Post 1006: I suppose they will use google earth…

I have catheters coming out of my chest at the moment. They serve me well enough for dialysis yet they have a higher proclivity for infection than other methods of accessing my blood for cleansing. That is especially concerning since the catheter goes to my heart. Ick!

The 15th I have an appointment to get mapped. That is they will slather warm goop on my arm and use ultrasound to determine which of my arteries and veins are suitable for use in a fistula. I don’t know exactly how a fistula works but it basically helps increase the volume of blood flowing into the dialysis machine. That in turn allows for a more thorough dialysis session and less clotting. It is a good deal.

Creating the fistula is an out-patient surgical process. I suppose I will have to go to Scottsbluff for this procedure. I am pleased, though, that the surgeon will be one who put in a catheter and performed a lung biopsy on me in 2003 and 2004. He is very good.

Once the fistula is created I have to heal for several weeks before it is usable. I believe I read somewhere in all the literature handed out to me in various hospitals or dialysis centers that that wait period is six weeks. 

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Dougy is trying to make up for the two months without much play by bugging me to play wand toy games with him several times a day.  Even Andy is more playful now that he knows I can be gone for long periods of time. I kind of like the “new” kitty boys. They are more talkative, more playful, more tolerant of being held. 

I still need to make an appointment for Andy to see his veterinarian. Slipping him into my dialysis and doctor’s appointment schedule is a trick. It needs to be done, though, and I hope I can work it into this week.

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I will try to get my PC into the shop for fixing today. It’s been too long since that tool’s been messed up and unavailable for me. Mainly, I miss being able to upload photos and videos of the kitty brothers. I believe those of you who’ve followed this blog for a long time do, too.  

 

Post 1005: in which I advocate for the death penalty for people who create computer viruses and other on-line mischief…

Not really! But I do wish some people had dropped their precious bundles on their heads when they were infants or spent more time socializing their basement-dwelling trolls before they let them have access to computers.

Yes, I had to deal with a computer virus yesterday, and it was not a harmless crime. I got through it, however, so all it well for the time being. I mean, how many times do you get to talk with someone sitting in India while he tries to straighten out your mess? (And get to pay for the conversation?)

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 I found an unused Neeko replacement bumblebee toy on the table. I unpacked it since the one in use is pretty well destroyed in multiple catastrophes. Andy was watching. And waiting to pounce. The little rascal caught me off guard. We had an exciting spontaneous play session.

Dougy watched from behind my shoes (which I’d taken off by the door), but mostly stayed out of the game. This is the reverse of the usual play styles of the two boys. Andy usually is the last kitty to join in the fun and Dougy generally is always “up” for play. 

I was very pleased Andy initiated play today. Perhaps he is coming out of his shell! 

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I’m making a crockpot meal today. It is the first one since I got back from the hospital and therapy “vacation” I recently had. I hope I didn’t make too much because there is a limit to how many times and ways I can eat something before I start thinking about wasting the last of it. 

Post 959: Dr. Hand’s boxing club…

Dr. Hand formed a boxing club for boys in the early 1920s. They met at the BPOE hall just north of the then-new post office. People who’ve lived here very long probably know the exact room I mean.

The boys met at the BPOE club next to the new post office. People who've lived here very long probably remember this room.

The boys met at the BPOE club next to the new post office.
People who’ve lived here very long probably remember this room.

In all likelihood all people in this photo now are dead. My father was a wee rascal in this photo, perhaps seven or eight years old. He died on Election Day 2008 at age 92.

I knew some of them as old guys. One was my dentist. Another was my neighbor up the block. Both were fine fellows, well-regarded in the community. 

Dr. Hand is the fellow standing, bow tie, white shirt, boxing gloves, at the extreme left. My Dad is the little guy at the other end of the photo, wearing bib overalls.

Dr. Hand is the fellow standing, bow tie, white shirt, boxing gloves, at the extreme left.
My Dad is the little guy at the other end of the photo, wearing bib overalls.

Dad's in the middle. Perhaps you can see him a bit better here.

Dad’s in the middle. Perhaps you can see him a bit better here.

Dad came into this photo late in life. One of the surviving people in it found it in his photos and had enlargements made for each of those men still alive at the time.

Dad prized the photo though he admitted he didn’t last long in boxing. 
“I had one match,” he said, “but I didn’t like getting hit.” LOL! He quit, of course.

On October 13, 1978, Dad had a retirement dinner from a lifetime in the police department in the same BPOE hall. I didn’t want to go since I didn’t really know many of the people who’d be there, but I survived. Now, of course, I’m glad I went, mostly because it was that important to Dad.

Post 667: black cats return today…

Andy and Dougy are back today, with a little drama. Andy worked it out, though, and Dougy probably didn’t even notice anything was wrong. That’s how Dougy is.

"La-la-la! Nothing doing, doing nothing...!"

“La-la-la! Nothing doing, doing nothing…!”

"Whatcha doin', Douglas? Nothin'?" ""Hey! You scat ,cat! This is my door! Mine!"

“Whatcha doin’, Douglas? Nothin’?”
“”Hey! You scat, cat! This is my door! Mine! Mind your own beeswax!”

"Mugger~mugger~mugger! That dang Dougy can just have that door! I'll take the other one! AND the litter box!"

“What a naughty kitty! That dang Dougy can have that door! I’ll just take the other one! AND the litter box!”

"Grrr! This is what I'll do to Dougy if he comes over here!"

“Grrr! This is what I’ll do to Dougy if he comes over here!

"Now I feel better! Nothing like a good scratching to deal with naughty brothers!

“Now I feel better! Nothing like a good scratching to deal with naughty brothers!”

"Mine! All mine!" Andy works it out!

“Mine! All mine!”
Andy works it out!

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Today is a special day in my life. I usually forget which date in January I retired, so I googled “January 2009”. Turns out it was January 30, 2009. Woohoo! I haven’t looked back! Never! Nev-air! NEV-air! NEV! AIR! Mwahahahaha!

Hmm. January 30, 2015 is a Friday, too!

Hmm. January 30, 2015 is a Friday, too!