had prayers and positive thoughts coming my way from Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Pagan, and even the Atheist quarters, and I believe that where I am now is related to that. I also know that I could have gotten rip-roaring mad at God for taking that one particular thing away. I'll admit flashes of that have gone through my mind... but not the majority of the time. In some ways, it has been a lesson in trust. A very religious friend visited me in the hospital and said that God had given her a passage from Jeremiah (I looked up chapter and verse at one point, but I don't remember them now) that said "I know the plans that I have for you, plans for good and not evil." A bit of a paraphrase, but was tremendously helpful and I think kind of became a bit of a mantra for me. Do I have a point here... not really, just reflecting. Some stuff that I need to get out of my system, that I feel I need to air out a little. This year's been a wild ride (& don't think that my musing on my own issues above at length in any way minimizes the huge changes that I've experienced in terms of first-time motherhood b/c they don't) I guess I figure that as wonderful as motherhood is... lots of people become mothers for the first time... people write about it, everybody kind of knows that it's a major transformational experience. My other stuff... well, I hear a lot less about that, so I guess I'm working through that a little more without the benefit of wiser folks that have come before me. Ok, at this point I'm just looking for a good way to end this ramble... it's not coming... and I need sleep. Best to just chop off here, lousy wrap-up or no. Maybe this will make sense later? Current Mood: pensive (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, May 20th, 2011
8:35 pm	The schedule is closed. To whom it may concern: In the coming week, my schedule is now booked. As such, please note the following: NO - I cannot make that appointment. NO- I cannot do that additional task. NO - I cannot attend that function. The above are in effect until Memorial Day, but are subject to extension the following week for recovery purposes. That is all. (Now, if I can just actually remember those phrases when the next person comes to me requesting any of the above for the next 7 to 14 days. My brain seems to somehow be rather forgetful where that 2-letter word is concerned... and I don't think it has anything to do with the injury.) Current Mood: frustrated (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 2nd, 2011
9:24 pm	Worrying news from home and thinking about docs So, I get a call from Mom tonight... almost never a good thing mid-week. She has news about one of my aunts (her oldest sister). Said aunt has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Not happy news by any stretch of the imagination, but the doc seems to have an aggressive treatment plan in mind to start within the week. What's more worrisome to me personally is that this is the 2nd of 3 sisters on my mother's side to be diagnosed in the last 5 years. Mom's last mammogram was clean. My doc has not recommended one yet (b/c of my age) however, hereditary tendancies are very much on my mind (Dad had an aunt who also had it). For the moment, of course, my concern is for my aunt... in the long term though... definitely something I am going to need to keep a proactive eye on. Current Mood: Concerned (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 30th, 2011
3:26 pm	Reconquering the written word one book at a time And I don't just mean "Good Night Moon" and "Horton Hears a Who" either (although they have been a crucial stepping stone). Today I completed reading my first "grown-up" novel since my brain injury (Guardian of the Horizon, but Elizabeth Peters, for those who care). It took about four months, but I did it and I'm ready to start the next one (One of Our Thursdays is Missing (thank you Weasel2000). My speed is still not what I would like, though It has gotten much much better (I'd say it's a bit better than half average adult reading speed - I can almost keep up with congregational readings in church now whereas I totally could not as of a few months ago), and I'm only 6-months into my recovery (all told improvements can be made at least for the first year and sometimes beyond). The best way that I can describe what it is like for me is that I don't necessarily take in written words as passively as I used to be able to. I have to sort of kickstart the appropriate neurons and say "ok brain - read!" And, while I do not have to read aloud... I do sort of have to say the words in my head... which tends to slow me down. So that's the recovery status and celebration moment for today. Little Dumpling continues to be a wonderful child. Generally happy and almost too cute to be allowed. He has rolled over from his tummy to his back a few times now, but he is not doing it consistently (apparently he must be in his crib, in the morning hours, and I must be the only person watching). We think he is teething (mad drooling and occasionally he gets quite cranky for no apparent reason, though this is rare), but nothing's coming through yet. Current Mood: accomplished (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011
8:29 pm	Occupational Therapy So, I've just finished my second day back at work. I am now a part-time denizen of cube-ville. Sigh, I lack a door (though since my chair faces away from the opening that passes for a door, I am sooooo thinking of getting a mirror to put up over my computer so that I can see when people stop by). Actually, the thing is, I feel really good about it. Yeah sure, there are traces of the "Mommy War" guilt about leaving Josh with the nanny, even just for a couple of days a week. But it's minor. It's still early and you could say I'm still in the honeymoon period where it feels like a change to me and everyone there is just happy to see me back; but I really feel like this is what I should be doing for me right now. Sure, there's the whole maintaining a career that interests me and so on, but I don't know whether doing what I do at work is helping me to work on my reading or just making me feel more confident about what I can do, but I'm feeling good about it, and that's a good thing. I know my first paycheck is going to be kind of depressing, but I also know that this is worth it. Oh, and in other news, Josh is doing just fine. He's over 11 lbs now. He's still not rolling over or grabbing at anything yet, but he smiles and laughs a LOT, which is loads of fun for Weasel2000 and I, and while he seems not quite sure what to DO with his toys yet, he certainly enjoys looking at them and tracking them when we move them around. We took him for a NICU check-in at UMBC last week. They said he's doing quite well, although he has "stiff ankles." Ooookay. Guess I was being a little to ambitious by introducing the kid to ballet at 4 months? Mostly they say to gently stretch and flex his feet from time to time, and at some point he may see a physical therapist. (seems a bit extreme to me, but what do I know?) So anyway, it's a good day today. Very good. Current Mood: satisfied (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, February 4th, 2011
12:24 pm	A Happier Post Just got back from another therapy session early this morning. Therapist says that she can see definite improvement in my reading (I have been feeling as though it is coming easier, but it's nice to have an objective confirmation of that). We've gone from "Dick and Jane" types of reading exercises to readings from textbooks about brain injuries and GRE tests. In fact, she says that I'm getting good enough that we may be getting to the point where I no longer need (or she can no longer justify to insurance that I need) the therapy. I'm still not back all the way to where I want to be. I'm still reading slowly and I still have to stop and spell out some words. But I've gotten a number of tools and strategies from both my therapist and my teacher friends and it's beginning to look like it's just going to come down to practice, practice, practice. So definitely a good day on the recovery front today. Current Mood: hopeful (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 25th, 2011
5:44 pm	A little bummed Sigh. I was so sure that I was getting my peripheral vision back. I can definitely see shapes and motion to my far right, and I'm pretty sure I wasn't seeing anything before. Today, however, I had my second "field of vision test" and it showed no change... essentially that I'm missing about half of what I should be able to see out of my right eye. I don't know why this should bother me. I mean, I'm able to function with what I have and it's just a test, I mean I can see what I can see. I guess it also reminds me that I'm still very much in "fighting" mode in regaining my reading. More and more words are coming automatically... but I still have to spell a number of words out, maybe half or so, and I read much much slower than I used to. I miss being able to take in whole sentences at a glance (loss of peripheral vision makes this even more complicated, but the real problem is more in my brain's word recognition. Don't want this to be a "poor me" post. I'm still really lucky in a million ways, and I know it. But even though I'm seeing improvement (at least in terms of reading) and I'm just plain learning to cope (with the vision, and learning how to turn on the "text to voice" function on my Mac helped too) it's hard to not occasionally get frustrated/annoyed/bummed by the slowness of the recovery and sometimes, the fact that recovery is necessary at all. The moments are less and less frequent... today's test results just sort of brought it to the forefront of my brain again. I'll be better tomorrow. Current Mood: depressed (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 4th, 2010
8:16 pm	In Which Reality Hits Harder Sigh. Well, after last weeks drama, I suppose I should be glad that my numbers today were not worse than they were last week. Buuuuut they weren't any better either. Translation: I am now on doc-ordered bed rest until delivery, in hopes of staving off delivery as long as possible. While this is personally very frustrating b/c I HATE feeling useless, it is in some ways relieving b/c it takes me out of the gray area of "well, work at home and take it easy" where work is concerned. I have a doctor's note and will be in touch with HR in the morning. The rest of my work efforts will be taken up with passing off my projects to other people who can handle them so that I can stop worrying about them. This isn't how I envisioned spending the last portion of my pregnancy... heck, I had envisioned having a full 2.5 months of pregnancy beyond this point, but it sounds like that's not likely. But I know I'm still lucky. My numbers are not as bad as they could be: the dumpling has already made it a full 30 weeks and is about 3 lbs, I'm under close supervision so that intervention can be made quickly, if necessary. Oh, and did I mention that I have a wonderful husband (who is a fabulous cook) looking after me also? So, yes, it could be a lot worse... but it's still going to be a long set of weeks. As a side note... watching info on the big VT win last weekend... My alma mater is installing digital advertising displays in the bathroom mirrors of Lane Stadium. Whhhhhyyyyyyyyy? Current Mood: lazy (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 27th, 2010
9:39 pm	In Which Weasel2000 and I Get a Good Scare Ok, so the easy-peasy OB appointments are over. I suspected that my BP would be up today... hand and foot swelling was rather worse than usual today. When the nurse took my BP, the look on her face told me I was right. She didn't want to tell me the number (for fear I'd worry and make it worse). I convinced her that not knowing WAS worse for me, so she told me... it was pretty bad. What followed was a lot of laying on my left side, drinking juice, laying on my left side some more, more BP checking and fetal monitoring, etc... Eventually I got passed over to the hospital proper fur blood tests and more BP checking and fetal monitoring. Not having a chance to call Weasel2000 (since I was hooked up to things and being shuttled btw buildings, a nurse offered to call him for me. When she told him I was "in Labor and Delivery (meaning the wing) for observation for high blood pressure" all he heard at first was "your wife is in labor." Sigh, they got it straightented out, but I really should have called him myself. I did that eventually, but it was a couple of hours later when my results started to come back in and they started unhooking me from the monitors. The punchline is that my BP came down very well, all blood tests came back good, and the dumpling is doing fine... however, I did show initial signs for preclampsia so I'm under orders from doc to take it easy for the next couple of days and do a 24 hr urine sample - FUN!) The good news though is that I do not have an acute problem... oh, and my 2nd gestational diabetes test came back fine. So, yeah, the resting and avoidance of salt is going to be taken VERY seriously for the next couple of days and probably for the forseeable future. I would really prefer to not have to go on full bedrest if I can avoid it... but I'll do what I gotta do. Current Mood: nervous (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 23rd, 2010
9:10 pm	Feels like the opposite of productivity Feeling kinda worthless tonight. Sure, I got the whole cavity filling thing taken care of today (not fun, mild discomfort in the tooth, major discomfort in my lower back). Then I worked the rest of the day from home... Addressed a request for database help with a detailed cogent email, etc. L and I had a guy come by to give us a cost estimate for siding (not an immediate need, just curious). The guy was my kind of salesman - in, 10 minute assessment, 10 minutes for cost estimate, no pressure and out. Then I got the Leia cat medicated and foot soaked (almost a full minute this time). After that though, in spite of the fact that I had 2-3 additional hours to be productive... do daycare research, make cake for coffee hour on Sunday, write proper journal entry, clean bathrooms, I seem not to have the energy for any of it. Part of it's physical... my back never did recover from sitting in the dentist chair so sitting is uncomfortable, feet got pretty swollen today so standing is uncomfortable too. I think part of it is just plain old energy level stuff too. So, tonight Weasel2000 and I ordered pizza for dinner and are doing some web surfing while watching Buffy reruns. Call it an energy recharge I suppose. It just feels a little wierd. For so long I've tended to keep myself busy with a variety of things, even while watching tv at night... sewing, beadwork, hemming, mending. Even that stuff is going to be slacking off too... hands are also swelling and going numb a bit... though that tends to be worse in the am. Most of that probably sounds like complaining. A little bit is, I suppose, but it's really more musing. On the whole, I have enjoyed being pregnant. I've had it pretty easy thus far. I figure the backaches and swollen extremities are my karmic payback for being spared morning sickness in my first trimester. I also have to wonder if the lower drive for productivity isn't somewhat preparatory also... in a few months I am going to be so absorbed with taking care of the little dumpling that I'm not going to be getting around to a whole lot of my usual "accomplishments." Perhaps best to start disconnecting my sense of personal identity from my "projects" at least a bit. Current Mood: tired (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 21st, 2010
6:59 pm	Can't I just soak my feet and we call it even? Soooooo, mean cat mama gets babies back from their check ups today. Luke (my usual problem cat) gets a clean bill of health. Leia apparently has some kind of nail infection in one paw. They're still running some tests to figure out exactly what it is, but they did ascertain that it's bacterial, so she's on antibiotics for 2 weeks starting now. That doesn't bother me too much, I've done the kitty antibiotic thing, it's old hat. Buuuuuut the new thing this time is that I have a wash solution that I'm supposed to soak her paw in 2x daily for 5-10 minutes. Now, personally, I would find an Rx of a foot soak to be highly enjoyable. Leia... not so much. Fortunately the vet seemed sympathetic to this (the words were - 5-10 minutes is ideal... but just try get her to do as much as you can). It's going to be a long 2 weeks. Current Mood: nervous (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 14th, 2010
10:28 pm	Broadening experiences courtesy of Netflix One of the benefits of marriage is that you end up doing a lot of things that you wouldn't do on your own and every now and then, this ends up being something that you really enjoy. I can credit Weasel2000 for a number of things in this category, but tonight, specficially, it is movie related. Tonight we watched one of Weasel2000's Netflix pix - Grand Torino. This is not a movie that would have ever shown up on my radar. I am not a Clint Eastwood fan. As a matter of fact, I rather go out of my way to avoid Clint Eastwood (Eastwood for me is generally like Jane Austin to guys). I confess though that I ended up much more interested in and even enjoying (as much as one enjoys a movie that ends the way this one does) it way more than I expected. Current Mood: surprised (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, July 31st, 2010
9:59 am	I blame the hormones... Mildly awkward - showing up for a party early. Majorly awkward - showing up for a party 24 hours early. The sadder thing is that I double-checked the invitation to make sure I knew the time. The time was right... the date was not. Since we have a day full of sociable business today, and will not be able to make it to the actual party, we left our tasty dessert contribution with the amused hosts last night and went out for dinner on our own. ( Crispy string beans in sweet/spicy sauce make everything better. (someone should put that in a fortune cookie). Current Mood: forgetful (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 27th, 2010
9:03 pm	Yippee! Well, got the doc's report back from Friday and the verdict is no gestational diabetes! Weasel2000 and I celebrated with an evening stroll... followed by ice cream :) Current Mood: chipper (1 Comment |Comment on this)