Up and Down
Last night I started a collection of Feynman's letters, Perfectly Reasonable Deviations (From the Beaten Track), in the hopes that my normally totally uncultured self would be lulled to sleep by primary sources. I was either more insomniac than I thought (I was verrry achy and whiny last night) or they were better than I had expected, or both; I'm almost halfway through a very thick book. Engaging stuff, and a look at him from a very personal angle. There are letters between him and his wife Arline, who had tuberculosis when they married, and they married despite this with amazing bravery and grace.
Today I woke up pretty early (I blame all the extra sleeping I've been doing; mornings seem more feasible with a several hour late afternoon snooze) and took Moose to the kennel. They'd already noted his latest hotspot, and gave me some advice on keeping him off them in the future. When I called the vet, though, they didn't want to give him ointment, but instead prescribed antibiotics (maybe because it lasted over the weekend?) I went to the pet store and got him a couple of new beds to replace the ratty futon we gave him when we got him. (He likes it but we were too lazy to get it covered, and he's poked a hole in it.) One has an insert that you can put a gel pad in to keep it fairly cool, or a reflector insert if your pet is unlike Moose and actually gets cold at night. I got the gel pad; it can even be refrigerated in really hot weather. We'll see if he likes it. I also got a cheap plain pad as a backup. And... a couple of food-puzzle toys, that seem to be more challenging than a normal kong, and a bone.
I got my shots, and my reward for crashing over week is... a stronger bottle and more crashing every week! Yay! Or not. Or something. Theoretically this is helping. My left arm has a two-inch lump today and I need to remember to tell them if the swelling isn't down by tomorrow.
Then I violated the "never shop hungry" rule by stopping by Trader Joe's for some conveniently pre-chopped and washed shard (yes, wasteful, but I need to lower the barrier to entry to vegetables every bit I can) and buying up various kinds of dinky red fruit. Lychees, champagne grapes, cherry tomatoes, red currants... if it was small and red, I wanted it, apparently. I also got some guilt-inducing but easily cooked bagged summer squash, a small steak (more red things; I must be low on iron), some Greek-style yogurt, some kefir cheese, some yogurt cheese (I WAS trying to lay off dairy, but seem to want the cultured milk bigtime), and some olives. I looked at a gazillion labels of otherwise gluten-free food that disclaimed that it was produced on a line that also processes wheat, peanuts, and half a dozen other allergens. While with some brands I'll actually go ahead and eat that food; I know they clean the heck out of their lines, I've had several nasty reactions after eating Trader Joe's food and get the feeling that the people they outsource their processing to are perhaps mixing up big floury wafty foods right next to the whatever it was that I wanted to eat, and there is a ton of cross-contamination. I have no other good explanation for Why I Can't Eat Trader Joe's Processed Food. Well, at least they warned me... or are warning me now; these disclaimers are actually new since I had all those reactions and stopped eating their processed food. Hmm.... The produce (when it's good; their produce quality is highly variable, and they wrap the heck out of the stuff so it's sometimes hard to tell that it's no good) and single-ingredient foods such as dairy or dried fruit seem safe.
Then I realized I was starting to edge into woozy so got the heck home before I couldn't drive anymore, and feasted upon dinky red fruit. But that's a lot gotten done on a shot day!
My mother knows a dog-friendly coffee shop and wants to go out for coffee/tea; must remember to ask Brad for the car tomorrow. And next week for my doctor's appointment. Drat, I thought I could skip shots next Monday (as they are closed), but it's silly to go in to see the doctor and then not have my shots.
Today I woke up pretty early (I blame all the extra sleeping I've been doing; mornings seem more feasible with a several hour late afternoon snooze) and took Moose to the kennel. They'd already noted his latest hotspot, and gave me some advice on keeping him off them in the future. When I called the vet, though, they didn't want to give him ointment, but instead prescribed antibiotics (maybe because it lasted over the weekend?) I went to the pet store and got him a couple of new beds to replace the ratty futon we gave him when we got him. (He likes it but we were too lazy to get it covered, and he's poked a hole in it.) One has an insert that you can put a gel pad in to keep it fairly cool, or a reflector insert if your pet is unlike Moose and actually gets cold at night. I got the gel pad; it can even be refrigerated in really hot weather. We'll see if he likes it. I also got a cheap plain pad as a backup. And... a couple of food-puzzle toys, that seem to be more challenging than a normal kong, and a bone.
I got my shots, and my reward for crashing over week is... a stronger bottle and more crashing every week! Yay! Or not. Or something. Theoretically this is helping. My left arm has a two-inch lump today and I need to remember to tell them if the swelling isn't down by tomorrow.
Then I violated the "never shop hungry" rule by stopping by Trader Joe's for some conveniently pre-chopped and washed shard (yes, wasteful, but I need to lower the barrier to entry to vegetables every bit I can) and buying up various kinds of dinky red fruit. Lychees, champagne grapes, cherry tomatoes, red currants... if it was small and red, I wanted it, apparently. I also got some guilt-inducing but easily cooked bagged summer squash, a small steak (more red things; I must be low on iron), some Greek-style yogurt, some kefir cheese, some yogurt cheese (I WAS trying to lay off dairy, but seem to want the cultured milk bigtime), and some olives. I looked at a gazillion labels of otherwise gluten-free food that disclaimed that it was produced on a line that also processes wheat, peanuts, and half a dozen other allergens. While with some brands I'll actually go ahead and eat that food; I know they clean the heck out of their lines, I've had several nasty reactions after eating Trader Joe's food and get the feeling that the people they outsource their processing to are perhaps mixing up big floury wafty foods right next to the whatever it was that I wanted to eat, and there is a ton of cross-contamination. I have no other good explanation for Why I Can't Eat Trader Joe's Processed Food. Well, at least they warned me... or are warning me now; these disclaimers are actually new since I had all those reactions and stopped eating their processed food. Hmm.... The produce (when it's good; their produce quality is highly variable, and they wrap the heck out of the stuff so it's sometimes hard to tell that it's no good) and single-ingredient foods such as dairy or dried fruit seem safe.
Then I realized I was starting to edge into woozy so got the heck home before I couldn't drive anymore, and feasted upon dinky red fruit. But that's a lot gotten done on a shot day!
My mother knows a dog-friendly coffee shop and wants to go out for coffee/tea; must remember to ask Brad for the car tomorrow. And next week for my doctor's appointment. Drat, I thought I could skip shots next Monday (as they are closed), but it's silly to go in to see the doctor and then not have my shots.