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Homecoming
Clueless is home. I called the vet’s late this morning, and found that he was doing better, had kept his food down, and did not appear to have had any more diarrhea. We’ll be keeping him on Baytril, in case he has an occult kidney infection, and waiting to see what happens next. All my…
Sugar and Spice
If I was reading this in any other personâs journal, Iâd suspect the veracity of the storyteller. At the very least Iâd wonder if the author was suffering Munchausenâs by proxy. Satanâs Little Fart Cloud was confirmed today to be diabetic. Weâve worried about this for the last year and a half because of the…
Insomnia, Frisbees and Tidying
I seem to be going through one of my insomnia cycles again. I had hoped this would disappear when I got my replacement liver, but it seems I am not to be so fortunate. I did get a rather good score on Snood last night, but I’d rather have gotten some sleep instead. This weekend…
Less to Clean Up
“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion… I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.” — Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Oh what a day it was. Or wasn’t, if you prefer. My appointment with Dr. A having already been pushed to next week, I was able to…
Irony
It’s been a full week since my little postal experiment. So far, I’m the only one who’s noticed. Therefore, the only one who has learned anything is me. Though I’m not sure exactly what the take home lesson is. Unfortunately, I’ve now got to check for medical bills I’m expecting. So experiment over, null hypothesis…
And yet again ….
I’m back on morphine. I’m using the left overs from my prescription from last March, when my arm went blooey. Yeah, I know. If physicians who treat themselves have a fool for a doctor, then veterinarians who treat themselves definitely deserve what they get. It doesn’t matter. My neck is out again. I’ve suspected it…