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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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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It looks like the bumps there still.Speaking of “bumps,” Andy just wants to eat and sleep.
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Todsy was a day at the hospital. During dialysis, several blood samples were taken to start blood cultures to determine the cause of my elevated white blood cells and diminished red. I believe another blood sample was taken to retest the white and red cell levels.
After dialysis, I was pushed around in a wheelchair for a chest X-ray and one of those awful nose swabs. I didn’t need it, but asked for a barf bag. I always get close to that reaction.
A final wheelchair ride to my car ended my hospital business.
I’ve put off getting gasoline for several days because I’ve felt so weak. However, when your car warning system tells you you have a 35-mile gasoline reserve and get a fillup…NOW!..tired and weak nor not, you’d better just do it. I struggled and had to open the back door closest to the pump to get a rest while $3.79 Trump Iran war gasoline filled my tank to an amazing 10.4 US gallons of liquid gold. That’s the most I’ve ever had to put in my tank. Oh well, in California, they’re paying closer to $6.00 for the same stuff.
The hospital dietician stopped by dialysis yesterday, too. Her recommendation for the low red blood cells issue was I probably wasn’t eating enough meat or the taking the right protein. There are protein drinks, but she felt meat was a better approach for me.
I recently discovered wraps at Subway. The sandwiches tend to be too carbo-heavy for me.
The wraps are heavy with meat, however, and whatever else you want in them. I get them with lettuce, tomato, no cheese, and a teriyaki viaigrette. Initially, the meat element seemed too much, but the report I got lets me know this can be a good way to get that red blood cell up.
I’ve tried turkey and beef wraps so far.
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Yes,”The Stare!”Andy is “guiding” me somewhere. Any guesses?Yes.“So you want Greenies, Andrew?”Dumb question!
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The state of the bump….We had ice rain. Thanks to neighbor Bret, he got my car key and defrosted iced over windows and a frozen door. The scooped the snow from my car to my front door and put devices on iced over placed to make it safer for me to get to my car to get to dialysis.
At the hospital, staff brought me in on a wheelchair and made sure I got on it at a spot by the main door that was ice free.
They gave me an oxygen tank at the hospital since the one I had was gushing oxygen through a defective part.(Oxygen,thanks to the dialysis staff. Whew!)
Unfortunately, all this started because there was a solid sheet of ice where I park at the hospital. I called the dialysis unit for a wheelchair ride.
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To top the miserable, demoralizing morning off, the last oxygen tank with anything in it turned out to be a leaker – the 12 oxygen cannisters Lincare was supposed to deliver, weren’t!!! Weather will be given as a reason I suppose, but the potential crisis I face till next Friday’s delivery is 13 empty canistrrs and none full.
I AM MAD AS HELL!Unhappy Doug in the dialysis room.
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…and Andy sleeps peacefully away.So cute!
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Andy finished his treats, then took a long nap.Looks comfortable…for a kitty!Zzzz..He changed positions.
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State of “The Lump.”
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Andy wouldn’t tough the Greenies that sar out since morning.When a new container arrived this afternoon……it was a different story!Nom! Nom!Then it was off to the water fountain for a drink. (His left leg has one of those loose hair situations I’ve been trying to remove all week.)
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A week later, the lump’s looking better.
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Andy has a bald spot where I removed a huge mat. He also has long enough hair around the bald spot for a “combover.” LOL!
In any photo this time of year, those light colored patches of hair are shedding hair. Andy starts scratching and tugging these off his body. The carpet is a hair mat!
Sometimes, I can help him by brushing the loose hair out, but it isn’t a total solution.
What a tangled mess! Andy’s tummy is the hardest place to get his cooperation to brush. It really needs it now, and I will probably end up forcing the issue, making him upset.
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Another day, another, well, day.Andy’s watching the guest bedroom door. How, um, well, “open”. Not much happening there.Looking at the wall. Not anything exciting there, either. Usually, I can count on a spider or big bug to show up….Then, there’s always Doug. If I stare long enough, he’ll toss some Greenies on the lapboard. Hey, Doug! What’s the lump status on your banged up head?Well, Andrew, looks like there are still a couple big’uns there. My head must have hit the bricks, then bounced to get that result! Alternative theory: There are large spaces worn between these bricks put down in 1922. I hit two bricks when I fell. Ick! They don’t hurt if I don’t touch them. (THEN DON’T TOUCH THEM, DUMMY!)
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