Thursday, July 24, 2014

Things are starting to look up.

Finally, too.

I finished knitting a cowl a coworker over at Wilson had requested a couple weeks ago, so that's getting a wash and sent out tomorrow. And a friend over on GhostVillage asked about commissioning a couple somethings once that was finished up, so going to get details from her on what she'd like. Plus Dr. Myers (Bruce's and my doctor. Love the woman to bits, and I've only had one official appointment with her and went to Bruce's Monday with him and mom and she remembered the knitting.) half-jokingly said about having me knit her a sweater. Which I just may do for Yule/Christmas. Saw one in the latest Knitscene magazine that would look good on her.

Well, that's all I have for now. Hopefully, I can get a flipping camera soon, so I can start posting photos of the knits in progress again... Even if it's a cheap point and shoot digital. Preferably a Nikon, because I actually like how the one I had worked.


Monday, July 21, 2014

Thank the Goddess THAT went well!

Dad had his doctor's appointment today, and thankfully, it went better than mom and I thought it would. Dr. Myers (who's also my doc, and oh how I love her.) actually talked him into going for the tests he's been putting off because he's afraid his insurance won't pay for it/ that it's too damn expensive. So, score one there.

Score two is that she told him that he has to eat when he starts getting hungry, to keep his blood sugar level. Otherwise he gets all kinds off pissed off and suicidal. I don't mean your run of the mill hangry bit, I mean full blown, I'm honestly afraid he's going to hurt me, mom or one of the furbabies we have left angry. And yes, I told her that during the appointment, in front of him.

Score two and a half: He's finally got a walker! His breathing troubles have gotten to the point that he can't go the ten feet from our front door to the car without having to lean on the trunk to catch his breath. For the record, he's got emphysema, and the last time he had his chest scanned, he had a nodule in one of his lungs that just may've gotten worse. Now, hopefully, the insurance company will pay the other 85 % of the walker cost.

Score three: I ran into one of my schoolmates/neighbors from Long's Gap Road when we were waiting on the scrip for the walker and a test for him, and we recognized each other pretty quickly. Though, he remembered my name before I remembered his. (Yes, I've always been bad with putting names with faces. This is nothing  new, and kind of a running jokeish with most folks who know me.)

Well, that's all for now. Hopefully, the rest of the effing anvil of crappy luck will get off soon. (Prayers/spells/what have you welcome to help with that, because honestly? We need all the help we can get right now.)

Well, I'll talk to y'all later!

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Well... Sadie passed on around 11:30 am EST today... Mom and I are pretty down about it, and mom wants to rearrange/clean out hers and dad's room so she isn't reminded as much of her, Nala, and Sammy the cat. Can't blame her, since that's where the three of them spent a lot of time. And we've agreed that once the three we have now pass on, we aren't getting any more furbabies. We just lost 3 within 2 weeks, and we're still trying to cope with that.

Anyway... If y'all have furkids, make sure to keep them deflead, and deflea your home.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Rant, again.

I can't fucking take arsehat anymore. We've lost two cats within the last... two or three weeks, one of whom was because he threw her after getting pissed off at her going for the other's throat. And I don't mean a light throw, I mean a full-on, hit the other wall with a thud throw. She disappeared, and wound up dying three or four days later because he can't keep a damn lid on his fucking temper. I admit to having one, but it takes a helluva lot (outside of jackass) to trigger it, plus I'm a receptive empathy with really sucky shielding. So, when he starts pulling his shit, I'll  usually find my temper getting worse, and best indicator of how bad it is is how much I'm cursing like a fuckin' pirate. I curse some normally, but as my temper gets worse, so does the cursing.

What's pissing me off now is that we have another kitty who likely isn't going to survive the night, and mom told asshole to go get a can of liquid cat nourishment stuff while she was at work. Did he get it? Nope. Now she's really doing bad, and he's pulling his stupid shit. Mom's trying to take care of Sadie and make sure he eats, and it's just stressful as fuck.

On a semi-related note, he wound up rescheduling his doctors appointment from the 7th to the 21st, which meant I had to take another fucking vacation day. And mom and I are going in with him so we can tell his doctor what exactly is going on with him. The way he's acting, he just may be either Hypoglycemic or diabetic. Either one wouldn't surprise me one fucking bit.

Anyway, I know I haven't had much to post besides ranting on asswhore lately, but I need to rant to someone other than Mom (she deals with him too.), or to my coworkers (They don't live with him.), but I've gotta get it out or I'm going to get a shit ton more migraines, and I don't like those any more than I like him.