Yep, I'm still alive. It's so strange to be reading my LJ again after all these years, but I've missed a lot of you wonderful people, so I decided to see who's still around
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Yes, and at least you did let them go when you had to. I've seen people refuse to put their dogs to sleep when it was time and I'd rather see a dozen people tortured than a dog made to keep going when it's in pain. Gah.
We'll have another Wheaten Terrier, possibly from Lottie but only if she's in absolute perfect health and still raring to go in January (she really, really likes the boys. Dear god, does she.) At the moment she's like a three year old, absolutely full of it. Ideally she'd have had them last year or this, but I've had 4 hospital stays and she's a lot longer than average between seasons. Can't be helped.
I was told when I had my gall bladder out that everyone's is different, and that does seem to be the case. I haven't heard two stories that sound alike so far aside from the utter where's-that-morphine-gone agony. One woman had hers chucking out gallstones that were ending up all over her body, that was just weird. Mine was just persistently infected and needed every extra strength antibiotic drip in the universe to shift it! (Forty something of them. I counted.)
I think everyone hoped it was just something like that, but it's good to know for sure! It's difficult walking away from things but I know it has to be done sometimes. I dropped almost everything for a couple of years when I stopped working and it definitely stopped my decline in health. These days I'm improving and occasionally studying, which looked impossible a while ago. Your progress sounds amazing, it really does.
One quick thing, ignore it if you don't want to bother with any of this stuff: your Archive account currently has my email address on it since yours was bouncing -- feel free to replace it or PM me an alternative email to put on there if you want. It just receives notifications when people comment but not the comments themselves, so it doesn't do very much except stop bounce messages!
Oh, it must be so nice to have a puppy of one of your own dogs. I don't breed (and only have boys now), but that does seem like such a lovely idea. I hope Lottie pulls through for you!
And yeah, letting your dogs go is so important. I was lucky that both Jerry and Tommy let me know very clearly. With Tommy I was uncertain for a while, because he was deaf and blind, but he was still such a happy dog, always wanting his cuddles and treats and he loved snooping around in the yard, and the vet told me that as long as he's happy and not in pain, just let him be until he lets you know. Which he did in the end, fortunately.
And I knew nothing of gallstones before I had them...so many weird things going on with them for people. In my case, I was convinced there were a couple of stones the size of eggs in there...with the amount of pain I was in. I was sorely disappointed when they showed me my gallstones after the surgery: two tiny little things the size of peas. That was it? That was what had caused me all that misery? Pffff. ;-)
As for the email address...I don't have a fannish email account at the moment, but I plan on making one this week. I'll let you know so you can change it back! Thanks for taking care of that! :-)
No problem :) And yes, I didn't have stones but I remember seeing the scar and being baffled as to how the enormous ick monster of doom gall bladder managed to escape through such a tiny nick. It should have been like something out of Alien!
Awww...look at their little faces! So cute! I can imagine you had a hard time letting go of them! It's one of the reasons I don't breed...I'd never be able to give up any of the puppies. ;-)
Quickie question: are you up for some beta work? Here I said I wasn't sure if I would ever write anything again, but what do you know...I'm 20k words into a HP fic, and I saw you're still a member of my crit comm. Let me now if you have time? Thanks!
We'll have another Wheaten Terrier, possibly from Lottie but only if she's in absolute perfect health and still raring to go in January (she really, really likes the boys. Dear god, does she.) At the moment she's like a three year old, absolutely full of it. Ideally she'd have had them last year or this, but I've had 4 hospital stays and she's a lot longer than average between seasons. Can't be helped.
I was told when I had my gall bladder out that everyone's is different, and that does seem to be the case. I haven't heard two stories that sound alike so far aside from the utter where's-that-morphine-gone agony. One woman had hers chucking out gallstones that were ending up all over her body, that was just weird. Mine was just persistently infected and needed every extra strength antibiotic drip in the universe to shift it! (Forty something of them. I counted.)
I think everyone hoped it was just something like that, but it's good to know for sure! It's difficult walking away from things but I know it has to be done sometimes. I dropped almost everything for a couple of years when I stopped working and it definitely stopped my decline in health. These days I'm improving and occasionally studying, which looked impossible a while ago. Your progress sounds amazing, it really does.
One quick thing, ignore it if you don't want to bother with any of this stuff: your Archive account currently has my email address on it since yours was bouncing -- feel free to replace it or PM me an alternative email to put on there if you want. It just receives notifications when people comment but not the comments themselves, so it doesn't do very much except stop bounce messages!
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And yeah, letting your dogs go is so important. I was lucky that both Jerry and Tommy let me know very clearly. With Tommy I was uncertain for a while, because he was deaf and blind, but he was still such a happy dog, always wanting his cuddles and treats and he loved snooping around in the yard, and the vet told me that as long as he's happy and not in pain, just let him be until he lets you know. Which he did in the end, fortunately.
And I knew nothing of gallstones before I had them...so many weird things going on with them for people. In my case, I was convinced there were a couple of stones the size of eggs in there...with the amount of pain I was in. I was sorely disappointed when they showed me my gallstones after the surgery: two tiny little things the size of peas. That was it? That was what had caused me all that misery? Pffff. ;-)
As for the email address...I don't have a fannish email account at the moment, but I plan on making one this week. I'll let you know so you can change it back! Thanks for taking care of that! :-)
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It was hard letting six puppies go last time, but we've just had one back to stay for a holiday, and I occasionally hear how the others are getting on. The next lot will have a challenge beating them for cuteness...
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