He’s got the blank look of a ‘nip user, and he stayed there like this, immobile for several minutes.
He’s really twitchy now, my next clue.
He moved over to the lapboard and slept it off. Good ‘niip!
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I couldn’t access the Internet on my laptop yesterday. It looked pretty grim because Spectrum tech support’s Jaimie wasn’t able to come up with a solution. I decided it was a good time to stand away from the problem and come back the next day. I have exactly no idea what I did differently today, but I have WiFi again. I hate computers! And I love them to death.
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Andy’s curious. Why won’t I let him come around to the other side?
Maybe it’s because he has “Itchy Paws” and all I need to start hyperventilating again is Andy to wipe out what little hard won progress I’ve made on the nightmare configuration issues on my new laptop and photo sharing from my smart phone.
Seems like I resolve one issue and bring up twelve more. I’m not kidding about hyperventilation! ( I hope the person who cuts my beard and hair is operating again soon or I might be tempted to do it myself. >self to myself< “Don’t do it, Doug!”)
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We’ve had a grumpy few days, thanks to a laptop giving up the ghost, but my new laptop means the kitty boys and I can return to regular posting.
What’s going to fall apart next? I suspect it’s time for the smart phone to go belly up. I mean, don’t expensive things always fail close to expensive holidays like Christmas? And it’s about the only bit of technology I use that’s left to croak!
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Early on the day after surgery. I miss my kitty……and my Andy mugs.Yeah, having a kitty nose to boop!Andy sleeping on the lapboard after begging for too many Greenies.Yeah, no boopery is the sign I’m really missing my kitty.
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My pain level is one-ish if you are familiar with those pain charts in hospitals. It’s mostly at a low roar, present but only with occasional jabs if I move awkward ways.
As usual, staff at Regional West have been very caring, competently doing what they do, listening well, respectful of my quirky nature, laughing – they better! – at my terribly long stories. To the latter, I need to come up with a safety word for them to use when I inevitably get off topic. I think “stop” is a good one.
I thought the surgery would be more painful, frankly. I will have follow up, initially, I think, to let me know if the lymph nodes show advancement of the cancer from the breast. In that case, I will require radiation treatments. If not, what? I have yet to learn.
I suspect more medications are to come, and there are definitely more blood draws, that are difficult on me because of my 23 year history of the vascular disease, WG/GPA that affects small and medium sized blood vessels. What’s left have been used so often that my poor left arm must have very few vessels that give up blood willingly!
Andy sneaking up to boop me!
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I came through surgery with flying colors. I miss Andy, of course, but his caregivers – s I ster Kathy and Tori from dialysis – both are cat people. Andy knows both, and love, loves them – boop! I am comfortable just knowing he’s well cared for.
Just a random email selection of Andy’s on my smartphone to hold you – am me! – until I can shoot new ones! Thank you all for your care and comments. I especially answering all comments coming in because they frequently have their own pet stories or answers you’ve found to pet issues of the day. Since I love all animals great and small, this is and always been a place for anything great and small! I regard each of you following this blog as part of a great cloud of blessings! Thank you!
Doug
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Naughty table kitty.Whatcha doing Andy?Kind of a monkey thing going on???Oh. Resting.Later, Andy became interested in what Kathy and I were having for lunch.Dang it, Andy!Attention diverted. The table is a smellishous place for a cat.Enjoying the little red chair scene.Looking back at us, I think.
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Andy is very busy checking out all the new scents and situations.
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What’s Andy up to?Checking out my niece Shannon’s temporary work station!The litter box is in a new place. Andy approves. (Good!)Kathy and Shannon reorganized the living room with the objective of making it friendlier for me to get around it on a walker or wheelchair! I approve.Andy is especially happy in this corner. The backdoor is cleared up open, with the little red chair, again, for him to watch the wildlife in the backyard; the sun on the floor is great; the litter box is close by; his 10th birthday cat tree lets him get high to enjoy another perspective of the backyard. Did I mention water and food close by?Aw, yes! Sunny spot, black cat!He still has changes to explore, yet I think he is enjoying what he finds. I know I do. My sister Kathy and niece Shannon are minimalist when it comes to apartments.
They cleaned and declutered this part of mine in a day and a half! I never can thank them enough. It would’ve taken me forever, if ever, to get the same results.I go by this reminder many times a day.Andy’s new territory.Birdies tweet, then his “horns” activate.
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All of the kitties that passed – top to bottom: Freckles; Louie; Dougy. Some had been missing after they fell behind a CD storage cabinet. They reappeared after the cabinet was moved into a new position. Shannon suggested this arrangement by the large photos of the two kitty boys, Andy and Dougy, in boxes.
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Lots of cleaning and reorganizing while I was at dialysis….Andy supervised but had no vote.Now….no Greenies!Giving up, Andy’s ploy to get more Greenies was a bust.Hey! On plus side, the little red chair he can use to look out the back door is back!Lots of changes!
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So tired.May as well take a nap.(The mild winter sped up “Shedding Season” and Andy looks positively lumpy!)Staged, of course, but I’m hugging a pillow, relaxed like that. Rawr! Andy’s in there somewhere. A soft “boop.”
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“WHERE’S THE GREENIES”It is a bit sparse. (The blue cup is significant….)The hint taken……I put out the Greenies!
(The blue cup was my sparkling mineral water.
Andy ate a few Greenies, needed a drink…yes! Out of my cup. I stopped him – perhaps the carbonation was uncomfortable. I said a few words, thought about it,”Heck! I’m on two antibiotics now. Cat mouth or not, I’m drinking that! Antibiotics!”)
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It was some day – disaster after disaster. I spent at least two or two and a half hours washing dishes and putting groceries away with my oxygen canula hanging out of practical use!Upset with myself, I put the canula in position. They are best stuck in your nose!
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My oxygen line tangled with Andy’s dry food – see the huge spill!
He wouldn’t eat any of that when I took his hint he wanted some.
When I turned the corner and saw what he wanted, I was appalled he still wanted me to add to that mess!That blue cup gets around. I wanted to organize the table before family arrives tomorrow/today. Didn’t happen. (In storytelling, this is foreshadowing an event.)
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I went to the grocery store this morning.We will eat lots of enchiladas and tacos this week…I hope!Uh oh! Remember, the blue cup is significant to this two- for-one!
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Yes, another fall. It was in my bathroom when I stood up too fast.
No phone on me, no oxygen – left in front room because the antibiotics are making me loose.
Further, my LifeLine lavalier used to get help was in another room. I took it off when it was tangling in my oxygen line. No sleep under that condition!
After that, it same old same old, with police and EMTs doing their emergency things, a trip by ambulance to the emergency room. And blahblahblah. I’m tired of documenting these incidents.
No fun for me, time wasted that was meant for organizing my apartment for the visit.
The blue cup was still on the table when I came back. I was in the emergency room for a bit longer than five and a half hours, virtually the whole afternoon.
I got a ride home in an APD patrol SUV. I didn’t have my phone, so didn’t have phone numbers. It was charging at home. Bus service doesn’t run after 4 o’clock or on weekends. My car was at home since my ride was in an ambulance. I didn’t have my walker. What a mess. The APD doesn’t give rides to good guys as a rule…. When we got to my place, the APD sergeant had to go into my apartment for a walker.
A mess!
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Andy woke me up. He wanted treats!Hmm. Confusing at first..These chunks in the slot smell like roasted chicken Greenies, yet these on the lapboard definitely smell like……turkey!Nom! Nom!Scarf! Nom!Oh yeah, Brittany’s treat from the emergency room day! Andy feels a bit disloyal after fueling up fourteen years on Greenies, but THESE are soooo yummy!
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I don’t know…this still looks pretty lumpy.“Don’t bother me. I’m thinking I need to check out that wet kitty food you just put out.”“Or not. It’s a perquisite I have as a kitty cat.”
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Earlier, Andy hopped up to the north bathroom window. He purred softly while watching birds and traffic pass by. So this is part of what he does, according to neighbor reports, while I am gone. Too bad they miss out on the soft purring!
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Andy chose to “housekeep” just as Kyrie was getting ready to leave.
Nom! Nom!“Who? Me?”What the heck? Kyrie gave Andy a little loving before she left. Andy ate it up!Kyrie, a very good person and superior dialysis nurse!
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It turns out I have bacterial pneumonia. The head of dialysis, Brittany, picked up my prescription She surprised me with cookies and a turkey sub sandwich, too. Both were delicious!
Kyrie, one of the dialysis nurses, brought me home from the emergency room. Her Subaru was the perfect size to carry my walker and other stuff home.
She got to meet Andy while here, and he was the perfect kitty.
What I’m leaving mostly out is I chose to sleep today, and pretty much did it all day…till three police officers came into my bedroom to determine if I was alive or not.
The hospital tried to contact me, but the caller ID showed the phone number of the caller as 762-0666! That literally is any and everyone at a fairly large hospital. I no longer try to find out who called when I have that number pop up. I’m almost 78. I don’t have time to waste searching for the caller, being put on hold dozens of times, getting a “I’m not at my desk now, but will return blahblahblah….”
So, three police officers are there to find out why I haven’t answered the phone. On top of it, my sister told me not to clean because she and my niece would clean when they got here next weekend.
The apartment is a bigger mess than usual. I have pneumonia, for crap sake!!
I’d torn down my bed but hadn’t remade it.
I had not done much to straighten and clean because my sister told me not to. Andy’s shedding like it’s summer: the apartment looks like a pigsty!
On top of it, the police sergeant sees a clump of kitty hair or Greenies debris and assumes it’s all catshit! He asks for my sister’s phone number to verify the cleaning plan, of course, and I expect a new visit to make sure I’m competent and safe to live in catshit manor!
Whether I am physically up to it or not, I will get the big chunks taken care of before Kathy and Shannon arrive. I’ll feel better in a cleaner place, even if it is an ordeal to do.
Oh, there were bags of “used” cat litter that accumulated because I hadn’t worked out a safe way to get them to the dumpster. Brittany took all of them out!
The dialysis staff and patients are a little family at Box Butte General.
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