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That’s Life, laughing at me.

I am home. Kuro is not. He is still at the garage because 1) the sideview mirror was not painted during the week as it was supposed to be, so it was not ready to be installed, but that was okay because 2) more work was needed in the form of replacement of the catalytic converter, which failed. Hence, the ::check engine:: light.

The fact that I have money saved for things like this is beside the point. It would be nice if, at least once, said money was able to sit in the damned account for longer than a bloody month.

They know when you have money. Damn straight.

So, I have a loaner until Monday/Tuesday. I also had the presence of mind to print out another 15% off coupon and boy am I glad I did that. In the case of the catalytic converter, it ain’t the labor. It’s the cost of the blasted part.

And no, not even thinking of a new car. The absolute last thing I need is a car payment. Kuro is going to have to serve for the next few years. At the rate he’s going, he will be brand-spanking new under the hood anyway. He’ll be 12 11 years old in April. Maybe we can reach 20.

I would like to reach at least 15, because 15 YEARS IS BIG METAL CHICKENS.

Anyway. Home. We set the diet aside for the time being and had a glass of wine and a tuna melt with an excess of good cheddar.

Red peppers are currently roasting. Some will be used to gussy up some jarred marinara tomorrow. The rest will be saved for sandwiches.

More snow fell this morning. Overall, we wound up with 3-4 inches of fluff stuff. Could snow overnight, so I’ll wait until tomorrow to shovel.

It’s only 1 pm. Feels like it should be later.

dammit

*sigh*

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I really had been looking forward to today. Started off in a really good mood.

Then, on the way to work, a passing SUV clipped my driver-side mirror as I sat waiting in a turn lane. Big chunk of plastic knocked out of the housing. No, they didn’t stop. No, I didn’t get the license number.

I could probably fill in the gap in the housing with duct tape and a black Sharpie, but I will go ahead and get the thing replaced. Because what am I but a river of money. Dammit.

It didn’t help that the meeting I was on my way to when this happened was canceled without any notification. If I had followed my normal schedule, I would still have an intact drivers side mirror. Dammit.

Sometimes there isn’t enough chocolate in the world. Dammit.

At least my hearing is okay. Had that checked today, as I have been dealing with ringing in my right ear for a couple of years and have finally decided to see if we can figure out what’s causing it. I have some loss of hearing at the highest frequency, but for a number of reasons I think there’s something else going on. I see my regular doc next week. There may be an otolaryngologist in my future.

In better news, just planned a long weekend with a few other writers. End of April, but given how we’re almost in February already, it will be here before I know it. I will really need the break.

around the house dammit

*spla*turday

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Saturdays are always busy. I try to cram two days worth of stuff into one day, grocery shopping and errands and laundry and odd chores. Cooking for the week. Today’s items, ginger cookies and meatloaf.

I had tickets for Amanda Palmer’s sold-out show at Metro this evening, but by this afternoon I knew it wasn’t going to happen–legs and back were achy and every time I sat down I drifted off. Coffee and ibuprofen helped, but not enough that I felt like braving Saturday night Wrigleyville traffic. I’ll probably be sorry I missed the show, but the timing just didn’t work out.

King had his second checkup this week. CBC and liver function. Everything looks good–no inflammation, anemia, or other side effects of the chemo. Liver enzymes still high, but down to half what they were pre-surgery. The doctor twitched King’s med schedule a bit, and prescribed something for his stiff hip that really seems to be helping. He’s doing about as well as possible given the circumstances.

He was a character. The nurse took him to the examination area to draw blood–a few minutes later, I heard barking that sounded familiar. The doctor was smiling when she came out to talk to me–yes, King was the barker. They had him tied on an extended lead, and he walked around the room and barked at them when they talked to him. He has become very vocal in his old age.

They like him. That makes me happy.

Today we had near-record warmth, and tonight the wind is roaring. Possible snow showers on Monday. Trying not to think about it.

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Monday

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I can’t keep up with the changes over at Madame Agent’s critique auction for Sandy relief. We’re currently looking at the possibility of 4 critiques, with 4 folks donating $1500 each. Tune in tomorrow to see how it all shakes out.

King had a restless couple of hours this evening that I think was caused by an upset stomach. He seemed fine when I came home. I admit that I did give him a couple of biscuits, a new brand that might not have agreed with him. After a few minutes, the restlessness hit–he paced, drank water, and wanted to go outside. He went to the bathroom. He seemed anxious and a little clingy.

I had to give him his chemo tablets, so I did. I also gave him 10mg famotidine in case he had heartburn. I then fed him some chicken breast and rice. He remained restless for another half hour or so. Then he finally settled. He’s sleeping now.

I, on the other hand, am now the one feeling restless and edgy.

When I take King in for his next follow-up, I am going to ask about the best way to handle an upset stomach. I’d like to have something on hand to give him when it hits.

I hate when something like this happens now because I worry that it could snowball.

I need a cookie.

In other news, I just watched two minutes of STAR WARS–Episode 3. It was all I could take.

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Drive-by pupdate

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The oncologist phoned yesterday with King’s baseline labs. Everything’s fine except for the liver, which stands to reason. A couple of values are elevated, possibly from the disease or a hangover from surgery. I told him that King is eating well and is bouncy–to look at him, you wouldn’t think he was sick. The doctor was glad to hear it. The goal is to keep King at this point for as long as we can.

King spoils easy. A dog that gets his nose kissed on a regular basis and receives cookies for the asking is a dog that gets very, very used to ALL THE ATTENTION.

Oh well.