Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
HAPPY SATURDAY !!!!!
Big News!
Dear Diana,
Catster wanted you to know that The Kitty is one of today's featured diaries
and it will be displayed all day on our Diary Central page at Catster Diary Central under 'Today's Picks'.
Bigger News!!!
The Writers Guild of America has reached a tentative deal with the
Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers.
WGA West president Patric Verrone and WGA East president Michael
Winship sent out an email to members at 3 a.m. Saturday alerting
writers that a deal has been made that "protects a future in which the
Internet becomes the primary means of both content creation and
delivery."
Big News!
Dear Diana,
Catster wanted you to know that The Kitty is one of today's featured diaries
and it will be displayed all day on our Diary Central page at Catster Diary Central under 'Today's Picks'.
Bigger News!!!
The Writers Guild of America has reached a tentative deal with the
Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers.
WGA West president Patric Verrone and WGA East president Michael
Winship sent out an email to members at 3 a.m. Saturday alerting
writers that a deal has been made that "protects a future in which the
Internet becomes the primary means of both content creation and
delivery."
Friday, February 8, 2008
TGIF
I had been noticing an odor around the house, I wasn’t surprised and I sprayed some urine-be-gone at some likely sources and tried to think about flowers.
But the odor doesn’t go away. So I spray again - because there is no thing quite as odor-y as the odor of a mess not quite cleaned up. I fear that Dogger has been prepping her one dog show: Crouching Dogger Hidden Puddle.
I removed the hallway throw rugs as possible sources - which would have been great if that’s where it was coming from. I walk into the house and walk into the worlds largest diaper pail, a diaper genie with hardwoods through out.
But after a couple of day I began to suspect it wasn’t simply eu do ew and may be something else. I think that Singer the Baby Kitty may be male.
I’m starting to think that that while Dogger and I visit with him in the yard every night that the cute little wiggle thing he does with his tale may not be so cute after all. The Kitty isn't doing it, I’m not even sure he knows about spaying. The Kitty’s first official act was at four weeks old as part of an experiment the local SPCA was conducting to see just how young a kitten can be and still survive anesthetic. He is almost ten years old now and if he did have any residual spray, it’s long dried up.
He has noticed Singer though, and now I know how. The Kitty is suddenly very lovely and affectionate. He offered to change is own dust box and asked if I needed anything at the store, he even head butted me the other day and has taken to sleeping in my lap when I watch TV in the evening. He’s feeling threatened.
I think Dogger must be feeling better, today while we were out for a pee break, she tried to hump Singer. Who by the way didn’t seem to mind, even after the second time Dogger tried to mount him. He followed us all the way inside the entry way. I got tired of standing there and squeakily closed the squeaky screen door - Previously a very scary thing for young Singer. Yesterday for instance, the door was big and scary and the screen was out to get him. Things have changed.
I closed the front door. My feral cats at school hated this. One tried to burrow under the door, another tried to make break for it though a window.
Nothing.
The Kitty is watching through the glass door. I open the glass door enough to forced Dogger through and into the living room. It is time for Singer the Outside Kitty to go back outside . I am a very dumb person. If a door is open wide enough for a very large dog to pass through it, it is open wide enough for a very small cat to pass though as well. I clearly did not think this through. Singer was now in my living room with The Kitty.
I wasn't worrying about Kitty on Kitten action, I was thinking that Singer has claws and my furniture has spent its life unclawed and how much I would like it to go into its second decade in the same pristine condition it has spent its first. The Kitty doesn’t have claws, instead, thanks to early intervention, he has very, very strong fingers - He can play the guitar, he knits, he’s fluent in sign... and he does not claw the furniture. Singer may not have ever even seen furniture before and I don’t want him to learn that claws have other, less defensive more destructive uses. I do not need him to freak out and try to climb my couch.
Fortunately, after exploring under my coffee table and a second attempted dry humping by Dogger and being thoroughly sniffed at by The Kitty, Singer decided to go back outside where all he has to fear is speeding vehicles, hungry hawks and predatory slugs.
I had been noticing an odor around the house, I wasn’t surprised and I sprayed some urine-be-gone at some likely sources and tried to think about flowers.
But the odor doesn’t go away. So I spray again - because there is no thing quite as odor-y as the odor of a mess not quite cleaned up. I fear that Dogger has been prepping her one dog show: Crouching Dogger Hidden Puddle.
I removed the hallway throw rugs as possible sources - which would have been great if that’s where it was coming from. I walk into the house and walk into the worlds largest diaper pail, a diaper genie with hardwoods through out.
But after a couple of day I began to suspect it wasn’t simply eu do ew and may be something else. I think that Singer the Baby Kitty may be male.
I’m starting to think that that while Dogger and I visit with him in the yard every night that the cute little wiggle thing he does with his tale may not be so cute after all. The Kitty isn't doing it, I’m not even sure he knows about spaying. The Kitty’s first official act was at four weeks old as part of an experiment the local SPCA was conducting to see just how young a kitten can be and still survive anesthetic. He is almost ten years old now and if he did have any residual spray, it’s long dried up.
He has noticed Singer though, and now I know how. The Kitty is suddenly very lovely and affectionate. He offered to change is own dust box and asked if I needed anything at the store, he even head butted me the other day and has taken to sleeping in my lap when I watch TV in the evening. He’s feeling threatened.
I think Dogger must be feeling better, today while we were out for a pee break, she tried to hump Singer. Who by the way didn’t seem to mind, even after the second time Dogger tried to mount him. He followed us all the way inside the entry way. I got tired of standing there and squeakily closed the squeaky screen door - Previously a very scary thing for young Singer. Yesterday for instance, the door was big and scary and the screen was out to get him. Things have changed.
I closed the front door. My feral cats at school hated this. One tried to burrow under the door, another tried to make break for it though a window.
Nothing.
The Kitty is watching through the glass door. I open the glass door enough to forced Dogger through and into the living room. It is time for Singer the Outside Kitty to go back outside . I am a very dumb person. If a door is open wide enough for a very large dog to pass through it, it is open wide enough for a very small cat to pass though as well. I clearly did not think this through. Singer was now in my living room with The Kitty.
I wasn't worrying about Kitty on Kitten action, I was thinking that Singer has claws and my furniture has spent its life unclawed and how much I would like it to go into its second decade in the same pristine condition it has spent its first. The Kitty doesn’t have claws, instead, thanks to early intervention, he has very, very strong fingers - He can play the guitar, he knits, he’s fluent in sign... and he does not claw the furniture. Singer may not have ever even seen furniture before and I don’t want him to learn that claws have other, less defensive more destructive uses. I do not need him to freak out and try to climb my couch.
Fortunately, after exploring under my coffee table and a second attempted dry humping by Dogger and being thoroughly sniffed at by The Kitty, Singer decided to go back outside where all he has to fear is speeding vehicles, hungry hawks and predatory slugs.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Whatever will be will be, Vol.2
For the rest of Daisy's life she will take two and sometimes three pills a day. Forever. For the rest of her life. Her long life. Pardon my scrambled metaphors but after turning over many rocks and kissing many expensive worms I found the golden ticket AKA Gods Own Pharmacy, AKA Tiffany's Natural Pharmacy. I can keep my dog and pay my mortgage. God's Own Pharmacy is a compounding pharmacy, this means that they take the eight pills a day that Dogger would need and turn it into two.
The cheapest Florinef I was able to find online was 300 pills for $92, Dogger would go through 240 pills a month, every month, forever. God's Own Pharmacy , Tiffany's Natural Pharmacy, charges a third of that.
If you ever have any compounding pharmacy needs, use Tiffany's Natural Pharmacy or as I will always know it, God's Own Pharmacy, the people who saved Doggers life and my sanity.
For the rest of Daisy's life she will take two and sometimes three pills a day. Forever. For the rest of her life. Her long life. Pardon my scrambled metaphors but after turning over many rocks and kissing many expensive worms I found the golden ticket AKA Gods Own Pharmacy, AKA Tiffany's Natural Pharmacy. I can keep my dog and pay my mortgage. God's Own Pharmacy is a compounding pharmacy, this means that they take the eight pills a day that Dogger would need and turn it into two.
The cheapest Florinef I was able to find online was 300 pills for $92, Dogger would go through 240 pills a month, every month, forever. God's Own Pharmacy , Tiffany's Natural Pharmacy, charges a third of that.
If you ever have any compounding pharmacy needs, use Tiffany's Natural Pharmacy or as I will always know it, God's Own Pharmacy, the people who saved Doggers life and my sanity.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Wednesday
I took a chance yesterday, I have to admit it was a selfish move. I didn’t come home for lunch for the first time since Dogger took ill - And I could have, I chose not to. I had to go back to bank again - where they took pity on me and gave me my very own Master Copy of a fraud affidavit so I wouldn’t have to come back every other day. My bank pities me.
On the way back with my prize, I passed a McDonald's. Tuesday was Fat Tuesday and today is Ash Wednesday and Lent has started and if there was a day to say No to Dix Grill and Yes to McDonald's, yesterday was it. And I took my chance. Dogger has been dry and as much as she enjoys a mid-day pee break and a visit from Mom, she doesn't need one.
And to be honest rushing home twice a day to make sure she’s still alive, is taking a little out of me. I’m still doing treatment research but every time I turn over a new rock I find the same expensive worms. But I’m still looking. I don’t want to spend the most painful days of my life playing What if... with myself. I want to exhaust all my possibilities first. And it may turn out that I can save her. Not for free, but I might be able to find a treatment that my budget can live with. I hear conflicting things, the AD dogs forums quote one price, the AD dog at the park has another and my vet quotes is always much, much higher. I think I may have to go over the vets head.
I had a busy day. I heard from my Detective! He has video! The thief is a young, light skinned black woman and she has a girl child. He wants me to look at the footage! Wow! . If he can figure out how to email it. So far, not much luck with that. He told me that since some of the crimes were committed in Cary, that I am going to have to file a police report in Cary. Fine, I filed the one in Raleigh over the phone, not a big deal at all really. It was practicality automated. The police here are busy, they really don’t have time for property crimes. If you can call 911 yourself why are you calling? Cary on the other hand, hates crime! Crime is messy! They have ordinances prohibiting crime! You can be fined for crime in Cary. It’s a real No No.
I called Cary and told them my story. I told them I would fax them the police report from Raleigh and maybe a copy of my drivers licence and when I get the video I would send that a long as well. I figured that would be enough. It was more than Raleigh had to start with.
Sadly the police in Cary are a little more touchy-feely then the Raleigh department. In Cary, when you file a report you do it in person. And, they want the checks. I told them the checks were with Detective Busy but I would be happy to give them his number. This wasn’t good enough. They want the checks and suggested I get them from Det. Busy. I explained that that might not be possible as I have never actually seen Det. Busy and he doesn’t return my calls. He can get in touch with me but I can not get in touch with him. Ever.
Cary is going to call me tomorrow . I called my bank, perhaps they have copies. They sent them to me once, maybe they can send them again? And you ask Why didn’t you make copies of them when you had them? And I say : They were evidence in a police investigation and I thought it would be in poor form to make copies and I had no idea it would cross jurisdictions! Cary was annoyed Det. Busy went to their Target.
Another business also has footage but they won’t let Det. Busy have it without a court order. How is that okay? How is that co-operating with law enforcement? They let him look at it and it’s the same person but they won’t give him a copy without a court order. That’s what I call co-operating with law enforcement. They never dick the cops on Law and Order around like that.
PS. Dogger was fine when I finally did come home. And dry.
I took a chance yesterday, I have to admit it was a selfish move. I didn’t come home for lunch for the first time since Dogger took ill - And I could have, I chose not to. I had to go back to bank again - where they took pity on me and gave me my very own Master Copy of a fraud affidavit so I wouldn’t have to come back every other day. My bank pities me.
On the way back with my prize, I passed a McDonald's. Tuesday was Fat Tuesday and today is Ash Wednesday and Lent has started and if there was a day to say No to Dix Grill and Yes to McDonald's, yesterday was it. And I took my chance. Dogger has been dry and as much as she enjoys a mid-day pee break and a visit from Mom, she doesn't need one.
And to be honest rushing home twice a day to make sure she’s still alive, is taking a little out of me. I’m still doing treatment research but every time I turn over a new rock I find the same expensive worms. But I’m still looking. I don’t want to spend the most painful days of my life playing What if... with myself. I want to exhaust all my possibilities first. And it may turn out that I can save her. Not for free, but I might be able to find a treatment that my budget can live with. I hear conflicting things, the AD dogs forums quote one price, the AD dog at the park has another and my vet quotes is always much, much higher. I think I may have to go over the vets head.
I had a busy day. I heard from my Detective! He has video! The thief is a young, light skinned black woman and she has a girl child. He wants me to look at the footage! Wow! . If he can figure out how to email it. So far, not much luck with that. He told me that since some of the crimes were committed in Cary, that I am going to have to file a police report in Cary. Fine, I filed the one in Raleigh over the phone, not a big deal at all really. It was practicality automated. The police here are busy, they really don’t have time for property crimes. If you can call 911 yourself why are you calling? Cary on the other hand, hates crime! Crime is messy! They have ordinances prohibiting crime! You can be fined for crime in Cary. It’s a real No No.
I called Cary and told them my story. I told them I would fax them the police report from Raleigh and maybe a copy of my drivers licence and when I get the video I would send that a long as well. I figured that would be enough. It was more than Raleigh had to start with.
Sadly the police in Cary are a little more touchy-feely then the Raleigh department. In Cary, when you file a report you do it in person. And, they want the checks. I told them the checks were with Detective Busy but I would be happy to give them his number. This wasn’t good enough. They want the checks and suggested I get them from Det. Busy. I explained that that might not be possible as I have never actually seen Det. Busy and he doesn’t return my calls. He can get in touch with me but I can not get in touch with him. Ever.
Cary is going to call me tomorrow . I called my bank, perhaps they have copies. They sent them to me once, maybe they can send them again? And you ask Why didn’t you make copies of them when you had them? And I say : They were evidence in a police investigation and I thought it would be in poor form to make copies and I had no idea it would cross jurisdictions! Cary was annoyed Det. Busy went to their Target.
Another business also has footage but they won’t let Det. Busy have it without a court order. How is that okay? How is that co-operating with law enforcement? They let him look at it and it’s the same person but they won’t give him a copy without a court order. That’s what I call co-operating with law enforcement. They never dick the cops on Law and Order around like that.
PS. Dogger was fine when I finally did come home. And dry.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Mama Duck
I woke up Sunday morning with Spontaneous Painful Toe Syndrome.
Two smallest toes, left foot. Saturday night, no pre-existing toe conditions. I go to bed, toes are good. I wake up and toes are unhappy - not very unhappy, they aren’t discolored or refusing to bear weight. Just really, really ow.
But I toughed it out.
Monday morning, the toes are still sore. They do not appreciate my shoes, but I don’t give them a choice. You have to be firm with toes, they can not be allowed to get the upper hand in your shoe choice. If you start letting them make decisions about footwear you’ll never get out of the crocs.
Monday was okay, a little limmpy but by the end of the day, the toes were back to normal. Then I went home and changed clothes. Yeah, stubbed the toes. I’m that good. The toes go back to normal, everything is good. The toes are happy. I have happy feet. Me and the penguins.
The feet and I are so happy that we don’t pay attention to where we are and we are running toe long into the ancient little black and white TV that has been sitting next to the futon since the futon came to live with me. I have never stubbed myself on it.
Until now.
There is nothing recently hurt toes need more than to be slammed into something. It’s really an answer to a prayer for them, a life long dream. And I am all about providing life long dreams to small toes.
When I think about it, I’ve been providing joy to that foot since last week when I ran my ankle into the bottom of my bathroom vanity! Another thing I have never done! My ankle wanted to experience the joy of being slammed into an immovable object and I did what I could to fulfil that dream.
Dogger is doing well. She’s been dry since the weekend and I think that I may not have to come home to check on her at lunch as often. Today, for instance, I’m going back to the bank to get another Fraud affidavit! Yay! I took care of all that I had collected thus far but got another one in the mean time and it’s going to need it’s own - good news is that it would only take one slot and I would have two free. I still need to go pick up a registered letter to the faux me and I’m pretty sure its not thanking her for being a good customer.
Next to the added exercise I’ve been getting from running Dogger outside approximately twenty three times every evening, Dogger and I have a new friend. A feral kitten has adopted Dogger. When we are outside, it follows Dogger like a baby duck. It head buts Doggers enormous head! The Kitty has never done that, swatted Doggers head, yes. Smacked Dogger around, yes. Sweetly head butted? Never.
I woke up Sunday morning with Spontaneous Painful Toe Syndrome.
Two smallest toes, left foot. Saturday night, no pre-existing toe conditions. I go to bed, toes are good. I wake up and toes are unhappy - not very unhappy, they aren’t discolored or refusing to bear weight. Just really, really ow.
But I toughed it out.
Monday morning, the toes are still sore. They do not appreciate my shoes, but I don’t give them a choice. You have to be firm with toes, they can not be allowed to get the upper hand in your shoe choice. If you start letting them make decisions about footwear you’ll never get out of the crocs.
Monday was okay, a little limmpy but by the end of the day, the toes were back to normal. Then I went home and changed clothes. Yeah, stubbed the toes. I’m that good. The toes go back to normal, everything is good. The toes are happy. I have happy feet. Me and the penguins.
The feet and I are so happy that we don’t pay attention to where we are and we are running toe long into the ancient little black and white TV that has been sitting next to the futon since the futon came to live with me. I have never stubbed myself on it.
Until now.
There is nothing recently hurt toes need more than to be slammed into something. It’s really an answer to a prayer for them, a life long dream. And I am all about providing life long dreams to small toes.
When I think about it, I’ve been providing joy to that foot since last week when I ran my ankle into the bottom of my bathroom vanity! Another thing I have never done! My ankle wanted to experience the joy of being slammed into an immovable object and I did what I could to fulfil that dream.
Dogger is doing well. She’s been dry since the weekend and I think that I may not have to come home to check on her at lunch as often. Today, for instance, I’m going back to the bank to get another Fraud affidavit! Yay! I took care of all that I had collected thus far but got another one in the mean time and it’s going to need it’s own - good news is that it would only take one slot and I would have two free. I still need to go pick up a registered letter to the faux me and I’m pretty sure its not thanking her for being a good customer.
Next to the added exercise I’ve been getting from running Dogger outside approximately twenty three times every evening, Dogger and I have a new friend. A feral kitten has adopted Dogger. When we are outside, it follows Dogger like a baby duck. It head buts Doggers enormous head! The Kitty has never done that, swatted Doggers head, yes. Smacked Dogger around, yes. Sweetly head butted? Never.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Just another weekend
What a difference a week makes. Last Saturday was one of the worst days thus far of my life, there will be worse days no doubt, but so far, it ranks right up there on the Bad Day big board.
This Saturday? I got the car worked on, did laundry, put stuff away and ran the dishwasher. Just like real life. No tears, my only trauma was non-dog related and transitory in nature. I even did things that had nothing to do with the dog. I left, I did my thing and when I came back Dogger was both dry and still alive. Score. I didn’t cry all day! Last Saturday I did little else.
Saturday afternoon Alphagal and I had a SiTC viewing party. Later on, Broskey and Tiny E brought dinner and a good time was had by all. Dogger was a little annoying and needy - but she’s always a little annoying and needy. If she had been well behaved and unobtrusive, it would have been worrisome. You would almost not know there was anything wrong.
That’s the problem. Should I be listening to the clock ticking? And how fast is it ticking? She’s playing, eating, drinking, voiding, taking things off table tops just as she was before she was diagnosed. I’m stepping down the pred little by little and everything seems fine. I’m still reading the Addison’s yahoo sites and the Rainbow bridge forums. I don’t really feel comfortable in either and they both depress me. I’m not treating, so I don’t really belong at Addison’s groups, but she’s not, at least obliviously dying either so I don’t belong in the Rainbow bridge forums either. I’m in a state of suspended grief. She’s dying and it’s terrible but she’s still living and that’s wonderful... But I can’t pretend that nothing is happening or that it is ever going to be like it was “before”.
Well. The Game. The Giants won the toss and scored first so Yay our division! Woo-Hoo . The super bowl ads have their own Myspace page. I totally have to move to Facebook
I need to check out the counter programing. I was planning on camping out in front of The Puppy Bowl but I decided that I should at least stay with the game until it turns into a blowout. Oh, like it’s not going to. Puh-lease. edited - Yeah, right. Now that was a football game!
If the Puppy Bowl is too stressful, I can turn to Food Network and watch two hours of Designer Wedding Cake Challenge - but Saturday night I watched an hour and a half of Ace of Cakes and I’ve kind of over dosed on fondant so I may be kind of caked-out. TBS is showing some of the chickie-est chick flicks that ever chicked, TNT is showing backtobacktoback Law and Order: Special Victims, FX is running cartoons, Bravo is running Law and Order : Criminal Intent, How about backtobacktoback Project Runway?, HGTV is airing the same stuff they air every night.
Switched to Puppy Bowl and Dogger is watching! The puppies are playing with a squeaky toy and Dogger is entranced. She loves squeaky toys. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her watch TV, The Kitty has watched in the past but Dogger usually ignores it. Ahhhh! The Kitty Half time show!!
Man, my kingdom for picture-in-picture! Oh and I totally kid you not Republicans for Obama
What a difference a week makes. Last Saturday was one of the worst days thus far of my life, there will be worse days no doubt, but so far, it ranks right up there on the Bad Day big board.
This Saturday? I got the car worked on, did laundry, put stuff away and ran the dishwasher. Just like real life. No tears, my only trauma was non-dog related and transitory in nature. I even did things that had nothing to do with the dog. I left, I did my thing and when I came back Dogger was both dry and still alive. Score. I didn’t cry all day! Last Saturday I did little else.
Saturday afternoon Alphagal and I had a SiTC viewing party. Later on, Broskey and Tiny E brought dinner and a good time was had by all. Dogger was a little annoying and needy - but she’s always a little annoying and needy. If she had been well behaved and unobtrusive, it would have been worrisome. You would almost not know there was anything wrong.
That’s the problem. Should I be listening to the clock ticking? And how fast is it ticking? She’s playing, eating, drinking, voiding, taking things off table tops just as she was before she was diagnosed. I’m stepping down the pred little by little and everything seems fine. I’m still reading the Addison’s yahoo sites and the Rainbow bridge forums. I don’t really feel comfortable in either and they both depress me. I’m not treating, so I don’t really belong at Addison’s groups, but she’s not, at least obliviously dying either so I don’t belong in the Rainbow bridge forums either. I’m in a state of suspended grief. She’s dying and it’s terrible but she’s still living and that’s wonderful... But I can’t pretend that nothing is happening or that it is ever going to be like it was “before”.
Well. The Game. The Giants won the toss and scored first so Yay our division! Woo-Hoo . The super bowl ads have their own Myspace page. I totally have to move to Facebook
I need to check out the counter programing. I was planning on camping out in front of The Puppy Bowl but I decided that I should at least stay with the game until it turns into a blowout. Oh, like it’s not going to. Puh-lease. edited - Yeah, right. Now that was a football game!
If the Puppy Bowl is too stressful, I can turn to Food Network and watch two hours of Designer Wedding Cake Challenge - but Saturday night I watched an hour and a half of Ace of Cakes and I’ve kind of over dosed on fondant so I may be kind of caked-out. TBS is showing some of the chickie-est chick flicks that ever chicked, TNT is showing backtobacktoback Law and Order: Special Victims, FX is running cartoons, Bravo is running Law and Order : Criminal Intent, How about backtobacktoback Project Runway?, HGTV is airing the same stuff they air every night.
Switched to Puppy Bowl and Dogger is watching! The puppies are playing with a squeaky toy and Dogger is entranced. She loves squeaky toys. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her watch TV, The Kitty has watched in the past but Dogger usually ignores it. Ahhhh! The Kitty Half time show!!
Man, my kingdom for picture-in-picture! Oh and I totally kid you not Republicans for Obama
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
Friday
Thursday night Dogger really wanted to watch the last third of season four of SAtC and then she wanted to entertain herself by dropping her toy off the side of my bed over and over and then she really wanted a belly rub.
She really didn’t want me to cry into her belly but I did and she was all right with it. After all that I gave her a bath. I was going to do it earlier in the week but I couldn’t fit it in between the laundry and the pee trips and the crying jags.. Regardless of what I’m feeling, I know that when you’ve been sick and especially after you’ve been in the hospital what really makes you feel like your old self is a nice bath. Dogger is no different. A bath she needed so a bath she got. From now on I am her own personal Make A Wish foundation.
Then I decided it was time to move her out of ICU and into a regular bed.
I ‘m getting these weird, rolling, waves of grief, everything is as fine as it’s going to get and then I’m in tears. I can be at my desk chugging along and all of a sudden I’m in tears or I’ll be watching House Hunters and the BANG I’m crying. Am I all right?
When the thief stole my purse she didn’t just steal my property and my identify she ultimately stole my time. Today at lunch instead of going home to visit with/nurse Dogger I am going to go to the downtown Raleigh Police station to pick up my police report. I need to spend as much time as I possibly can with Dogger and this bitch is stealing my time away from her. What is the word for what they call the space beyond hate?
The good new is? I can’t write a check. The heifer bounced checks all over town and as a result I can’t write a good check anywhere. If I can’t write checks anymore, neither can she. Wait, I can write checks at Harris Teeter. I don’t shop at HT but now? If I want to shop? I have to shop at HT.
Yesterday evening Dogger and I were just pulling into the park and my engine light came on. I quickly conferred with another dog person and they said I should go and have it looked at. Lately, when anything happens to me it is either A) Bad or B) Worse. My engine light going on was just what I needed. I raced to one of the Pirates and a mechanic there plugged a gizmo into the dashboard and announced that the seventh something was “skipping” and that the car needs a minor tune up. I was aghast. What did he mean the engine was not going to fall out? The car was not going to blow up in 10, 9, 8...? It’s been weeks since anything that happened to me wasn’t straight out of the worst case scenario handbook, I can’t just lose my purse behind the couch, No when my purse disappears it’s been stolen and my dog can’t just be sick it has to be terminal illness and this guy is telling me my car is okay? He has no idea who he's dealing with.
(note to Alpha Gal Season 5 is in da house! Call me!)
Thursday night Dogger really wanted to watch the last third of season four of SAtC and then she wanted to entertain herself by dropping her toy off the side of my bed over and over and then she really wanted a belly rub.
She really didn’t want me to cry into her belly but I did and she was all right with it. After all that I gave her a bath. I was going to do it earlier in the week but I couldn’t fit it in between the laundry and the pee trips and the crying jags.. Regardless of what I’m feeling, I know that when you’ve been sick and especially after you’ve been in the hospital what really makes you feel like your old self is a nice bath. Dogger is no different. A bath she needed so a bath she got. From now on I am her own personal Make A Wish foundation.
Then I decided it was time to move her out of ICU and into a regular bed.
I ‘m getting these weird, rolling, waves of grief, everything is as fine as it’s going to get and then I’m in tears. I can be at my desk chugging along and all of a sudden I’m in tears or I’ll be watching House Hunters and the BANG I’m crying. Am I all right?
When the thief stole my purse she didn’t just steal my property and my identify she ultimately stole my time. Today at lunch instead of going home to visit with/nurse Dogger I am going to go to the downtown Raleigh Police station to pick up my police report. I need to spend as much time as I possibly can with Dogger and this bitch is stealing my time away from her. What is the word for what they call the space beyond hate?
The good new is? I can’t write a check. The heifer bounced checks all over town and as a result I can’t write a good check anywhere. If I can’t write checks anymore, neither can she. Wait, I can write checks at Harris Teeter. I don’t shop at HT but now? If I want to shop? I have to shop at HT.
Yesterday evening Dogger and I were just pulling into the park and my engine light came on. I quickly conferred with another dog person and they said I should go and have it looked at. Lately, when anything happens to me it is either A) Bad or B) Worse. My engine light going on was just what I needed. I raced to one of the Pirates and a mechanic there plugged a gizmo into the dashboard and announced that the seventh something was “skipping” and that the car needs a minor tune up. I was aghast. What did he mean the engine was not going to fall out? The car was not going to blow up in 10, 9, 8...? It’s been weeks since anything that happened to me wasn’t straight out of the worst case scenario handbook, I can’t just lose my purse behind the couch, No when my purse disappears it’s been stolen and my dog can’t just be sick it has to be terminal illness and this guy is telling me my car is okay? He has no idea who he's dealing with.
(note to Alpha Gal Season 5 is in da house! Call me!)
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