Sunday, March 20, 2011

Finally got my password crap settled. And surprise! I have followers!
One of them, I understand. My bestest best friend. The other two though. Uh... hi?

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Jewelry Fair

Busy making sparklies for the annual jewelry fair in SL. Freebies are done, most of the photography work is done. Now to do ad copy and box stuff up for the charity vendors. As always, the charity is Oxfam.
It ain't Heifer International, but it's still a damned fine charity.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

The Beginning Of The Trip

Me: Get in the box.
Stop fighting me and get in the box.
The box is the only option
Cat: ...
Me: See? That wasn't so hard
Cat: meow?
Me: We're taking a trip to Doggy World (the vet) I know, you would rather be stabbed with needles than visit Doggy World, but you get both! (maniacal laughter)
Cat: meow? ... meow? Meow! MEEEow.
Me: Keep it up and I'll start singing at you.
Cat: ...
meh
mow
myow
meow! meow! meow!
Me: Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again...
Cat: Meow! meowmeowmeoooow!!!
(musical medley of cat noise and badly sung Simon and Garfunkel ensues)

At The Vet's Office

Me: Yay! We've made it to the vet's office and we're both still making noise!
Cat: (as loudly as ever) Meow!
(We go inside)
Cat: ...
Me: Hi. I'm here to have Friday's blood sugar checked. (looks around and counts 6 dogs and two empty seats, both of them are within slobber distance of at least one dog)
Me: (to box of cat) See? I told you we were going to Doggy World.
Cat: ...

In The Little Room

Me: You can come out now
Cat: ...
Vet: Good afternoon, how is Friday doing today?
Me: She's going to hiss at you.
Cat: hiss
hiss again just in case you didn't hear me the first time
Me: Also, you might need another pair of hands to pin her when you draw her blood.
Vet: Oh boy.
Me: She's not, like, vicious or anything... But she scratched Dr. Zeis last time and she never does that.
Except for shoes. She doesn't like shoes.
Vet: Ok. (closes door of cat carrier) We'll just take her back and check her sugar. (Vet looks at cat) I remember you.
Me: Yeah, she's the spawn of satan.

Behind The Scenes

RrrrRRRRrrr
grrrowl hiss hiss mrrrrr!
MrrrROW!!!! (cat scream that I can't phonetically reproduce)
Dr. Zeis: (just back from lunch) Who's putting on the show back there?
At least three people: Friday. (laughter)

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Minecraft: It Steals Your Soul

... Or at least all the males in the house. My husband is happily using a cube of gravel to dig at cubes of dirt. This actually makes sense if you've spent more than 3 minutes 'playing' Minecraft.
My son is alternating between crafting in Minecraft and crafting strange weapons in Dead Rising 2.
Me?
I blog.

Friday, September 24, 2010

"Don't you get it yet? I'm giving the land of milk and honey to YOU, not to your descendants!"

Really. My son comes up with the best stuff.
If you don't get it, that's what God ought to say to his people in the old testament.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Time to stab the cat...

With her second daily dose of insulin.
Is it worth $115 every other month to keep my 10 yr old cat from peeing blood and helping her be bouncy and playful?
As long as we can afford it, yes!
(The bloody urine is 'likely' a sign of infection that's caused by high blood sugar -says the Vet)
Curious things about kitty diabetes:
Sometimes, it's temporary.
The vet said there is no "type 2 diabetes" with cats. (type 2 is when your pancreas is making plenty of insulin, but your insulin receptors look at it and yawn because they're tired of seeing all that insulin everywhere)
Cats *can* become resistant to the insulin you give them. The fix? Switch to a different kind of insulin.
Cat insulin is NOT for PEOPLE. Don't be stupid.
You can get needles in a nifty case that holds 10 packs of 10 needles that doubles as a sharps box!
I make om nom nom noises when I feed the needles into the sharps box.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Spend a few years avoiding the internet and look what happens...

Yeah. Google went and made me able to BLOG FROM MY LOG IN PAGE!! I shall now be able to assault my 2 readers with random crap whenever I want. Like tweeting, only with no character limits!

With that, I give you:
My eldest cat has diabetes. We inject her with insulin twice a day. Last night I roasted a beef. It was really really good. I caramelized some onions to cover the roast with and it caused the Boy to crave White Castle burgers. The Boy is in college. I recently got a Sansa Fuze mp3 player. It has a radio. I'm listening to NPR.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Yes. I'm still alive.
My birth son found me on Facebook when he turned 20. He came to visit this last summer. We talk on the phone a lot. I haven't mailed his 21st b-day present yet.
My jewelry business is moderately successful in SL. I'm happy with almost everything I sell, so in that - it's fantastically successful!

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Home!

L did great with his morning and afternoon physical therapy. No, it wasn't fun at all, and he did it. Dr. Anderson came in the afternoon and talked with L about how he was feeling. He removed the dressings, checked the incision site, checked the drain site, discussed PT and declared L fit to go home.
The ride home was a little rough, but he gritted his teeth and got through it. At home, he met his new mattress, new sheets and 5 new pillows. The hubby man got him settled while I went off to Walgreens to get L's home drugs. His narcotic pain pills were $10. ($23 without the insurance discount) His muscle relaxant was $40 for 1/3rd the pills. ($113 without insurance) I'll never understand drug pricing.

Anyway, it's wonderful to be home. Especially since last night was hell night. L's been building up gas since the surgery. When you get too bloated, it hurts like hell while moving through you. Add that to an active day with 2 PT sessions and a lot of getting up and down and you've got hell. There's no drug that alleviates gas pain. They can knock you out so that you don't feel it. But that slows down your bowels and creates more gas. Better to suffer through it.

So he did. And I stayed near him and kept him company. (and helped him shift around and listened to his moans and visited the 24 hour cafeteria to buy him food to nibble on or reject. I was able to acquire a Krispy Kreme doughnut fresh off the delivery rack at around 4:30 am. This pleased him. A lot.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Recovery Watch, Day 5

So much has happened! It's hard to believe it's Friday already. His second night in PICU he developed a fever. That's pretty expected for all those hours of anesthesia, all the work they did on him, and all that laying around. So he got a chest x-ray. No pneumonia. The lower part of his lungs weren't being mini balloons, they were compressed. So he had some breathing therapy. Which pushed more air into his stomach than into his lungs. They decided that he was doing good enough using the inspirometer instead. For the next two days, someone would come and listen to his bowels and press on his belly and ask if there was any pain. Then they'd comment on the gas or noise down there and say that his bowels were moving and that was good.
He had a flat stomach when he went in. Yesterday he had a beer belly, except it was all bloating from gas. Last night, he was starting to deflate and look more like himself.
In PACU (recovery): The anesthesia made him forgetful. He kept checking to see what was attached to him. I found out why the morphene is kept in a locked box. It's because in the past, hospitals have had a problem with staff siphoning off some of the strong drugs for their own use. Locking it makes sure the patient gets all of it. It's sad, and it happens. I can't criticize people I don't know for self medicating to cope with a high stress job or whatever. And I'm glad my son got what he needed and didn't hurt.
In PICU:
Every hour or two they would shift him. He says his pain levels were between 1 and 3 (on a scale of 1-10) when he was resting. When they "log rolled" him to one side or the other, it would go up to 6 or so. Log rolling isn't as bad as I thought it would be. They have a pad under him. Two nurses would grab the pad at his shoulder and hip and gently lift and push while guiding his back and legs. They'd get him about 30 degrees sideways then stuff pillows under and gently roll him onto the pillows. And hour later, they'd pull the pillows out. And hour after that, they'd log roll him on the other side and bepillow that side. So he cycled through left, flat, right, flat, etc. On day two, the rolling to add pillows was accompanied with a little IV painkiller before they moved him. On day 3, they removed his arterial line. Then somebody came round a few hours later to draw some blood.
The whole point of the art line was to 1) rigorously monitor his pulse and blood oxygen and 2) so they wouldn't need to stick him with a needle. He has a strong needle phobia. Actually, needles don't scare him. knowing the needle is going into his flesh is what makes him panic. He can now actually LOOK at the needles the nurses use, and watch them remove the needle and plug the syringe into his IV.

He's being great about his pain. If he hurts, he hits the nurse call. When they ask his pain level during a check up, he tells them. He's not being tough and sucking it up; and he's maintaining a tolerable level of discomfort.
Now for the fun parts!
Dr. Anderson came to change his dressings yesterday afternoon. Everything looked great. He's got 50 million steri strips holding his back closed. They're so much more comfortable than stitches, although he's got stitches underneath that will dissolve over time. There's only one incision. Dr. Anderson didn't cut him a second time to chisel bone scraps off his hip for the fusion graft; he just cut a longer stripe down the back. L doesn't have any discomfort at all where they took a piece of his hip. His blood count is low, but not low enough to need transfusion. He'll be taking a multivitamin with iron for a good long while because his body is making lots and lots of half grown red blood cells to replace what he lost. Once his body decides he's got enough blood, it'll go back to growing big blood cells. Anyway... Dr. Anderson changed the dressing, decided everything looked wonderful, and removed the drain and epidural. Drain removal was neat and didn't hurt at all. It was cool watching them press around the hole and seeing fluid spurt, then dribble out. The last few presses, his drain site made a noise like a whoopie cushion. Taking out the epidural wasn't so fun. They used a stretchy tape to hold that tiny catheter tube in place, stuck right over the incision. Dr. Anderson had to pull off about 6 inches of tape before he could free the epidural cath. L was not happy about that. But! With the epidural out, they could remove the foley catheter too. No more pee tube! Which had been taped to a nice hairy part of his thigh. Sheesh, don't they LOOK where they're putting tape? The nurses took it off as fast and gently as they could.

Freed from all those tubes and tapes, L progressed rapidly. In the last 24 hours he's gone from bedridden in PICU with all kinds of monitoring devices to walking (walking!!! On his own!!!) to the bathroom, sitting up, reaching for and holding his own drinks and pudding cups, and swallowing pills instead of getting a drip. He's on percoset instead of morphene now.

Today, He's getting his first solid food since Sunday evening. And he's going down to physical therapy for an hour. He will learn to log roll and get out of bed without assistance, and show that he can go up and down at least one step. Some time today, they're taking out the active IV. They'll leave the inactive IV just in case they need it. Removing the IV is the last link in the chain. Unless he backslides, he's coming home tomorrow. 6 days of hospital, 6 weeks of recovery, 6 months of no heavy lifting. And then my MIL wants to take him on a trip somewhere. I wonder if he'll pick Japan?