maystone: (Run squirrel text by lee icon by budclar)
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Way back in February, fueled by Bailey's and some sleeping aid or other, I penned the following deathless prose:

And if there were any justice, i would have the squirrel as my totem. Instead I have an ealge, which eats squirrels (bastuhd!) which probably exlplains why I'm such a conflicted and angsty individual. Sort of. My totems are entirely incompatiblige, man. Not good for the psyche or the chakras. Run little squirrel of my heart - my totem is on a ram[agae. Try selling that to the cops when you're out in a field beatig the living crap out of yoursel all alone and screaming in two different voices Stand stil! It won't hurt; I mut eat you, it's my nature"! And then yelling bak in a high chatter, Get the fucka way ffomr me you big beaked feathered sadist! It would b e unhappy for all involved.

Today [livejournal.com profile] budclare gifted me with an icon to commemorate my favorite bit of nonsense. Isn't it grand? Isn't she swell?

Not swell? Today. Dar has been sick. I think that she's finally starting to work her back, but it was bad enough that I was badgering her to call her doctor's 24-hour call line, or head in to the ER to get it checked out. Freakin' stubborn, she is.

I've been out of it for most of the day. I woke up disoriented and pretty much have stayed that way all day :) First I panicked because I thought I overslept and missed my doctor's appointment. I raced to the calendar and saw that it's not until 4PM, so I relaxed. Then I kept wondering why Mark was hanging around. Maybe he took the day off because Dar was sick? Huh. Finally - hours later - I realized that it was Sunday. Yuh.

Ran some errands; had a terrible time driving home. I don't know what it is, but I'm having more difficulty concentrating while I'm driving, especially when the sky is gray. (Forget about trying to do anything after dark.) I think it might have something to do with how monochrome everything is then. Don't know, but I really need to watch it. Anyway, came home and fell asleep for a few hours with The Longest Day blaring away in the background. I need a bumper sticker: I slept through the Normandy Invasion. Heh.

Mark and I fed and cleaned up after the alpacas. Delilah is a Hoover with four legs and a curly coat. You have to literally keep pushing her head out of the way while trying to fill the feed bucket. She's pregnant, and I think she's going to eat us out of house and home in the next 11 months.

I need new herd pictures. Valentino has really grown, and he's more beautiful than ever. He's the first one who's been born and hand-raised here on our little farm, and he's got this very confident attitude about him. I think the same probably could have been said of Sparky if it weren't for all of those horrible medical problems he had. It turned him skittish around us. Here's hoping the next round of crias will feel safer and more secure.

Since tomorrow is Monday, I have a doctor's appointment with my private physician. I'll be bringing my MRIs for him to check out. I'm not sure what he'll make of them, but maybe I can start to get some sort of idea of what's going on. Hopefully the report will have been faxed to both him and the neurologist. I keep feeling that I should be sticking close to the phone because one of them is going to call with a "Get to the hospital NOW" message. But then I do have the Drama Queen gene.

But now I head back to sleep. Thanks again, bud, for the wonderful gift :)

2007-11-12 06:37 (UTC)
by [identity profile] llaras.livejournal.com
awesome icon.

i would be doing the same thing you are doing if my mri came back like that. i have no words of wisdom, only love.

2007-11-12 06:44 (UTC)
by [identity profile] budclare.livejournal.com
I'm glad you like it. :)

Good luck with your appointment tomorrow. *hugs*

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