Head massage
Kitten report:
Clementine is wonderful. Snotty, but wonderful. She likes to sleep on my chest and gets jealous if I am reading or watching a dvd or doing anything else that is not petting her for hours at a time. To ensure this she will sit really close to my face and arch her back so that all I see is her. Good for the allergies. If she discovers that I am somehow reading over her shoulder she will either stick her snotty nose on mine and stare me down, or she will take her soft paw and bat at my nose. She also gives me massages which are usually just on the safe side of too much claws. Last night, in a grand show of affection, she decided to massage me as I tried to sleep. It is one thing to have a kitty massage with claws while you are wearing a shirt, but quite another when the cat goes for your boobs while you aren't wearing a shirt. Once I made myself unaccessable under the covers, she went for the one thing that was left exposed. My head. And that is when I discovered the heavenly bliss that is claws-out-kitty-head massage. Just the right amount of scratch and pull, this cat can do it better than that hot shampoo guy at the salon. She must have learned this somewhere, or magically picked it up from one of the two massage therapists that live in the house. Ohhh.. kitty massage.
work report:
Having a hard time keeping motivated. I am 9/10ths of the way done with one long project and have two more lined up behind that, so I am not for lack of work. But I am tired of typing. The good news is that I think my system is now used to being awake this early. Cool.
Love report:
So rarely to I play the '50s girlfriend who bakes for her boyfriend and tries to look fresh no matter what, but the busier D gets, the more that side comes out. I don't want to worry him about anything, so I don't tell him my small angsts (or my big ones) and last night I actually went food shopping for him and then cooked him a meal. I just want to take care of him, because I can see he will actually work himself to exhaustion if he has to.
Liver report:
It is always a bad thing when the DR calls you instead of sending you a letter saying everything is ok. This is the first time my liver enzymes have been up after 10 years of having this disease. I was terrifed as the nice nurse went down the list of things they checked "cholestoral: 140, that is good.. anything under 200 is great..." and all I could think about is "I don't care what my blood count is... I need liver info.. so just give me enzyme number. No need to explain, I know what they mean" but I was on the bus so I didn't feel like saying too much. Anyway, she finally got down to the stuff I cared about: "your liver enzymes are a bit high" . A bit? How much? People like me can have liver enzymes that are 400% higher than normal, or higher! Do I worry? Am I gonna die!??!!
"It was measured at 48. The test considers normal to be 1 to 40." So I am 8 points over? A well timed cup of coffee could do that! I don't know whether to be relieved that it isn't higher or pissed that it isn't higher (cause then she has reason to bother me). So I have to get tested in another couple of months, which is perfectly timed to happen right as my insurance runs out. Great. Gotta love it. So I am left just wondering if it was a blip on the radar or if my enzymes are finally starting to go wackadoo. No more sips of beer for me.
Well, I have much to do, and little time to do it. Off I go!
-kerry
Clementine is wonderful. Snotty, but wonderful. She likes to sleep on my chest and gets jealous if I am reading or watching a dvd or doing anything else that is not petting her for hours at a time. To ensure this she will sit really close to my face and arch her back so that all I see is her. Good for the allergies. If she discovers that I am somehow reading over her shoulder she will either stick her snotty nose on mine and stare me down, or she will take her soft paw and bat at my nose. She also gives me massages which are usually just on the safe side of too much claws. Last night, in a grand show of affection, she decided to massage me as I tried to sleep. It is one thing to have a kitty massage with claws while you are wearing a shirt, but quite another when the cat goes for your boobs while you aren't wearing a shirt. Once I made myself unaccessable under the covers, she went for the one thing that was left exposed. My head. And that is when I discovered the heavenly bliss that is claws-out-kitty-head massage. Just the right amount of scratch and pull, this cat can do it better than that hot shampoo guy at the salon. She must have learned this somewhere, or magically picked it up from one of the two massage therapists that live in the house. Ohhh.. kitty massage.
work report:
Having a hard time keeping motivated. I am 9/10ths of the way done with one long project and have two more lined up behind that, so I am not for lack of work. But I am tired of typing. The good news is that I think my system is now used to being awake this early. Cool.
Love report:
So rarely to I play the '50s girlfriend who bakes for her boyfriend and tries to look fresh no matter what, but the busier D gets, the more that side comes out. I don't want to worry him about anything, so I don't tell him my small angsts (or my big ones) and last night I actually went food shopping for him and then cooked him a meal. I just want to take care of him, because I can see he will actually work himself to exhaustion if he has to.
Liver report:
It is always a bad thing when the DR calls you instead of sending you a letter saying everything is ok. This is the first time my liver enzymes have been up after 10 years of having this disease. I was terrifed as the nice nurse went down the list of things they checked "cholestoral: 140, that is good.. anything under 200 is great..." and all I could think about is "I don't care what my blood count is... I need liver info.. so just give me enzyme number. No need to explain, I know what they mean" but I was on the bus so I didn't feel like saying too much. Anyway, she finally got down to the stuff I cared about: "your liver enzymes are a bit high" . A bit? How much? People like me can have liver enzymes that are 400% higher than normal, or higher! Do I worry? Am I gonna die!??!!
"It was measured at 48. The test considers normal to be 1 to 40." So I am 8 points over? A well timed cup of coffee could do that! I don't know whether to be relieved that it isn't higher or pissed that it isn't higher (cause then she has reason to bother me). So I have to get tested in another couple of months, which is perfectly timed to happen right as my insurance runs out. Great. Gotta love it. So I am left just wondering if it was a blip on the radar or if my enzymes are finally starting to go wackadoo. No more sips of beer for me.
Well, I have much to do, and little time to do it. Off I go!
-kerry