Jumping Jack Flash
Worthy of note:
Schmoopy Lovingness
Our third anniversary, last Friday, was absolutely lovely. Dinner at Mai Thai, comedy at Dylan Moran's show (and that's a delicious picture. So ruffled!), conversation with littledogtoo and wenchwoman. And a card with Pepe Le Pew on the front of it from fuzzy_ben, containing one of the absolute nicest things anyone has ever said to me. I've been clutching the phrase (metaphorically) to my breast all week and squeeing. Yes, I am worth it. But it's lovely to hear/read/know.
Hospitality
bigtaz finally left the hospital yesterday, after being in there for eleven days. A record, as it's his longest hospital stay thus far. They put the tube to his lung back in on Friday (leading to an immense amount of pain for him as it went through one of his muscles) and left it in until Monday afternoon, pulling more grossness from his right lung. They can't excise one of his lymph nodes at the moment, as the steroids he's on for the swelling also caused the nodes to shrink. So they're on a balancing routine at the moment until one pops up again, then they'll excise it.
Taz's 'neighbour', the guy the next ward over, spent most of last week moaning and groaning all the time. For like, half an hour at a time. Loudly. Despite having a button to push. Taz took to closing his door, but could still hear him. Over the course of the week, he and I and various other visitors all made jokes about shutting him up with a pillow or doping his line or something - a bit of black humour to relieve the stress. We were especially creative with our revenges on Friday afternoon when Taz was in such incredible pain (ten out of ten) and being ignored in favour of Mr. Very Noisy - he got the nurses, the attention, the treatment first, you know.
Anyhow, on Saturday morning Taz woke up, very dopy (from the extra morphine they'd finally given him for the pain), and was relieved to hear silence. He commented to the nurse who came to give him his morning pain killers, only to be told, "Yes, that's because he died last night."
Taz got the guilts. I thought it was (darkly) hilarous, and wondered if the neighbour on the other side had something to do with it. Ben's comment was "See what happens when you complain too much?"
Victoriana
Cwnn's face started to mutate late last week, and by Saturday it looked like her twin kitten fetus-brother was attempting to grow out from under her cheek. So Sunday I bundled her off to the vet, where they checked her temperature (up, despite bright-eyedness), inserted a needle to see what was in the enormous lump (pus, natch), and decided to keep her in and operate.
I picked her up again on Monday afternoon, with a drain in her cheek and an enormous plastic collar up around her face. (Please note: I was far too much of a nice cat-mama to take a picture of her in such a compromising position. Even when she tried to back down the hallway; or smacked into the corner of doors; or ran like a snake in order to see; or couldn't get at the crunchies in her bowl without getting them caught in the collar.) She has pills for morning and night, and her face needed to be cleaned with warm salt water as well.
We quickly learned that I am the QUEEN of giving cat-pills, thanks to years of fruitless attempts with Peanut. Cwnn is very easy, as the back of her throat is about the same size as my thumb - I push a pill back there, and she's swallowed it before she knows what happens. Ben gets to clean the gunk off her instead. Heh.
The drain and the collar came off yesterday, so now she's going noisily mad stuck in the house with two enormous holes in her face. *sigh* Such is the joy of insane-o kittenhood.
Interestingly, Monday I came home from work to discover an enormous dead rat on the front lawn, and Peanut looking very pleased with himself. Wonder if that's what got Cwnn in the first place?
Random
~ Got my car serviced and warranted on Monday, and it's all tickety-boo. Unfortunately, ever since then it's smelt like arse. I suppose that could be from all the rain we've been having, but it's a little strange to say the least.
~ Gummidge continues well. A break this week, as two of our players are off to Wellington for Armageddon.
~ Autumn is finally here! The Megatokyo blanket is back on the bed, and the hot water bottle is at my feet. (Not right now. When I'm in bed.) I like Autumn. Except for when I still want to be able to wear singlets, that is.
~ It's nearly May. Most years I dread it, but this year I'm not, really. Maybe because I have stealthy plans to occupy me? I still miss Mum a lot, but it has been nearly seven years.
~ I'm a little hyper. I may have had too much sugar today.
Schmoopy Lovingness
Our third anniversary, last Friday, was absolutely lovely. Dinner at Mai Thai, comedy at Dylan Moran's show (and that's a delicious picture. So ruffled!), conversation with littledogtoo and wenchwoman. And a card with Pepe Le Pew on the front of it from fuzzy_ben, containing one of the absolute nicest things anyone has ever said to me. I've been clutching the phrase (metaphorically) to my breast all week and squeeing. Yes, I am worth it. But it's lovely to hear/read/know.
Hospitality
bigtaz finally left the hospital yesterday, after being in there for eleven days. A record, as it's his longest hospital stay thus far. They put the tube to his lung back in on Friday (leading to an immense amount of pain for him as it went through one of his muscles) and left it in until Monday afternoon, pulling more grossness from his right lung. They can't excise one of his lymph nodes at the moment, as the steroids he's on for the swelling also caused the nodes to shrink. So they're on a balancing routine at the moment until one pops up again, then they'll excise it.
Taz's 'neighbour', the guy the next ward over, spent most of last week moaning and groaning all the time. For like, half an hour at a time. Loudly. Despite having a button to push. Taz took to closing his door, but could still hear him. Over the course of the week, he and I and various other visitors all made jokes about shutting him up with a pillow or doping his line or something - a bit of black humour to relieve the stress. We were especially creative with our revenges on Friday afternoon when Taz was in such incredible pain (ten out of ten) and being ignored in favour of Mr. Very Noisy - he got the nurses, the attention, the treatment first, you know.
Anyhow, on Saturday morning Taz woke up, very dopy (from the extra morphine they'd finally given him for the pain), and was relieved to hear silence. He commented to the nurse who came to give him his morning pain killers, only to be told, "Yes, that's because he died last night."
Taz got the guilts. I thought it was (darkly) hilarous, and wondered if the neighbour on the other side had something to do with it. Ben's comment was "See what happens when you complain too much?"
Victoriana
Cwnn's face started to mutate late last week, and by Saturday it looked like her twin kitten fetus-brother was attempting to grow out from under her cheek. So Sunday I bundled her off to the vet, where they checked her temperature (up, despite bright-eyedness), inserted a needle to see what was in the enormous lump (pus, natch), and decided to keep her in and operate.
I picked her up again on Monday afternoon, with a drain in her cheek and an enormous plastic collar up around her face. (Please note: I was far too much of a nice cat-mama to take a picture of her in such a compromising position. Even when she tried to back down the hallway; or smacked into the corner of doors; or ran like a snake in order to see; or couldn't get at the crunchies in her bowl without getting them caught in the collar.) She has pills for morning and night, and her face needed to be cleaned with warm salt water as well.
We quickly learned that I am the QUEEN of giving cat-pills, thanks to years of fruitless attempts with Peanut. Cwnn is very easy, as the back of her throat is about the same size as my thumb - I push a pill back there, and she's swallowed it before she knows what happens. Ben gets to clean the gunk off her instead. Heh.
The drain and the collar came off yesterday, so now she's going noisily mad stuck in the house with two enormous holes in her face. *sigh* Such is the joy of insane-o kittenhood.
Interestingly, Monday I came home from work to discover an enormous dead rat on the front lawn, and Peanut looking very pleased with himself. Wonder if that's what got Cwnn in the first place?
Random
~ Got my car serviced and warranted on Monday, and it's all tickety-boo. Unfortunately, ever since then it's smelt like arse. I suppose that could be from all the rain we've been having, but it's a little strange to say the least.
~ Gummidge continues well. A break this week, as two of our players are off to Wellington for Armageddon.
~ Autumn is finally here! The Megatokyo blanket is back on the bed, and the hot water bottle is at my feet. (Not right now. When I'm in bed.) I like Autumn. Except for when I still want to be able to wear singlets, that is.
~ It's nearly May. Most years I dread it, but this year I'm not, really. Maybe because I have stealthy plans to occupy me? I still miss Mum a lot, but it has been nearly seven years.
~ I'm a little hyper. I may have had too much sugar today.