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I went to the dog park with Ember and Chris today. I lay against a log in the sand. Soon a soaking wet black Lab came by and began to play with Ember. He showed his docility by crawling under my leg. Then his friend, another soaking wet black Lab, came by and wagged his tail against the side of my head. I ended up looking like I'd gone for a swim and rolled around in the sand.
Then Ember got into a dominance fight with a tiny beagle named Suzie; I intervened and got my hand bitten twice- once by Suzie and once by Ember. Luckily it was not too serious, but it made me remember the rule I learned on the wolf refuge- break up fights with your FEET. But how can I kick my boot out into the noses of Shiba Inus and beagles? It's just not the same.
I was so tired last night... I slept 11 hours. Got up, ate, cleaned, ran some errands. I am totally content with that being the extent of my day- especially since I'm having Dagny and Daisy over tonight for dinner and MST3K. Tomorrow... work.
I'm kind of disappointed- I sent out emails Wednesday and Thursday to places I want to shadow. I thought they'd fall all over themselves getting back to me, I guess, but only one has responded, and that to tell me she's passing on my info to a charge nurse. What gives? Why isn't everybody breaking down my door?
I went to physical therapy twice this week. It's so nice and relaxing. First they ultrasound my muscles, which apparently heats them up from the inside, and it feels like a particularly unaffectionate massage. Then I lie on a heated board with electrodes on each side of my neck. They go off alternately, beating lightly like eyelashes. It's so relaxing I fall asleep, and get very grumpy when they come to get me up. Then my PT comes in and massages my neck, and shares his views with me. He is very opinionated. So far what I have gleaned is:
Musicals should not have a message, but just entertain.
People nowadays do not remember the old great actors or comedians as they should.
Traveling in dangerous countries is stupid and should not be undertaken.
He has eyebrows like that guy from Dune, and when he gets particularly impassioned he will stop the massage to hold forth. I waited for him to continue to the first day, but the second day I just slapped at his hands, and he'd keep going until he started talking about something else. He's just like Chris- easily distracted during backrubs.
Then Ember got into a dominance fight with a tiny beagle named Suzie; I intervened and got my hand bitten twice- once by Suzie and once by Ember. Luckily it was not too serious, but it made me remember the rule I learned on the wolf refuge- break up fights with your FEET. But how can I kick my boot out into the noses of Shiba Inus and beagles? It's just not the same.
I was so tired last night... I slept 11 hours. Got up, ate, cleaned, ran some errands. I am totally content with that being the extent of my day- especially since I'm having Dagny and Daisy over tonight for dinner and MST3K. Tomorrow... work.
I'm kind of disappointed- I sent out emails Wednesday and Thursday to places I want to shadow. I thought they'd fall all over themselves getting back to me, I guess, but only one has responded, and that to tell me she's passing on my info to a charge nurse. What gives? Why isn't everybody breaking down my door?
I went to physical therapy twice this week. It's so nice and relaxing. First they ultrasound my muscles, which apparently heats them up from the inside, and it feels like a particularly unaffectionate massage. Then I lie on a heated board with electrodes on each side of my neck. They go off alternately, beating lightly like eyelashes. It's so relaxing I fall asleep, and get very grumpy when they come to get me up. Then my PT comes in and massages my neck, and shares his views with me. He is very opinionated. So far what I have gleaned is:
Musicals should not have a message, but just entertain.
People nowadays do not remember the old great actors or comedians as they should.
Traveling in dangerous countries is stupid and should not be undertaken.
He has eyebrows like that guy from Dune, and when he gets particularly impassioned he will stop the massage to hold forth. I waited for him to continue to the first day, but the second day I just slapped at his hands, and he'd keep going until he started talking about something else. He's just like Chris- easily distracted during backrubs.