Here is my nephew comforting Zoey after her surgery. I think she looks like she has been crying. Her poor head looks so sore. We are absolutely done getting pieces cut out of her. Poor baby. They are still not sure about the lump in her mouth so we are calling her cured. The one on her head was just a cyst. They think they got it all on her leg. Now we will just spoil her and let her recover. The stitches come out in 2 weeks and then she can just have fun and forget the whole thing.
My Nephew is a sweet young man. Thank goodness. He thinks Zoey is beautiful even with all her shaved area's and scars. So do I.
When we dropped her off at the vets this morning and left her. She keep looking back at us as they led her down the hall, tail between her legs, her eyes begging us to let her come with us. She just could believe she was in for a repeat of 2 weeks ago. Hopefully this time it will be a lot less painful. They will remove one more lump from the top of her head and take out all her stitches. We can't pick her up until 2. Then we talk to the Vet and see what exactly it is she has. I think it will have to be a long time before we bring her back to the vets, lol. She may never forgive us. Plus she is down 6 pounds. We have been really doing well at not over feeding her and with the surgery she cut down herself. I want her to live a long long time.
Last night of work. Now I am off until next Thursday. My BIL's son came last night. I am looking forward to seeing him. Hope he is well mannered and fun. I do like kids but can't tolerate spoiled mouthy ones. From when we have talked to him on the phone he always seems really sweet.
My MIL is having a lot of trouble breathing since yesterday. The hospice nurse thinks the cancer may have either spread to her lungs or be compromising her lungs. We will be over there most of the time except we have to drive my hubby's Uncles classic Chevy to his new lake house for him one day. They just don't make cars like that anymore.
Things that stand out for me. OK. I had almost convinced myself that I could drag up the courage to fly and go see my sister in Hawaii. I really miss her and would love to see the place. Then they have the headline from yesterday. Passenger with extreme drug resistant TB possibly infects 2 plane loads of passenger. Yikes. I know about those drug resistant illnesses. I don't want that. Now the chances of that happening again have to be pretty darn rare right? Maybe with the TB but there are alot of drug resistant diseases these days. I don't want any of them. And don't you all share the same exhaled air in planes? Filtered but the same?
Another thing from the news. Cindy Sheehan. I felt so sorry about her son. Didn't like how she came across so un American. But did feel sorry for her the way the media and far left used and abused her for their own agenda. They took a grieving mother and used her for their own political gain and against their hatred for Bush. The media and politicians didn't care one little bit about what she lost in this whole thing. I hope she goes and can rebuild her life. Her son gave the ultimate sacrifice. Still don't agree with the way she handled it, but can feel her pain.
Why do people kill each other because one man in power wants another man in power to bow down to him? And to me that is what wars have always been. A political game with the powerful using us as their pawns. Every country, every war, have any really been fought for any other reason but one mans quest for power? Oh they make it look noble, they say it is for us, but what does anyone of us pawns gain but someone else in power? If the American people said no, if the Iranian people said no, if the German's had said no, if the Japanese had said no..etc...etc...etc....would there have been any wars. Just said, oh no thanks, I have nothing against those people. Think I will stay home and continue to plant my fields and raise my family and just get along day to day.........Wouldn't it be so nice if it was that easy. Because if we all did say no do you really think those in power would get out on the battle fields and fight? And wouldn't that be awfully funny. A light slap her, a return slap there, 5 hours of talk and then another tap.
And then last but not least. Boulder Colo. had an assembly for their high school students at one of the schools. I listened to it on the radio today. The people told them all how drug use was just fine, casual drug use, pot hash etc. and sex was A OK between men and women, women and women, men and men, boys and men, little girls and men! And masturbate children, masturbate.
The school allowed it! Their parents allowed it. Children now a days have no chance. Look at what's teaching them. I am sorry but I am not raising my children that way. Sexual transmitted disease is way up among teens, its not just about unwanted pregnancies. What about self worth. What about becoming a productive self respecting member of society. What is happening to the morals in this country. If that had happened here I would be suing the school. I would be screaming at the teachers. If I want my children to learn about those types of things I will teach them myself. I will teach them the pro AND the cons. I will be a responsible adult. My kids told me the only 2 things they listened to me about where sex and drugs. I know people who buy their kids condom and birth control. I don't want to be a grandmother, they say. I taught my kids that abstinence was the safest way to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. The surest way not to get a sexually transmitted disease. The best way to show you respected the woman you were dating. I also told them about birth control and I told them about drugs. I have lots of experience from working at the hospital with the dark side of casual sex and drugs. I didn't want that for my children. I don't want that for any children. I told my children to look at the best side and the worst side when they make choices and see if the best out ways the worse. They didn't always listen to me of course but at least they knew where I stood and why I believed what I did.
But them I am also the woman who told my son's and all their male friends that they needed to do monthly testicular checks just like women have to do monthly breast exams and to see a doctor right away if they feel a lump.
Now as usual these are my thoughts, my views and my journal. Your allowed to feel any way you want. This is how I feel.
Well as you can see I am having a rambling day. My mind does this sometimes. Thinks of other abstracts instead of my own.
I just love the double petunia's.
Just got back from my MIL's. Last week she weighed 125, this week 122.5. Last month she weighed 145. Oct she weighed 165. Also this morning she started to have pain in her back. Hospice is getting her a different bed since the one she is on is so uncomfortable. Her pastor came and gave her communion and some prayers. Also of concern is she doesn't remember some of the people that came to visit. Doesn't remember them even being here. Doesn't remember people in old pictures. Just really getting bad after having a good couple of weeks. She is funny though. Her paster had hip surgery and had trouble getting out of the chair. My MIL stood up to help him. I said, God no, we will have you both on the floor and helped him, good for a chuckle or two.
She told me if the worse happened and Zoey is really bad she will take care of her until we get there. Nice thought.
We drop Zoey off Thursday morning again and will leave her to have the lump on her head removed and then pick her up in the afternoon with 2 new stitches give or take and minus 24.
Well, it is pouring rain here and lightening so I am going to shut the puter down. Have a great night all.
Well I took a pain pill before bed last night as my leg was throbbing and slept like a queen. Which is good as I have lots to do today. I have a few things to get listed today and I have a few things to mail. Much to my dismay I am feeling tight in my chest already this morning. Checked the weather and the humidity level is way up. Maybe that is why my asthma is acting up? My chest feels achy and sore like it does after I have a bad attack. Its like trying to breath with your chest encased in cement. I just can't get the air in and more I struggle, the worse it gets. Rick keeps telling me not to get dependent on my inhaler but hey, guess what? I am dependent on it.....for a deep breath, for air air air. Gosh. And check out my bruise from the IV.
I know stress can bring on attacks. Now yesterday I wasn't feeling stressed that I know of. I had a really good meditation set, my MIL is feeling fair. I was off work and got to talk to my sister in Hawaii. I was working on the pretty flower pictures minding my own business when I started have trouble breathing. My calf as been hurting since last week and to top it off I got a charlie horse in it the other day so it was pretty sore and I was taking it easy on it. It really was without any warning when this attack came on. I wasn't using any bleach, cleaning out my tub, nothing. So I don't know. I have 2 ways I handle stress, deal with it head on or tuck in way back in a corner of my mind so I don't have to think about it all the time. Maybe it wasn't as tucked back as I thought.
Thursday Zoey gets her sutures out. We are more then ready for that as every time we pet her we hit one accidentally. They will take out the lump on here head at that time and tell us the final report. I can get some more of my questions answered then that I couldn't think of to ask him at the time. Like how serious is this cancer. I know that sounds dumb but maybe it is one that grows really really slow or not at all once they remove it. I can hope, right!
My BIL is still doing his thing. He has completely gone through my MIL's house. Every closet, every drawer. He is driving her car all over. I told her to make sure he is insured. But he is cooking meals for her and planting her flowers. He is messy which drives her nuts. I am just trying to get along so my MIL isn't stressing about it. I don't want her in the middle.
Well, enough of putting off work. Time to get my pictures fixed and listed. Take care all.
May your tires always be round and full and your muscles strong like steel.
Well it turned out to be an asthma attack. My calf has been hurting since last thursday and that is just a strain, just a coincidence it was hurting at the same time.
Gee, I have never had an asthma attack when I wasn't working out or cleaning using bleach. Bummer. I sure hope they don't start coming more often.
By the time Rick got home to pick me up I was pretty miserable, but the ac in the van helped and I took my asthma med. Of course I had to have this happen on a holiday. Urgent care was closed and I had to go to outpatients. Everyone in town was there I think. Then they gave me a blood thinner and when they took my IV out it bled all over my shirt and pants. I was going to stop at the store on the way home and decided that would look weird. So here I am, breathing better after a treatment and in time for Rick to BBQ supper. Thanks all for the well wishes. Crossing your fingers worked!
I am on my way to urgent care. I have been having pain in my calf and now am having some shortness of breath. Lets just hope it is a sprained muscle and an asthma attack and not a blood clot. I haven't had the best of luck lately.
