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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“Hello? Sounds like………kitty food!”Andy heard the >clunk< of the kitty food dish hitting the floor in the kitty food place.Time for kitty ffood!
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What a mess! Andy needs a good brushing at the moment, but he’s a very clever kitty when it comes to avoiding me when I want to brush and detangle him.
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Andy says I could use a spa day myself.
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Uh oh! That isn’t a Tootsie Roll Andy left on the end table. With enough paper towels between me and “it” I was able to sort things out. Andy occasionally has a “hanger”. I’m just happy it fell off where I didn’t discover it by stepping on it.I love my kitty!There! That’s a bit more comfortable.
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This is where we left Andy yesterday. Or what ever day it was!Oops! The Greenie fell over the side.It’s hard being Andy
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This is where I am, Tuesday, the 3rd of February, but I seem to have lost track of my days. Too much to keep track of these past few days!!
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Ready for night “mousie patrol.”
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Andy spent a lot of it watching the scene outside or sleeping in the north bedroom.Jere, he’s looking at the guest bedroom door. Dougy’s ghost?Sniffing at the inevitable Greenies before……ponering them, then……eating them, of course.
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My day was spent waiting for Lincare to pick up three four-packs of empty oxygen cannisters.
By late afternoon, the cannisters were still by the door. Waiting for a pick up, I missed my afternoon nap. I barely could keep my eyes open. I don’t chose to take these naps, my body hits a fatigue wall, a nap happens. I felt the fatigue all. A nap had to happen. So I just took one.
If Lincare shows up for the cannisters, fine. If not, I’ll just have to work around them for another week. They take up lots of room.
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Uh oh. A dark presence wants something.Yeah. Predictable.
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Andy knows what’s coming when……I extend a hand……toward……his face.“Happy Face Time!” I can’t scratch and rub his face too long or much. It’s one of his favorite things for me to do for him.
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Never too old to learn…
One mystery of the COVID-25 experience has been how I felt while breathing.
I checked my oxygen level with my pulse oximeter. Ninety-nine percent, yet it felt like I wasn’t getting enough oxygen.
Even with auxiliary oxygen, I was breathing in short, what seemed incomplete breaths. Oddly, the oxygen level in my blood suggested something else. I mentioned it to one of the dialysis nurses.
She checked my last monthly blood test results. My red blood cells count was 8.3 whatever measurement that is, and that is low, close to the 7.0 where I’d need a blood transfusion!
The pulse oximeter reading measured how high the oxygen saturation was in the diminished level of red blood cells, presenting me with the ironic situation of a desirable level of oxygen saturation in a blood cell concentration less able to take sufficient oxygen to my cells.
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Though I got part way to the dialysis room before dialysis, I called in and asked for help with the last half of the distance, a slight “hill” that adds maybe five feet more elevation to the trip from the parking lot to the door.
At the end of dialysis, I didn’t fight a wheelchair trip back to my car.
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Though this 2025 version of COVID isn’t as rough as that earlier one, it still wipes you out long after the infectious stage, which requires 11 days of isolation. I’ve heard a month after the isolation stage is typical!
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I have two things in the air because if COVID-25: possibly the operation on my cancer – I will find out next week at the oncologist’s; the start of therapy to help restore my strength.
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Andy let me know.In his own way……he hints around that……he wants me to follow him……to the ottoman.Yes, Greenies!
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I found out this morning that I still have COVID-25. Weird stuff. I cough a lot, but don’t feel that bad. It puts off therapy that I was supposed to set up today. I imagine surgery will be postponed, too, and I will end up in the isolation room at dialysis again.
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Sleepy boy.Andy had the apartment to himself much longer today.
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I had a busy day of being pushed around Box Butte General Hospital on a wheelchair.
To Radiology for two chest X-rays….
To the Laboratory to have one of those nauseating nasal swabs swished in my nasal cavity….
To a new feature of the clinics – a walk-in clinic – for a general examination and interview about when these symptoms- weakness, coughing spells, breathing issues – began and a possible connection to my recent time with COVID-25.
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The X-rays were similar to another set taken recently and showed no change or anything alarming apparently.
The Laboratory stop will reveal its findindings in a day or two.
The walk-in clinic findings will help in the detection of what’s going on with me.
On top of it all, one of the staff’s sons and she were in Scottsbluff today, so they picked up eight oxygen cannisters and delivered them to me since I wasn’t well enough last Friday to do it myself. My supply might not have lasted to the next delivery on Friday….
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Gad! The dialysis nurses, supervisor, and our PA truly came through in ways for me that are staggering! I couldn’t have done all of that walking or setting up procedures on my own. A huge thanks to them all!!
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Andy was sleeping in that weird “head-upside-down” position cats do….…when he switched sides.Is he watching me?Well, I’m watching him!Now that he’s awake……he’s giving me the “Feed me!” clue.
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It’s still miserably cold here, but tolerable enough.
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What was Andy’s big deal yesterday?So he could enjoy the bitter cold scene outside, some of which would seep under the storm door that lets in cold from outside.…the whiny……kitty boy……wanted me to open the back door……put the walker in front of it so he could enjoy the view.I’m wrapped up in a heavy shirt, neck scarf, blankets, and a lap pillow to try to keep warm. Sorry Andrew. Hop up on a window sill. You can’t sniff what’s out there, but you can see it.
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Andy finished his wet food, cleaned up, now has a nap to take.I’m always cold. Here I was yesterday at dialysis: sanity mask (I was sneezing a lot); a hospital blanket over a dialysis hoodie over a winter jacket; the heat function of the dialysis recliner punched to the maximum time. Seriously, are hospitals ever at a comfortable temperature?
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Andy’s attention is on the guest bedroom.I wonder what’s in there?Nothing, one can hope!Hey, Andy! The Greenies are this way!Nom! Nom!I feel a bit better today, but don’t look forward to getting out in the cold to go to dialysis….
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