the red hours

A highly personal ramble that I know a few people will understand.
I do not make friends-locked entries because this is my journal, and if I am going to lay myself bare and open, I will. If people choose to read and comment, they are welcome to it. I'm just like that.
Yes, everything is okay. Sometimes I just need to vent.

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the red hours

A highly personal ramble that I know a few people will understand.
I do not make friends-locked entries because this is my journal, and if I am going to lay myself bare and open, I will. If people choose to read and comment, they are welcome to it. I'm just like that.
Yes, everything is okay. Sometimes I just need to vent.

( Read more... )

the red hours

A highly personal ramble that I know a few people will understand.
I do not make friends-locked entries because this is my journal, and if I am going to lay myself bare and open, I will. If people choose to read and comment, they are welcome to it. I'm just like that.
Yes, everything is okay. Sometimes I just need to vent.

( Read more... )

now this made me laugh

http://community.livejournal.com/grammar_whores/4102395.html

Now that I've vented in my previous post and feel better, I can get back to the funny things. Or the funny-painful things, like this.

now this made me laugh

http://community.livejournal.com/grammar_whores/4102395.html

Now that I've vented in my previous post and feel better, I can get back to the funny things. Or the funny-painful things, like this.

now this made me laugh

http://community.livejournal.com/grammar_whores/4102395.html

Now that I've vented in my previous post and feel better, I can get back to the funny things. Or the funny-painful things, like this.

another cat update

So, Mom and I talked again. I told her what Sealgair suggested about thrombosis, and I began Googling. I came across a few sites for Feline Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy and read out loud for Mom. She interrupted me to say that Daniel had most of those symptoms, including pulmonary edema and pleural effusion. I learned that feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy could be linked with thrombosis, although Daniel has no signs of saddle thrombus. We're trying to find out if either thrombosis or hypertrophic cardiomyopathy could cause such severe anemia that the red blood cell count would drop down to ten (yes, ten -- without obvious blood loss). Mom will bring this up with the vet, so we shall see (Daniel is now buried in the backyard, so a necropsy isn't an option).

However, there is better news. Mom went to ARF today, and went into the main cat room. She looked at an orange tabby kitten, who was too feisty and energetic for what she wanted. Then, an older orange tabby walked calmly up to her and sat down at her feet. She talked to him, asked "Are you a good kitty? May I pick you up?" He let her hold him and peacefully snuggled in her arms. She turned him onto his back, which is how she tests a cat to see how docile it is. The cat was perfectly content and even purring. She learned that he was five years old. His name was Toby. His previous owner became too sick to care for him, and he'd been at the shelter for two months. Mom was really considering adopting him, since of course older cats need love too, and most people want kittens. I told her to go for it, and she laughed and said she was going to ask my opinion. So, it's a high possibility that Toby will be my parents' new cat. Future bulletins, of course.

another cat update

So, Mom and I talked again. I told her what Sealgair suggested about thrombosis, and I began Googling. I came across a few sites for Feline Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy and read out loud for Mom. She interrupted me to say that Daniel had most of those symptoms, including pulmonary edema and pleural effusion. I learned that feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy could be linked with thrombosis, although Daniel has no signs of saddle thrombus. We're trying to find out if either thrombosis or hypertrophic cardiomyopathy could cause such severe anemia that the red blood cell count would drop down to ten (yes, ten -- without obvious blood loss). Mom will bring this up with the vet, so we shall see (Daniel is now buried in the backyard, so a necropsy isn't an option).

However, there is better news. Mom went to ARF today, and went into the main cat room. She looked at an orange tabby kitten, who was too feisty and energetic for what she wanted. Then, an older orange tabby walked calmly up to her and sat down at her feet. She talked to him, asked "Are you a good kitty? May I pick you up?" He let her hold him and peacefully snuggled in her arms. She turned him onto his back, which is how she tests a cat to see how docile it is. The cat was perfectly content and even purring. She learned that he was five years old. His name was Toby. His previous owner became too sick to care for him, and he'd been at the shelter for two months. Mom was really considering adopting him, since of course older cats need love too, and most people want kittens. I told her to go for it, and she laughed and said she was going to ask my opinion. So, it's a high possibility that Toby will be my parents' new cat. Future bulletins, of course.

another cat update

So, Mom and I talked again. I told her what Sealgair suggested about thrombosis, and I began Googling. I came across a few sites for Feline Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy and read out loud for Mom. She interrupted me to say that Daniel had most of those symptoms, including pulmonary edema and pleural effusion. I learned that feline hypertrophic cardiomyopathy could be linked with thrombosis, although Daniel has no signs of saddle thrombus. We're trying to find out if either thrombosis or hypertrophic cardiomyopathy could cause such severe anemia that the red blood cell count would drop down to ten (yes, ten -- without obvious blood loss). Mom will bring this up with the vet, so we shall see (Daniel is now buried in the backyard, so a necropsy isn't an option).

However, there is better news. Mom went to ARF today, and went into the main cat room. She looked at an orange tabby kitten, who was too feisty and energetic for what she wanted. Then, an older orange tabby walked calmly up to her and sat down at her feet. She talked to him, asked "Are you a good kitty? May I pick you up?" He let her hold him and peacefully snuggled in her arms. She turned him onto his back, which is how she tests a cat to see how docile it is. The cat was perfectly content and even purring. She learned that he was five years old. His name was Toby. His previous owner became too sick to care for him, and he'd been at the shelter for two months. Mom was really considering adopting him, since of course older cats need love too, and most people want kittens. I told her to go for it, and she laughed and said she was going to ask my opinion. So, it's a high possibility that Toby will be my parents' new cat. Future bulletins, of course.

Date Night

Adam had today off, and when I came home, he and Charlotte were in the living room, redecorating with a new string of lights on the wall. We now have gorgeous white lights instead of those strange orangey-red grapes. Paintings have been moved around. And Adam had bought a new showerhead -- a Rainmaker. OMG, it's the best showerhead ever. We also discussed the new tabletop RPG that Adam had created, which I named Mythtopia -- a blend of worlds and myths similar to the books of LE Modesitt, CJ Cherryh, George RR Martin, Terry Pratchett, and Terry Goodkind. Fantasy characters and such. It should be fun.
After we drove Charlotte home, Adam suggested we go out to a restaurant for dinner, something we haven't done in at least a year, not as a real date. He took me into Olney, to BJ Pumpernickel's, a deli/restaurant specializing mostly in Jewish entrees and giant chocolate cakes that are half as tall as me. Adam had stuffed cabbages with beef and rice, and I had Grecian stuffed chicken breast. Absolutely delicious, and we went home with a massive slice of chocolate chocolate chocolate chip cake. They had to tape the box shut.
We drove home holding hands, then took a shower together under the new Rainmaker.
All is well, and I am currently working hard to break myself free of that psychological isolation complex, because I am married to the most wonderful person in my world and I don't want to not touch him.
As my husband whispered to me, "The rest of my life is not enough time to spend with you."

Date Night

Adam had today off, and when I came home, he and Charlotte were in the living room, redecorating with a new string of lights on the wall. We now have gorgeous white lights instead of those strange orangey-red grapes. Paintings have been moved around. And Adam had bought a new showerhead -- a Rainmaker. OMG, it's the best showerhead ever. We also discussed the new tabletop RPG that Adam had created, which I named Mythtopia -- a blend of worlds and myths similar to the books of LE Modesitt, CJ Cherryh, George RR Martin, Terry Pratchett, and Terry Goodkind. Fantasy characters and such. It should be fun.
After we drove Charlotte home, Adam suggested we go out to a restaurant for dinner, something we haven't done in at least a year, not as a real date. He took me into Olney, to BJ Pumpernickel's, a deli/restaurant specializing mostly in Jewish entrees and giant chocolate cakes that are half as tall as me. Adam had stuffed cabbages with beef and rice, and I had Grecian stuffed chicken breast. Absolutely delicious, and we went home with a massive slice of chocolate chocolate chocolate chip cake. They had to tape the box shut.
We drove home holding hands, then took a shower together under the new Rainmaker.
All is well, and I am currently working hard to break myself free of that psychological isolation complex, because I am married to the most wonderful person in my world and I don't want to not touch him.
As my husband whispered to me, "The rest of my life is not enough time to spend with you."

Date Night

Adam had today off, and when I came home, he and Charlotte were in the living room, redecorating with a new string of lights on the wall. We now have gorgeous white lights instead of those strange orangey-red grapes. Paintings have been moved around. And Adam had bought a new showerhead -- a Rainmaker. OMG, it's the best showerhead ever. We also discussed the new tabletop RPG that Adam had created, which I named Mythtopia -- a blend of worlds and myths similar to the books of LE Modesitt, CJ Cherryh, George RR Martin, Terry Pratchett, and Terry Goodkind. Fantasy characters and such. It should be fun.
After we drove Charlotte home, Adam suggested we go out to a restaurant for dinner, something we haven't done in at least a year, not as a real date. He took me into Olney, to BJ Pumpernickel's, a deli/restaurant specializing mostly in Jewish entrees and giant chocolate cakes that are half as tall as me. Adam had stuffed cabbages with beef and rice, and I had Grecian stuffed chicken breast. Absolutely delicious, and we went home with a massive slice of chocolate chocolate chocolate chip cake. They had to tape the box shut.
We drove home holding hands, then took a shower together under the new Rainmaker.
All is well, and I am currently working hard to break myself free of that psychological isolation complex, because I am married to the most wonderful person in my world and I don't want to not touch him.
As my husband whispered to me, "The rest of my life is not enough time to spend with you."