Oooh, so much happened since last night … I don’t know if I have time to read it all.
taxi, I hope your Teddy is alright. Give him lots of hugs and love from us. Me and my boys are praying for you. Or, my boys are studying an interesting bug I just can’t see. But I’m sure they would pray if they could understand anything beyond the sound of food hitting the bowl.
Ashes, I think the Xanax might be pretty wimpy, too. And I know I have to quit the ciggies … although I find it amusing that the version of me you have in your head doesn’t smoke. Because anyone who actually knows me can’t picture me without a cigarette in my hand. I was thinking I would quit when I turned 30 … but then I remembered that my grand 30th birthday present trip to Europe will be when I’m actually thirty and a half, so I’ll quit when I come home. I’m told everyone in Europe smokes, and I hate to be left out.
Last night, I went shopping with some girlfriends (bought a nice corset for Hell’s Wedding and a cute outfit for the wedding this weekend, and some jammie pants, 'cause I can’t pass up a good pair of jammie pants–and another shiny satin corset 'cause I had to spend $150 to get my $50 off), and then out to dinner. When I got home, there was a message from my doctor on my machine, saying he wanted to discuss my blood test results, and I should call him back today, after 1 p.m. Now I’m completely and utterly freaking. I know in my heart that he probably won’t tell me anything more serious than my cholesterol’s too high (and depending on the tests, that I smoke way more pot than I admitted to him), but I’m still all jittery about it. Things have not been going well, and that tends to be a trend with me–I’m actually quite prepared for him to tell me I have some rare blood disease and will be dead by Labor Day.
But, I get to drive to Maine and see my friends this weekend. Of course, it’s roughly 22 hours of driving in a 48 hour trip, but I’m told there will be cake.
To update the kitty situation, I did have to have my Teddy put to sleep last night. Although they don’t have a conclusive test for FIP except after the cat has died, all indications pointed to that and he was just getting worse. He was suffering and neither the vet nor I wanted to let him linger. And the vet was concerned about exposing my other kitty, Lily, to any more of the virus than she already has been exposed to. I think we made the right decision, but I’m going to miss my cuddly boy.
You should stick with ACUG. ACCG is kinda close to ACBG and folks might get confused and think they’re the same person who somehow has managed to date two Dopers (and MMPers) who live several states away from each other. We don’t need that cause it’d start to sound too much like a Lifetime movie of the week and, well, we just don’t need that, now do we?
I hope taxi checks in soon with an update. I want to know if she and Teddy are ok.
oh Taxi. You are brave, brave person. You did what needed to be done, and for that you have my deepest respect (although, I’m not sure if that counts for much given my usual MMP flippancy). I still miss my kitty, and that was almost twenty years ago now. snif.
I’m somewhat distracted this evening, cos Hungry Ghost month started today and no one even told me it was coming! This means all the spirits get to leave the underworld for a month and come spend time with us living folks.
No, I don’t believe that, I believe when you’re gone, you’re gone and that’s it (cos I’m a cynical bastard), but ghost month here is a BIG DEAL, and the amount of incense and hell-money smoke in the air is playing hell with my tender nose and asthmatic lungses this very evening. I’m sure i’ve posted about Hungry Ghosts before. It might even have been my very first MMP post. Maybe even.
I can see the hell-money fires from the room as I type, and it’s spooky man, SPOOKY!
pokes head into thread, sees TMI is still going on
So, anyhoo, I’m having an international food week this week. Monday lunch was good ol’ Bubbalou’s barbacue for the Merkins. Yestidy was Eyetalian at Macaroni Grill. I had the Sole Parmesan what is my faaaaaaaaavorite thing they make at Mac Grill (or should that be MacGrill?) And yes, I know MacGrill can only loosely be called authentic Eyetalian. Today I’m meeting an old boss friend for Mexican food at Amigos (again a loose translation) and tonite Mr. Anachi has special ordered Chinese for TupugDoesn’tCookAndCheatsOnHerDiet Nite. Guess I better look up sommit Frenchified for Saturday.
taters, I am very jealous of your faaaaaaaabulous vacation and golden tan. I’m wonderin’ if I can coerce Mr. Anachi over to the beach for a weekend since I missed out on mine. Hmmmmm, we do have our fifteenth anniversary coming up. And my birthday’s on Labor Day weekend this year. Should I drop some hints???
draelin, I am currently wearing the patch. If I had known it wasn’t going to be as hard as I thought, I’dda done it lots lots sooner. Think of all the money I coulda saved.
ashes, are you a speed typist? I’m thinkin you must be. gene, too.
bumba, I have to agree with ashes about your TMI. Either that or you were up to some kinky hyjinks as a yungsta!
swampy, I could be wearing shorts, too, but the stoopit AC in this building would prolly give me frostbite.
I’m readin alla the Chronicles of Narnia. I saw the trailer for the movie and that got me interested. A girlfriend here at work got alla the books wrapped up into one big fat book and she lent it to me when she was done. I loves’ me some big fat books. The bigger and fatter, the better. So there.
I’m so very sorry, taxi. Losing a pet sucks, and it sounds like you made a very good decision. Lots of hugs.
I thik I will go find Aerin and hug her.
Alright, I’m back.
It’s a little cooler today so Quasi-Daughter and I are going to Chinatown and Queen West (cool funky shopping district) and Kensington Market (ditto). I need jump rings and South American food things and she needs to get Chinese pottery for a wedding present. It will be fun and we’ll go to the organic ice cream place. Yum.
I’m so sorry. That’s such a hard decision to make. I’m hoping I won’t ever have to make that decision, but I probably will. Give Lily some extra pets from me–I hope she’s not too lonely.
I nominate dangergene for the Mostest TMI Award. For today. Tomorrow, I’m sure we’ll have something that’s even more TMI. I don’t have any TMIs. Not any I want to share, anyway. I could tell you about the time my ex-boss told everyone in the office that her boyfriend slept in a hospital gown. I’ve heard that she told another co-worker things that were even more TMI. :eek: I would have covered my ears and run out of the office, screaming “Just make it stop!”
**Ashes², ** my ears are burning. Cut it out or I’ll arrange for you to be shipped to Japan as a “lounge singer”.
taxi, sorry about your kitty. It’s always hard to lose a pet. Draelin, I had a two+ pack a day habit for almost 20 years. I tried every way you could think of to quit, then, like **Tupug, ** tried the patch. It was like magic. Goodbye nicotine fit. That was five years ago. YMMV.
Sorry **swampy, ** can’t think of any TMI right now,
(holding my breath waiting for Susan’s short skirt alert)
Taxi, I’m sorry to hear about your kitty. Hold Lily extra long and give her extra ear scritches too. My cat is getting on in years and I’m afraid that soon we’ll be making that kind of decision too.
We were going to take my mother and MIL on the boat today, but both just returned from Vegas and called to say they were too tired. That was a big “Whew!” to us, because we’re pretty wiped out ourselves.
The temps are supposed to reach to somewhere in the 80s today, so it’s another short and tank top today.
I’m still working on posting some pics to the photo site. As soon as I’m done, I’ll link to it.
I don’t have any TMI to relate to y’all, that I can think of anyway.
Well, I got my bloodwork results back, and I’m not dying, so woohoo! My cholesterol is high (not at all a surprise), and there’s something else that’s high which means that I have to stop taking the pill, which upsets me greatly because now I’ll be back to spending at least one day a month completely immobilized by cramps. The doctor said “Well, you can just take Motrin.” My cramps laugh at Motrin. They dance around and point and snicker and pound Motrin’s face into the dust and steal his lunch money, then go play tetherball until recess is over.
My blood sugar is 102, which means I have to go get a glucose tolerance test. I don’t know what that involves, but if I’m diabetic, I may have to kill myself, because I can’t live without all my various kinds of sugar.
A sugar level of 102 is on the low side of normal. If that represents a steady level, you’re fine. What the glucose test will try to establish is whether your sugar level drops way down because you drank a liter of corn syrup and your pancreas goes crazy providing insulin, or if it spikes high because your pancreas can’t keep up. The first one is hypoglycemia, FWIW.
I have my own hypoglycemic issues, but it’s because my bone-headed doctor won’t adjust my meds. So screw him, I did it myself. (Yes, I’m testing sugars, and I know what I’m doing)
Darlin’, you’re moving into swampy-TMI territory. In fact, even worse for me because when people describe their surgical aches and pains and stuff, I get serious sympathy pains. I had a friend describe her root canal in minute detail and I almost passed out!
Taxi, I’m sorry to hear about your kitty. I know from experience that’s not something that’s easy to do, even when its the best thing.
There’s been TMI in this thread? I hadn’t noticed. Maybe because my eyes unfocus when people start mentioning it. That’s my guess.
Made it out to Rancho Grande for lunch. We (a table of 7) each ordered the Speedy lunch special - burrito, taco, and rice or beans. But apparently, “speedy” means something completely different in Mexican. 'Cause it took 20 minutes to get the damned things to the table.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] and Tuppy, I tried quitting using that patch thing too. No joy over here. What’s your secrets?
I may have gotten the number wrong, because I’m an idiot and all I was thinking was “He hasn’t said I’m gonna die … yaaaaay!” But it was high enough that he wanted me to get it checked out, and he definitely said diabetes, not hypoglycemia. So I’ll schedule the glucose test, and we’ll see where it goes. Until then, I just might eat all the chocolate I can get my hands on.
(I kid, I kid!) Just most of the chocolate …
Two more hours, and I’m outta here, though. Then I have to stop on the way home to get cat food, snacks for the ride, and whatever else I can think of to keep Khan and Sirius from destroying the house when Mommy doesn’t come home. They saw the suitcase this morning … I may have to deal with some sort of retribution when I stop home before leaving tonight.
Have a fabulous weekend, everyone, and I’ll regale you with boring tales of people in Connecticut who su-u-uck and a good, old-fashioned backyard barbecue kegger wedding. At least I won’t have to wear pantyhose.
Oh, and because I haven’t added any TMI yet, I prefer the plastic applicators.
I was thinking I would quit when I turned 30 … but then I remembered that my grand 30th birthday present trip to Europe will be when I’m actually thirty and a half, so I’ll quit when I come home. I’m told everyone in Europe smokes, and I hate to be left out. 
