Things are not good. They started out good in that I finished my mosaic (my absence from here was due to spending every last damn moment I could in the garage toiling away at the damn thing). Then things went bad. Whoopis is very sick, and we're waiting for the vet to come see him. I am very worried this is it for my little guy. He's having problems breathing and seems to have gone suddenly blind in one eye. And he's drooling a foul brickish-colored mucousy substance. Please say it is not blood and just weird cat snot, and that he has a cold. I don't even care if he loses the eye. Just let my baby be okay.
Oh, I also have a pain in my right side. I woke up with it yesterday and it has not gone away. It is not near my navel, and I refuse to think it is appendicitis. I take high dosages of iron, and seriously hope it is just constipation. It is not acute. It more like a menstrual cramp that doesn't go away. Like someone is lightly squeezing an ovary. Nothing to make me scream, but hard enough for me to say "cut it out." I am horrified at the thought of going to the doctor to find out I just need to take a huge shit.
I would hate for The Boy to have to deal with me having surgery and with Whoopis dying. I'd hate it, too, but at least I would be knocked out for some of it.
For now, I'm just going to sit here on the couch and watch Whoopis breathe and gurgle.
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10 November 2010
09 March 2010
Sophorine For Sale in May!
The sweet smell of spring is finally in the air. My Texas Mountain Laurel doesn't seem to be in bloom yet, so there are only sweeter smells to come. If you don't know what a Texas mountain laurel is, go find one when it is blooming, and you will smell the most awesome grape Kool-Aid smell ever! I know it seems crazy, and that I must be lying,, and am just trying to get you to stick your nose where a lot of bees hang out, but this is totally a true story. The bees, too. Good smells for a bee up your nose is absolutely worth it in this case. Also, avoid putting the red seeds in your mouth--they are highly poisonous. I have no idea if they are a good suicide method. However, they seem to be a good narcotic and are hallucinogenic. Perhaps I should quit my job and just sell the red seeds that are all over the ground after the flowering.
March in central Texas is so pleasant. I saw my first bluebonnets of the year alongside I-35 this afternoon. There are some trees with white fluffy bits on them (I have no idea what kind of trees they are; they aren't particularly pretty, not like fruit trees; something more manly and coarse; update: I'm told that there is a chance they are Bradford pears). Soon the wisteria will be in bloom and there will be ducklings in the water. I'll have to start taking lunches again just so I can be outside every day to enjoy it. Thank to The Boy, I now have a good telephoto lens to help me spy on all the creatures around the creek in back of my office building.
It is so beautiful outside, nice and warm, that I don't even care that there is some pollen out there making my eyes gooey with floating boogers. Bring it on spring. I'm ready for you!
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I was looking at something today, and there was a person referenced whose last name is Barfnecht. I find this inconceivable. How did this person even become an adult--wasn't killed as a child through serious playground abuse? At the very least, shouldn't this person be an agoraphobe hiding away from society and not letting that name appear on any printed materials?
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Last night's House was totally silly (yet, of course, enjoyable for obvious reasons). Please take note right now, I will always gladly espouse on poo--my poo, your poo, a stranger's poo. Poo for all! I'm surprised that this character really would have never mentioned her poo before (with the excuse that no one cares about that stuff--how untrue! Who cares about your relationship when there is poo to be discussed?!). Then there's the whole problem that she almost dies and it takes the whole episode and a House epiphany to get us to her issue. Lame. As doctors, they totally would have already been monitoring her poos. They would have taken a sample, they would be making records of her bowel movements (that girl is hooked up in every possible way--she wasn't walking over to the stall every time she needed to go; there'd be a bedpan under That '70s ass). It's so great that she took all this with such equanimity and didn't start screaming how she was going to sue them for not checking the most basic of symptoms.
As far as I am aware, I have never had a floater. Just sinkers of various colors. Nor do I generally have pellets, but it has happened. Since I take 65mg of iron daily, my poos are going to remain very solid. Go iron! Go green poos!
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Even Bear and Whoopis are in the mood to go outside. Listen to Bear make his goat noises. He desires to bleat and get his coat all dirty. Whoopis (seen attempting to eat a plant) will likely lick it all off of Bear later, because he is way nicer than I am. You roll in dirty, your problem on how you get clean.
March in central Texas is so pleasant. I saw my first bluebonnets of the year alongside I-35 this afternoon. There are some trees with white fluffy bits on them (I have no idea what kind of trees they are; they aren't particularly pretty, not like fruit trees; something more manly and coarse; update: I'm told that there is a chance they are Bradford pears). Soon the wisteria will be in bloom and there will be ducklings in the water. I'll have to start taking lunches again just so I can be outside every day to enjoy it. Thank to The Boy, I now have a good telephoto lens to help me spy on all the creatures around the creek in back of my office building.
It is so beautiful outside, nice and warm, that I don't even care that there is some pollen out there making my eyes gooey with floating boogers. Bring it on spring. I'm ready for you!
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I was looking at something today, and there was a person referenced whose last name is Barfnecht. I find this inconceivable. How did this person even become an adult--wasn't killed as a child through serious playground abuse? At the very least, shouldn't this person be an agoraphobe hiding away from society and not letting that name appear on any printed materials?
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Last night's House was totally silly (yet, of course, enjoyable for obvious reasons). Please take note right now, I will always gladly espouse on poo--my poo, your poo, a stranger's poo. Poo for all! I'm surprised that this character really would have never mentioned her poo before (with the excuse that no one cares about that stuff--how untrue! Who cares about your relationship when there is poo to be discussed?!). Then there's the whole problem that she almost dies and it takes the whole episode and a House epiphany to get us to her issue. Lame. As doctors, they totally would have already been monitoring her poos. They would have taken a sample, they would be making records of her bowel movements (that girl is hooked up in every possible way--she wasn't walking over to the stall every time she needed to go; there'd be a bedpan under That '70s ass). It's so great that she took all this with such equanimity and didn't start screaming how she was going to sue them for not checking the most basic of symptoms.
As far as I am aware, I have never had a floater. Just sinkers of various colors. Nor do I generally have pellets, but it has happened. Since I take 65mg of iron daily, my poos are going to remain very solid. Go iron! Go green poos!
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Even Bear and Whoopis are in the mood to go outside. Listen to Bear make his goat noises. He desires to bleat and get his coat all dirty. Whoopis (seen attempting to eat a plant) will likely lick it all off of Bear later, because he is way nicer than I am. You roll in dirty, your problem on how you get clean.
22 February 2010
A Couple Deep-Fried Hams and a Side of Sleep, Please
The Boy is busy turning 40 in his sleep. I am uncharacteristically not sleeping, which is frustrating since it happens so rarely to me (well, it would probably be even more frustrating if this was a normal thing, the lack of sleep would probably drive me to some pretty horrible things). Compounding my inability to sleep are a) Whoopis and b) intense calf pain. Whoopis is diabetic and goes through phases of being a nice, normal nocturnal cat, to a raging wild hungry beast, who will do anything to get your attention, because dammit, he really wants a fucking deep-fried ham and some beer to go with it. Tonight he felt the need to bat at the alarm clock, which is a truly disturbing and annoying racket. I gave in, like the bad mommy I am, and gave him some kibble. A common refrain around the house is, "Oh, that ker-razy Whoopis!." Feeding him was not easy to do because my calves are on strike, so it's like I am walking on stilts with my knees. Yesterday was spent moving Wikus out of his 2nd-floor apartment and in to a 3rd-floor apartment. I held up pretty well the first 4 hours, but flagged in the fifth. That's a lot of stairs, and as we know, I'm a lover of the couch. Thank goodness I had lemon poundcake for breakfast that morning and pizza for lunch. Where else would I get all the energy I needed for the task?
Today my calves are angry, swollen and pregnant with what feels like a large rock in each leg. To get to my office I must go down one flight of parking-garage stairs, and another flight inside the building (it's a slightly odd set-up). After taking my first step, I thought it would probably be less painful to just throw myself down the stairs. The only reason I didn't was because all I could think was it would be my luck to break my neck and suffer the humility of living through it and having my dress up over my head with my large, be-pantied ass hanging out for all to see.
Sometimes I think through the plan; other times I just let boxes of water drop on my head. Today was obviously a better day for working on following common sense.
Here's Whoopis on The Boy's birthday present about a week before our floors were installed:
He's going to be so sad tomorrow when that box is opened and later broken down for recycling. All the cats have enjoyed playing King of the Mountain on it. It seemed especially timely after the Orange Lover's death--they are re-establishing their hierarchy and this box certainly helped out with that. Though, it seems that poor Bear is still on the bottom, but doesn't mind sharing the box at times with Whoopis (check out the Bear's mighty-fine whiskers):
Mattress, however, has no time for the birthday box; he's too busy trying to mind-meld with the OED (I'm assuming here that mind-melding only works when your eyes are all glowy and freaky looking):
Today my calves are angry, swollen and pregnant with what feels like a large rock in each leg. To get to my office I must go down one flight of parking-garage stairs, and another flight inside the building (it's a slightly odd set-up). After taking my first step, I thought it would probably be less painful to just throw myself down the stairs. The only reason I didn't was because all I could think was it would be my luck to break my neck and suffer the humility of living through it and having my dress up over my head with my large, be-pantied ass hanging out for all to see.
Sometimes I think through the plan; other times I just let boxes of water drop on my head. Today was obviously a better day for working on following common sense.
Here's Whoopis on The Boy's birthday present about a week before our floors were installed:
He's going to be so sad tomorrow when that box is opened and later broken down for recycling. All the cats have enjoyed playing King of the Mountain on it. It seemed especially timely after the Orange Lover's death--they are re-establishing their hierarchy and this box certainly helped out with that. Though, it seems that poor Bear is still on the bottom, but doesn't mind sharing the box at times with Whoopis (check out the Bear's mighty-fine whiskers):
Mattress, however, has no time for the birthday box; he's too busy trying to mind-meld with the OED (I'm assuming here that mind-melding only works when your eyes are all glowy and freaky looking):
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