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Just a quickie
1 March 2008 22:45As you can tell, we finally got our internet connection back. They said that it was an intersatellite collision. Uh-huh. I still say that the Pentagon shot it down when they went hunting for that rogue satellite. Bastards.
It's been cold and windy and hella snowy. I haven't had to deal with it that much, being housebound, but poor Dar has been out in it every day. I'm just hiding out waiting for the damn seasons to change and some warm temps to show up. My car is snowed in after the latest storm, and none of us is really up to digging it out, so it damn well had better be melted out by Wednesday morning when I have a long-awaited appointment with the neurologist.
I've completely stopped taking those blood pressure meds that I nearly OD'd on last week. I switched over to a diuretic, and I've started tapering back on the prednisone that I've been taking for the lupus. (Prednisone raises blood pressure, so I want to give my arteries some slack until I get the bp meds sorted out.) Everything went pretty well last week, but I took it down another half a tab two days ago, and a lot of my former wonky symptoms have returned. I'm swanning around the place like a major drunk. Or like I'm auditioning for a part in an earthquake movie. Or the bridge crew of the Enterprise. But the upshot is that my breathing is much better, and those of you who have lung problems will attest - breathing is good.
Chloe is in heat now. She's a lot quieter about it than Jane is, but she's also much more physical. Her butt is everywhere, trying to get some action. Poor baby. We had our vet come over a few days ago to do a housecall; she gave both Chloe and Jane their rabies booster shots, so they should be good to go for the fixing as soon as they're out of heat. Uh, I mean Chloe is in heat now and it looks like Jane is heading back in. It's a zoo around here. The vet also checked out Pico and Little Cat, both of whom have become more aggressive and seemed to be having some medical issues. Nothing was found on examination, but we need to bring them in on Tuesday to get blood work. After drugging their furry little butts off. Seriously, those are two anxious kitties. Piera (our vet) tried mightily to get a blood sample from Pico, but he wasn't havin' any of that. Uh. Uh. She didn't even try it on Little Cat based solely on her physical examination. Little might be little (hence her name) but she's wiry and fast like a freak. (Yup, still miss my show.)
Speaking of shows, Lost is kicking my butt, blowing my mind, rocking my world and other metaphors like that. I can't believe that they have the guts to take the story where they are, but I'm more than happy to go along for the ride. I love, love, love the new guys, Frank and Dave. I got a bit weepy over Desmond's big scene at the end of the ep, because really . . . he's my favorite character, brutha. I've decided to be uncharacteristically optimistic about his future. If I can use that word :)
But for now, I need to shoo Rocky off my bed, which won't be easy because he's sleeping and all adorable looking and everything and I'm a huge softie about stuff like that. If I fall asleep with him on my bed, he'll just wake me up later to let him out. If I let him sleep and keep my door open so he can leave when he wants, I'll have cats trooping in and out all night long, with all of them jumping up to see if I'm awake and available to either feed them or play with them. Possibly hoping for both. Uh, no, kitties.
Off I go.
It's been cold and windy and hella snowy. I haven't had to deal with it that much, being housebound, but poor Dar has been out in it every day. I'm just hiding out waiting for the damn seasons to change and some warm temps to show up. My car is snowed in after the latest storm, and none of us is really up to digging it out, so it damn well had better be melted out by Wednesday morning when I have a long-awaited appointment with the neurologist.
I've completely stopped taking those blood pressure meds that I nearly OD'd on last week. I switched over to a diuretic, and I've started tapering back on the prednisone that I've been taking for the lupus. (Prednisone raises blood pressure, so I want to give my arteries some slack until I get the bp meds sorted out.) Everything went pretty well last week, but I took it down another half a tab two days ago, and a lot of my former wonky symptoms have returned. I'm swanning around the place like a major drunk. Or like I'm auditioning for a part in an earthquake movie. Or the bridge crew of the Enterprise. But the upshot is that my breathing is much better, and those of you who have lung problems will attest - breathing is good.
Chloe is in heat now. She's a lot quieter about it than Jane is, but she's also much more physical. Her butt is everywhere, trying to get some action. Poor baby. We had our vet come over a few days ago to do a housecall; she gave both Chloe and Jane their rabies booster shots, so they should be good to go for the fixing as soon as they're out of heat. Uh, I mean Chloe is in heat now and it looks like Jane is heading back in. It's a zoo around here. The vet also checked out Pico and Little Cat, both of whom have become more aggressive and seemed to be having some medical issues. Nothing was found on examination, but we need to bring them in on Tuesday to get blood work. After drugging their furry little butts off. Seriously, those are two anxious kitties. Piera (our vet) tried mightily to get a blood sample from Pico, but he wasn't havin' any of that. Uh. Uh. She didn't even try it on Little Cat based solely on her physical examination. Little might be little (hence her name) but she's wiry and fast like a freak. (Yup, still miss my show.)
Speaking of shows, Lost is kicking my butt, blowing my mind, rocking my world and other metaphors like that. I can't believe that they have the guts to take the story where they are, but I'm more than happy to go along for the ride. I love, love, love the new guys, Frank and Dave. I got a bit weepy over Desmond's big scene at the end of the ep, because really . . . he's my favorite character, brutha. I've decided to be uncharacteristically optimistic about his future. If I can use that word :)
But for now, I need to shoo Rocky off my bed, which won't be easy because he's sleeping and all adorable looking and everything and I'm a huge softie about stuff like that. If I fall asleep with him on my bed, he'll just wake me up later to let him out. If I let him sleep and keep my door open so he can leave when he wants, I'll have cats trooping in and out all night long, with all of them jumping up to see if I'm awake and available to either feed them or play with them. Possibly hoping for both. Uh, no, kitties.
Off I go.
