Month: October 2010

Happy fall!

I don’t think anyone is fall challenged these days, but just in case, here are a few photos of the droolingly gorgeous colors out today.

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Just a lumpy dog

Yay! The vet did a couple of needle aspirations on Herself and both contain plain ol’ ordinary fatty cells. So she’s getting a really big lipoma (they’re common in older dogs, basically big lumps of fat), and somehow it squeezed in between a couple of abdominal muscle layers so it’s not movable. Only problem will be if it gets big enough to compress organs or pinch off a bit of bowel. Yay!

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Not a good sign

If nothing else, all this enforced idleness is making me post more often, just out of sheer unadulterated boredom. Of course, since I have even less of interest to say than usual, that’s maybe not so much a plus.

I fear my beloved pooch may have a terminal problem. I can palpate a plum-sized lump where her liver is, and it is not loose. Generally, the loose ones (that you can scoot around) are stuff like fatty cysts. Attached ones. . . eeehhhhh, usually pretty serious. This would go a long way toward explaining some of her intermittent digestive disasters, tooโ€”the ones not related to having found a nice juicy rotten fish or pleasing pile of goose poop. Like today’s, since she hasn’t been out of the back yard for three weeks now.

However, after having the surgery to remove her toe-cum-cancerous-tumor, I’m not inclined to do anything about it. You can’t explain surgery to a dog. My friend Kreespy went into debt to the tune of $25,000 (no joke) to try to save her dog a few years ago. The poor dog was sick and miserable (from the chemotherapy, with chronic, pretty much uncontrollable nausea and diarrhea) for about six months. . . and she died three months after end of treatment, anyway. If Bluedog is on her way out, I’d rather give her as good a last inning as I can than stretch out her time to satisfy my wishes to have her around.

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Self-knowledge that hits ya over the head

I’ve learned something rather interesting about myself over the two (going on three, aaaarrrrghghghghhhh) weeks of enforced stationaritude. Maybe I used to know this, but it hasn’t been, shall we say, forced upon me recently.

I am really bad at accepting aid.

Not quite as bad as Grandma, but pretty bad. Guess I’ve just never had anybody to take care of me when I’m nonfunctional (not in my adult life, anyway), so I’ve gotten used to figuring out ways to take care of myself. Also, despite the fact that I think I don’t do this, I tend to think I can do more than I can (or should) actually do at a given point.

If this means I shall behave like Grandma when I am old, I’m off to find a high cliff.

Snaotheus and KrisDi came up last Saturday to entertain and succor me in my lonely solitude. They did quite a good job. They hauled me out so we could pick up Chinese and have lunch with Grandma, who was ecstatic. And they got groceries for me while I sat rotting in the car. And when we got home, Snaotheus cut up the broccoli and cauliflower they’d gotten for salad things! And they got me beer! How’s that for sweet? Those two, they’re keepers. ๐Ÿ™‚

KrisDi’s tummy is quite beautiful and the grandfetus is behaving like all babies its age behave: sleeping all day and dancing all night. I’ve never known anyone whose baby did not have this schedule. It must be part of their DNA code. Speaking of babies, I watched “Babies” last night. It was enchanting. The producers followed four babies throughout their initial year, one each from the US, Japan, Mongolia and Africa. The Mongolian and African babies had the most interesting lives, by far. I shall begin the search posthaste for a goat to gift Snaotheus and KrisDi with. And the film is instantly playable on Netflix. Whee!

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Tootsies redux

I can’t believe how swollen the damn things still are. The color is better, but geez! They’re taking forever!
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All movie’d out. Yes, really.

Last night, I tried hauling myself up the stairs and driving a short distance. Not a good plan. Sigh. Forthwith, a list of really good movies I saw over the weekend:

Frida
The Missing
Up
(love that movie!)
The Scarlet Pimpernel (1999 version, two episodes on Netflix’s “play it now”)
The Scarlet Pimpernel (1934 version)
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What’s Eating Gilbert Grape?

And a couple of pretty good movies:

Ladyhawke
Rough Magic

If you wanna know the truth, I’m pretty tired of watching movies. And I read a couple of books, too. (I Shall Wear Midnight and The Truth.)

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Photo update

Li’l Chilkat gets new hats

KrisDi requested some Cute hats for the upcoming grandbeebie. As per ye following: First, a carrot. . .

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Second, an apple. . .

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Third, a scallion.

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And fourth, a stripedy one I made out of sock yarn.

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Bid for award winner

I decided to take a page from Snaotheus’ book an’ go for the Goriest Family Pickchers of the Year designation. Forthwith, my feet, the wrapped pics as of today and the unwrapped shots from last night. I’m not unwrapping them just to take photos. It’s too hard to get the wraps back on!

Left foot:

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Right foot:

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Aren’cha glad yer not me?!?

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Don’t scold me

Honest to pete, I am convinced Life is out to get me. I had Blue out at Padden yesterday and we were putzing along happily. I’ve been going out there less frequently after hurting my knee in the summer, and I miss it. We’re moseying along when suddenly, my right foot hit a loose rock (sound familiar?). I almost recovered with my left foot, but a leaf slipped sideways and another rock, well, rocked, and that undid me. Boom, down I went.

I am fine. Not to worry. I’m immobilized for a few days, but nothing major.

I had to sit there for a few minutes before I could tell whether I was going to be able to walk, during which time I swore loudly and inventively. It’s funny how the EMT training kicks in immediately: Breathing? Check. Heartbeat? Check. Severe point pain? Not quite. Wait for the initial wave to subside and then reassess, while excoriating whatever Evil caused this to happen. I mean, come on, it is Not Fair. Twelve years I’ve been walking that trail and I’ve never fallen until this year, and now twice? Crap!

Three kind women came along shortly and helped me get upright. Both ankles hurt like he!! and had quite astonishing swelling already (five minutes, maybe?), but I could tell I’d be able to get back to the car, drive home, and get into the house if I did it quickly before the initial misery subsided and they started to stiffen. One of them, bless her heart, stayed with me until I got back to the car. Her dog, Milo, a huge happy golden, had decided that I was sitting on the ground for his entertainment and was trying to bump me around ’til she came around the corner and caught him. Maybe she was atoning for that. ๐Ÿ˜€

The other two women said they’d had falls or near-falls at the park this year, too. So maybe it’s not just me; there are a lot more loose stones around than usual. Or maybe they were just trying to make me feel better. Either way, I am Most Royally Pissed Off.

Got home and got some of my groceries and the dog downstairs, sat down on the recliner with ice, and called my friend Rick to come rescue me. He brought the rest of the groceries down and put the perishables in the fridge, then we watched a couple of Buster Keaton movies. He went back home and brought me his crutches (I seem to remember lending mine to someone a few years ago, but can’t remember who), and they make a huge difference. So today, I am ensconced on the bed, eating cereal out of the box and drinking milk out of a water bottle, scarfing ibuprofen and icing everything, and trying not to be angry. My knitting project bags are turning out to be great for packing stuff from one room to another, carried in my teeth a la Saint Bernard rescue dogs.

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