For the record, I won't have any surgery to fix my sleep apnea. No matter how new fangled it is.
Did I ever tell you about the time that my seestor had surgery on her deviated septum? (My one and only seestor who's braless in public as we speak)
Surgery didn't go so well. She ended up in the ER with a hole that erupted between her sinus cavities. Had to have it cauterized while she was awake.
To this day, I don't think she likes the smell of bbq'd meat!
Weight loss is the answer to all my problems.
Except for this one:
The vet called and little Oreo the pooping cat has Kidney Disease.
I'm taking her in this afternoon for a bubble of saline and then she'll be heading back on Monday for 3 days of subcutaneous IV drippings.
Maybe. Depends on the written estimate I get today. Because she'll apparently be scheduled for lots and lots of visits. That is if she isn't in kidney failure right now. They'll know more about that once they have her with them for a few days and can get a good urine sample out of her.
I was feeling pretty sad about it until I got home and picked up my mail.
Reader Jean (Hi Jean!) sent me an article about my college pal Dan's wife's 5 battles with breast cancer. 5. FIVE. five. FIVE!!!!!! Dan's Wife puts it in perspective. Oreo is just a cat. Sorry you freaky cat lovers who love your pets out of proportion. But Oreo isn't married to my friend Dan and Oreo doesn't have two beautiful daughters to raise.
I spoke with Dan's Wife a few months back, and let me tell you, I ought to be very ashamed for any time I spend here whining about boils and carbuncles and aislesclerosis and leaky boobs and bad hair days.
Someone recently said something to me about this being a stressful year for me and I chuckled because, really, I'm one of the luckiest people on the planet.
I don't have to work, I don't have to dress up in pantyhose and high heels, I don't have to wear one of those shawls in the hottest of summers, I don't have any debilitating diseases (except for that Food Addiction one), I haven't lost any siblings lately, I still have my own boobs, I've got children (good vs. bad about that topic depends on the day and the dilemma), I've got a husband who hardly wants me dead at all, I've got oodles of good friends, I've had oodles of bad friends who showed how good my good friends are.
And I've got wonderful readers, like Jean, who reach out just when I could use a little smack upside of the head to remind that even though we love our cat, she's no Dan's Wife.
Thank you Jean! I appreciate it. I'll be calling Iowa this weekend.
3:06 p.m. - October 20, 2006
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