Sometimes, when I least expect it, Dougy or Andy sneaks up on me and startles the bejeebers out of me!
BOO!
“…must check my pants!”
Monthly Archives: October 2016
Post 1168: Andy rips it up…
I occasionally forget to pay attention to whether my printer is set up to catch papers coming out. Bad mistake! Andy pays attention every time and if the printer’s pooping pages onto the floor…Andy’s right there!
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Andy guards the pile he’s already begun to trash, chew, and pose on…!
“Am I being watched?” Andy knows he’s being a bad boy, I think.
Woo hoo! Andy gets to it! He “sorts” the pages.
> rip! rip! rip! <
Andy is in a frenzy!
“What?! What? What’s wrong?” Andy protests his innocence.
Yeah. Innocent in a pile of shredded paper!
Heck! I can print it out again! Can’t… Resist… That… Kitty… Face….!
Oh dear! Once again I succumb to the wiles of my kitties. They can do no wrong, no matter how naughty. It’s the eyes, I tell you. The EYES!!!
Post 1167: Andy poses nicely…
On this quiet morning, Andy poses nicely on the arm of the “cat highway” – you know…the recliner.
Here’s a long shot of the same moment:
Andy takes a good photo. (I think he is very handsome!)
Post 1166: …the port comes out Tuesday!
For those of you who’ve been around since at least Post 1000, you know I have a port used for dialysis. I also have a dialysis fistula, a surgically joined artery and vein that serve the same purpose. It’s on my left arm, over the bicep muscle.
The port was installed when it became apparent last January that I had end term kidney failure. The fistula came later, and the intent was the port would come out as soon as the fistula proved its worth. That time has arrived! Tuesday morning, I go to the local hospital to have the port surgically removed, leaving me with just the fistula for dialysis.
Red for arterial blood supply; blue for venous. Two catheters hang on my chest till Tuesday.
I won’t miss the port. It frequently caused me problems. One notorious week, I got only a two hour partial session on Saturday. The port was replaced the next session (on Monday) when the dialysis technicians were unable to get it to work once again. The next day, the port didn’t work yet again and I had to have it replaced. The next day, it didn’t work yet again (!!) and they had to straighten out a twist in a catheter. And so on.
I ended up returning to have the port fixed or replaced EVERY DAY the whole week. Finally, after a week of having no dialysis but a partial one the previous Saturday, I got a two hour session on Friday.
What happens when you go a week without dialysis? You find it harder and harder to think straight. You feel weak. You hurt. You are being poisoned with your body’s own waste!
No, I won’t miss that dang port!
Post 1165: Caturday begins with more resistance…
The first draft of this post was a “that darn cat’s upped his resistance to his medicine” whine. I even had a photo (below) of him in his most recent hiding place. Then, out of the blue, he showed up by the computer desk. I simply reached down, and, well, had me a cat!
Once again, Andy tried to avoid me and his medicine!
So much for resistance.
Andy got his daily dose, without too much fuss on either of our parts, then enjoyed his kitty treats reward for being a good boy.
Happy Caturday everyone! It’s going to be a great day!