I’m not sure what I meant by the ‘Cats’ post. I’m sure it was very profound (NOT!)
But, boy I’m glad to be here at home. The pets are glued to me.
DIL came in to make sure I had eaten. The Grandwreks were playing with the cats and she said she needed to look at my lap top. What? Sez I. On the way home in my drug induced truth yakking it seems I told her many, many, things about the SDMB. Uh-oh!
She wanted to check it out and make sure it wasn’t some flaky web site her dumb MIL had got taken in by. I gulped hard and opened it up. She read for alittle bit. She said, oh this ones the nice lady you were talking about. Oh, this ones the funny guy or the smart guy. The flirt. Woman who has good advice. The cat person. The dog guy. The guy who knows all the music stuff. One by one she called you all out.
Damn, I have a motor mouth while drugged.
You’ll be happy to know she approves of the Dope. Her exact words were “They’re really a smart bunch of folks” We’re safe, we got her fooled good!!
Yes, but you have relatives that give a damn and that can scare people used to just doing shit, cutting corners, and getting away with it. To a suit, that sounds like if they screw up even if you can’t sue them your relatives will.
I agree. I’ve navigated the health care system for many years. I have met bad providers and many good ones. You really need to advocate for yourself and have back-up where possible.
I know I’m the thorn in the lion’s paw to my diabetic clinic. I’m sure they hate me. But, I just wanna stay alive.
My DIL is s pit-bull. Once she has you, it’s too late. You’ll answer or have a very good reason why you don’t have an answer. I’m very thankful for having her, in my corner.
When I woke up the Siamese were awake. They were on the headboard and looking down at me. Kinda creepy to wake up and look up at 4 eyes. Meekos eyes were slightly crossed. Strange.
I was surprised they weren’t hollering for food. I got up and actually got to pee before going down stairs. The cats followed me down. Walking down really close to wall. No yowling, no ankle dancing. Who are these Siamese and where are my cats??
I got the little pate’ cans and as I do every morning I read the label and ask them.which ones they want. No, meows, no jaw clacking, no jockeying to be first. No finger nips. My cats have been abducted. I just opened a random can. Split it onto 2 different plates. I placed the food in front of them. Added some dry kibble. Again, no tantrums or fussing. They went to eating. I let the dogs out on the deck to go down and pee. Made coffee. So quiet you could hear a feather drop. The dogs came back and got their breakfast. Is this how the ‘other half’ lives?
Somebody already said it upthread, Doctirs Cat and Cat. They are administering treatment.
The creepy watching you until you wake,well you’re familiar enough with medical inpatient procedures
My mother manages it just fine so long as there isn’t someone spending the night with her. If she has someone to [del]torture[/del]drive up the wall with requests and deprive of sleep, she will of course drive them up the wall with requests and deprive them of sleep.
Last time she was hospitalized I was out of the country; I warned my brothers, knowing they wouldn’t believe me until they’d seen it, but also that having my warning would make it easier for them to compare notes and to finally decide to let her sleep un-baby-sat and see what happened. Next morning she said she’d “slept like an angel!” Bros were unhappy and apologized for not having believed me at first. That’s one of the hardest parts of dealing with her, that the stuff she does is so completely irrational that anybody with half a sense of logic will find it difficult to understand and therefore difficult to believe.
I bet. Dorothy said it right, there’s no place like home.
Glad to hear your feeling better. The regulars at the SDMB need our regular helping of bad,bad Beck postings.
The good kitty spell my Siamese were in wore off:
1.Meeko missed the cat litter box with a particularly gross poop. I had to sit down to clean it up. (Bending hurts)That was not pleasant.
2. She’s still cross-eyed. Not sure what that’s about.
3. Bear screeched for at least 20minutes. I got up to see what was up. Nothing. Hmmm?
4. DIL and kids came in. Bear wouldn’t engage with the kids. On top of the tall shelf. Nose in the corner.
5. Supper was roundly dismissed. Yowling because they’re hungry.
6. Bear chewed and clawed my newspaper, right on the crossword puzzle I was doing.
7. Opened a new can of cat food. It was the runny kind. They’re not gonna eat it. I know this.
8. I was right. Bear knocked his plate to the floor. Beagle-on-a-diet jumped in there so fast.
9. I put clothes in the dryer. There’s a zipper or a penny clanging around. Bear is not amused by this. I’ve removed the clothes twice. Cannot find what’s clanging. :smack: