The vet called, so I am a little relieved. Ripple’s EKG and blood work were good.
Surgery is still on for the 13th.
I asked if it could be done sooner, but the vet said no, as she is hoping the meds make the tumor shrink a little.
She also told me to stay away from Google as I am making myself crazy.
Waiting is hard.
Sometimes you just want to do it and get it over with.
We are supposed to meet with the lawyer on Jan 25 and there is no way my son can get a vacation day for that day. My friend told me to have him call in sick that day. I have never known a company that tells you, if you really need time off, just call in sick.
Every company I ever worked for gave you a bunch of shit if you called in sick.
I really don’t want to go, but it is three weeks from now, so I might feel different by then.
I’m just really pissed off that my niece slacked off and this is still going on. The lawyer told her to finish it up so that it didn’t go into another tax year.
Of course, if I say anything, she’ll just get pissy about it and take even longer.
Truth is, even though I’m not supposed to know much, NIece1 left her husband, moved in with a new old bf, and all she cares about is spending time with him.
It’s nice to be in love, but you don’t get to ignore your obligations.
So, the rest of us have to sit here on hold.
I had PT today, and I am always hurting afterwards.
I asked if I could please have a schedule where I go the same days at the same time each week. That seems to be impossible. They couldn’t even fit me in for another day this week. I like to go later in the day as it seems that parking is easier then. I have quite literally driven around the parking lot for 15 minutes trying to find a space. The parking lot is big too, there has to be more than 100 spaces in it.
At least I have made progress.
Ripple was so cute when I got back. Cerby is a little fool who whines and cries and jumps all over me. Ripple and Echo rush up with wagging tails, but they don’t get all crazy with the crying and jumping.
Ripple had brought the mail into the kitchen while I was gone. He picked up one piece and brought it to me. Then he ran over to the other piece and pounced on it and play-bowed all around it before picking it up and bringing it to me.
He is so proud when he brings me the mail.
Sometimes he can be a little shit and drop it where I can’t reach it, then I have to give him a treat to bring it the rest of the way.
I cannot imagine milking a zebra, and surviving the experience. They are supposed to be vicious little fucks. I’m lactose intolerant, but I can handle cheese as long as I don’t go too crazy. Ice cream is iffy, but since I don’t like it that much anyway, it’s not a problem. Every now and then I get a craving for it, like after I had pneumonia last year. All I could eat was ice cream and potato chips. Two foods I normally don’t care about, and they were the only things that didn’t make me feel sick.
I miss peanut butter. I’ve eaten it my whole life until a few years ago when I had a bad reaction. I had noticed before that that a little Reeses cup would make my throat scratchy.
Sometimes when I see the jar in the pantry, I want some. I stay away from it though; I won’t even use it to give the dogs pills.
Almonds make my mouth tingle, so now I try to avoid them too.
I use the Hot Hands Toe Warmers, they work well although you need to put them on the outside of your sock. I’ve never tried the hand warmers. The hand warmers I use have a usb plug.