Confirmation and indecision

This is a time when I wish I was wrong.  Cotton had a vet appointment today.  She confirmed what I've thought for a while. He's going blind.  I figured this was the case, since he hasn't been able to go up or down stairs after dark for about a year.  He's got cataracts, which are not painful; he's just losing his sight.  There is the option of (very expensive) surgery to fix this, but I'm going to wait and see.  He's mostly an inside dog, so if he adjusts OK, I'll probably let nature take its course.

I'm not sure what to do about work.  I had originally planned to be off work for eight weeks.  However, based on the success of the surgery and the fact that I was released from the hospital a few days earlier than expected, my surgeon told me I could probably go back to work after six weeks.  Today is five weeks, and I'm not feeling quite ready to go back.  I'm feeling a lot better, but I'm still pretty tired and sore.  I'm not sure if another week will make enough of a difference.   Then again, maybe I'm sleeping so much because I'm in vacation mode.  My job's not exactly physical, so whether I'm sore at home or work shouldn't make a difference, should it?  I  might end up touching base with the Boss to see what she says.

This'n That

• Did you see Grey's Last night?  LOVED IT.  It may not have been the best singing all around, but Sara Ramirez (Callie) blew it out of the water.  That opening sequence was amazing.
• I also watched Mobbed, which I'd recorded earlier.  It's about flash mobs, which I generally enjoy.  This one was good - actually pretty impressive, considering the limited prep time - but I'm still in awe that anyone would want to marry such a snivelling, jealous woman.    Men, please take note - if your girlfriend doesn't trust you, marrying her won't change anything.
• They mentioned doing a flash mob for somebody wanting to quit their job.  I'd love to see that.
• It's gorgeous outside today. The snow's melting so fast that you can hear water trickling everywhere, even when you're inside.  It makes me want to go jump in some puddles.
• Since March 3, I have had a total of 5 cans of pop.  I used to drink at least 2 a day, but I took advantage of the pain killers from the surgery to deal with the caffeine withdrawal headaches.  I think it's safe to say that my addiction is gone.
• Google totally got me with GMail motion, hook line and sinker.  It seemed kind of clumsy, but I figured I should give it a try. 

And an addition, because I need to whine.

• I was sideswiped by a bull mastiff today.  Those muscles that stop you from falling when somebody (something) knocks your knees out from the back of the legs?  Those are ab muscles.  Ouch.

A different perspective

Tallulah didn't want to be outdone.

Fresh Vegetables

I've been eating meals that I made ahead and froze in individual packages all March, and while it's been convenient, I am incredibly sick of tomato-based... whatever.  Chili.  Soup. Stew.  Pasta Sauce.      Bleh.


I really just wanted some fresh vegetables, so tonight I made  a stir fry.

Thank you, God for the food we eat.

Amen.

11 pounds

I was hesitant to say this, because I was afraid it would be temporary.  It's been almost a month, though, and so far it's holding true.

I lost 11 pounds of fluid in the days following my surgery, most of that from my feet.

Yesterday, a friend and I celebrated the return of my feet tendons by going out for a mani/peti.

I let the lady who did my nails pick the colours and pattern.  I don't know what that thing is on my big toes... not really all that fond of it either.  But my feet aren't swollen, so I don't care.

A gift from the boys

I wear a Pandora bracelet, so when people give me gifts, lately they tend to be Pandora beads.

My preference tends to lean towards the more intricate beads.  I like filigree and colour, so I tend to pick out the ones that have stones.  Nestled amongst some of my most ornate beads, however, is a new favorite.

It came from my nephews.  My sister said she brought them to the store, told them they were going to select a gift for me, pointed out the section they should choose from and let them pick.  They thought about it for a good fifteen minutes, I hear.  They compared them all, debated over it for a while, ruled some out and eventually decided on the best one.

My nephews, after a great deal of thought, decided that the most appropriate bead for me would be a toad.

It makes me smile every time I see it.

DIY grooming

Himself loves to be combed.  In fact, he'd want me to comb him 24/7  if I was willing.  I do comb him fairly often, but that leads to problems.  First, he's an angora.  His hair floats in the air at the best of times, and there's really no way to comb him without finding yourself in a cloud of long white cat hair that clings to your clothes and your eyelashes.  And that leads to the second problem - I'm allergic to him.  I love him.  I don't love the sniffing, sneezing and watering eyes that happens when I comb him.

And so, sometimes, I let him do it himself.

Somehow, I don't think he minds.

Follow up from the vet visit:  The vet suspected that he had a bladder infection, and gave him a shot that takes effect over three days.  He seems to be doing better, but is still having moments of supreme crankiness.  She also wonders if he might have arthritis in his hips, which would take an xray to confirm.  If he does have arthritis, then she's got a number of treatments that we can discuss; but we're both hoping the shot will be all he needed.