nighttime brings clarity
I am happy to say that both the increased prednisone dose and the metronidazole have had an immediate effect on Ianto. His guts are clearly healthier, his appetite is improved and best of all this morning he was bouncing around and playing in his own silly way. He's also so, so good about taking the metronidazole. I haven't yet had to scruff him to get him to take it, he'll just gulp it down quickly, give me this "what on earth have you done to me look" and then forget everything when I offer him more ferretone. Such a sweet guy. So I'm definitely feeling better about his health than I did yesterday afternoon. I still don't know that we'll have lots of time, but I feel more confident about being able to give him quality time. Yesterday I was really mentally back where I was when Ronan was so sick, which was bad because I'm pretty sure in retrospect that he was suffering quite a bit towards the end. I do think he went when he was ready to go, but I would just hate to see another ferret go through what he did. Walking into Angell last night also made me really, really miss Seti. I love our new guys, like I love all my ferrets, but Seti was pretty special.
So I was very sad when I got home last night, but after seeing Ianto a bit perkier I was able to get some dancing in. I got some solid work done on that drum solo, thanks to getting jumpstarted by Najmat's class on Tuesday. Before I felt like I was just standing there and shimmying; after last night I feel like I'm doing something more interesting. Right now to me Mona Al Said's gold bikini drum solo is the most fabulous and perfect drum solo in the world, so obviously I'm holding myself up to impossibly high standards, but I hope I can generate some of that relaxed yet powerful feel. I'm using a Ramadan Henkish solo from the Pulse of the Sphinx and it's quite fast, so figuring out where to slow down was really the important part. I did end up writing something out, in a bizarre kind of notation of squiggles and dashes--drum solos are hard to write down!--not a choreography per se, but more of a map to the patterns and sounds, which helped lots.
If a contestant on Top Chef says at the beginning of the episode that s/he really misses her/his partner or family and then in the middle of the episode says that their dish is perfect and cannot go wrong, you can be pretty sure that at the end of the episode, that contestant will be going home.
A Moroccan dude on Facebook would like me and my astonishing beauty to come visit him in Morocco next summer so he can give me many kisses. At least that's what my shaky French, which I think is no worse than his French, tells me he wrote. Thanks but no thanks!
So I was very sad when I got home last night, but after seeing Ianto a bit perkier I was able to get some dancing in. I got some solid work done on that drum solo, thanks to getting jumpstarted by Najmat's class on Tuesday. Before I felt like I was just standing there and shimmying; after last night I feel like I'm doing something more interesting. Right now to me Mona Al Said's gold bikini drum solo is the most fabulous and perfect drum solo in the world, so obviously I'm holding myself up to impossibly high standards, but I hope I can generate some of that relaxed yet powerful feel. I'm using a Ramadan Henkish solo from the Pulse of the Sphinx and it's quite fast, so figuring out where to slow down was really the important part. I did end up writing something out, in a bizarre kind of notation of squiggles and dashes--drum solos are hard to write down!--not a choreography per se, but more of a map to the patterns and sounds, which helped lots.
If a contestant on Top Chef says at the beginning of the episode that s/he really misses her/his partner or family and then in the middle of the episode says that their dish is perfect and cannot go wrong, you can be pretty sure that at the end of the episode, that contestant will be going home.
A Moroccan dude on Facebook would like me and my astonishing beauty to come visit him in Morocco next summer so he can give me many kisses. At least that's what my shaky French, which I think is no worse than his French, tells me he wrote. Thanks but no thanks!