When will I ever learn?
I don't know why I can't learn to shut my yap. As soon as I speak up about the exercising, I fall down the stairs in my back porch and wreck my ankles and my elbow. I'm honestly not sure if it's sprain/strain arena, or we're talking cracks or breaks. The sharpness of the pain in my elbow and the bruising worries me a lot; and while I can move my toes and put some weight on the right ankle, it hurts too much to wiggle the toes. It just plain hurrrrts. I also got a nasty scrape on the top of my ankle/instep on the left foot.
Before anyone lectures me, yes, I'm doing the RICE thing, and I have to see whether it's serious enough to warrant the doctor, because I don't have coverage for small visits and everything comes out of a pocket that has no money in it. I'm just so fucking pissed at myself for being such a goddamn klutz.
Anyways. Today is Olive's 2-year anniversary of living here with me. I realized I hadn't taken any pictures of her recently. So here are some pics of her and some of Blues. Neither one of them is easy to take pictures of.
These are two of my favorite pudgy-winter-kitty pics -- she's all curled up on her fur-coated bed. Look at that fat widdle bewwy! I wish I could stick my face in it, but then I wouldn't have a face after that.
This look she's giving me is typical Ollie -- I'm interrupting her sleep and daring to touch her with my finger, and she's got this whole "back off, bitch" thing going on.
She still hates Blues with every fiber of her being, but he doesn't seem to let that bother him. The first one is from the snow this winter, which he seemed to like as long as it is powdery and soft.
Blues loves to have his belly rubbed. Loooooves it. And I am just as happy to give it to him.
Before anyone lectures me, yes, I'm doing the RICE thing, and I have to see whether it's serious enough to warrant the doctor, because I don't have coverage for small visits and everything comes out of a pocket that has no money in it. I'm just so fucking pissed at myself for being such a goddamn klutz.
Anyways. Today is Olive's 2-year anniversary of living here with me. I realized I hadn't taken any pictures of her recently. So here are some pics of her and some of Blues. Neither one of them is easy to take pictures of.
These are two of my favorite pudgy-winter-kitty pics -- she's all curled up on her fur-coated bed. Look at that fat widdle bewwy! I wish I could stick my face in it, but then I wouldn't have a face after that.
This look she's giving me is typical Ollie -- I'm interrupting her sleep and daring to touch her with my finger, and she's got this whole "back off, bitch" thing going on.
She still hates Blues with every fiber of her being, but he doesn't seem to let that bother him. The first one is from the snow this winter, which he seemed to like as long as it is powdery and soft.
Blues loves to have his belly rubbed. Loooooves it. And I am just as happy to give it to him.