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The tandem pull of the sun and the moon
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wSaturday, May 31, 2003 |
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Gretchen is doing better. I discontinued the antibiotics and she's perked up. She's back to bein a pest in the morning when I'm trying to sleep. sigh. Between her and my neighbor playin his electric guitar at 9am, its darn hard to sleep in like the lazy bum I aspire to be.
Three days ago, my temporary assistant gave 2 days notice. She said she didn't like the work. So I'm back to being without help. I don't think she much liked lab work. I loaned her to my boss for some of the tests he has to do and all she did was complain about how boring it was. I'm not sure what did excite her. There were things from her I wanted that I wasn't getting.. ie. I wanted her to take some ownership over the aquaria where we keep the stock... I wanted more initiative from her. But I didn't really see anything like that from her. Really what I want is mini-me. Heh. I know that's not realistic. But I want someone who's drive and sense of responsibility matches my own. Not that I'm that great or anything. But that's probably a lot to ask.
My lab was in a little bit of a lull the week and a half, but as soon as the temp gave notice a mess of things appeared on my work list. So next week will probably be long hours. I'm just glad I get paid overtime. I don't know how long it will take to get another helper.
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Just Mary at 2:57 PM
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wSunday, May 25, 2003 |
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She's still not feeling good. I feel bad for her.. she was doing so well before surgery. In fact, I couldn't even tell she was sick. I had her checked out because I noticed the mass in her neck. She's sleeping a ton and isn't waking me up for food in the morning. She just lies quietly next to me.
I need to get a different antibiotic for her. She seriously is hating the stuff she's getting.. its got this strong banana smell to it, which has to be more for the owner than the cat. I've never seen her so resistant to medication... once I get the liquid in her, she doesn't swallow, just drools it out of her. Stubborn cat.
She's being treated like a queen tho. Lots of kitty massage ( I bought a new lil brush that's really nice for her skin) and little treats. Today, she and Annie had a lil bit of tuna. Friday, she got a little bit of turkey meat an some cheese. So yeah, I'm spoiling her rotten. What else am I going to do? She's been my best bud for 17 years.
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Just Mary at 3:17 PM
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wThursday, May 22, 2003 |
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Intermediate grade adenocarcinoma.
She's doing ok. Spending a lot of time chilling in her usual place next to me. She's clearly not feeling good, but still purrs when I pet her. I think the not feeling good is more about the anesthesia than any other discomfort. I'm upset, but dealing. Gonna have an xray scan done to see if its metasasized.
She's such a good lil beast. I'm not ready to say goodbye yet.
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Just Mary at 7:46 PM
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wWednesday, May 21, 2003 |
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Little ol' Gretchen is recovering nicely today after surgery. I found a big ol lump on her neck last weekend. I brought her into the vet yesterday and he recommended surgery. I got to see the tumor before we sent it off for biopsy.. its HUGE and irregularly shaped. Not good. There was hardly any blood, according to the vet, which is good... means its not vascularlized, at least. I think that's required for it to metastasize.
So now I'm waiting for biopsy results. I don't know what I'll do if its malignant. Gretchen is 17 and while she's in super good shape (she shocked the doc yesterday -- he marvelled at how good she looks and said she looks like a 12 year old), I don't want to make her endure awful treatments just to prolong her life. But I did want to know what it was, so at least I could make an informed decision and know what the options and prognosis were.
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Just Mary at 11:40 AM
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wSaturday, May 10, 2003 |
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Peter Brueggeman, creator of one of my favorite websites, and one of the divers on Norbert Wu's team in the Antarctic, responded to some comments made last January. Thought I'd give y'all a pointer if you want to see the discussion. The thread was in response to a post I made about my excitement that Wu's documentary would air soon.
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Just Mary at 10:49 AM
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wWednesday, May 07, 2003 |
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I'm rethinking my renunciation of catholicism. Turns out the Pope has beatified the monk who invented cappucino. Way to go, Friar Marco d'Aviano of the Capuchin order! You're on your way to the big time!
I confess I pray to him every day around 3 or 4. Ok, he's not a saint yet, but beatification is a big step on the way. I know *I* think of him as a saint.
I did a couple of quick searches on the net for info about the order. Seems that his big deal was turning back a muslim invasion, that's why the pope is so keen on him. (The muslims left behind some coffee which was too bitter, so they sauced it up with honey and milk. ) Also seems that while capuchin monkeys were named after the friars but they weren't exactly monkeys -- they're the strictest of the Franciscans. No mean feat. Turns out they also had this lil weird deal in their home church, where they make art out of the dead. Check out the ossuary of the Santa Maria della Concezione dei Cappuccini in Rome. Over 4000 dead brothers.
Pretty wacky. I love Catholicism for stuff like this.
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Just Mary at 2:37 AM
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wFriday, May 02, 2003 |
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I didn't get the pony I wanted for my birthday. But I did get to eat sushi with friends (thanks guys!) and I got to go out on the Bay on the most gorgeous of Santa Cruz days. Looking at the shoreline from the water only affirmed my decision to stay on this side of the Hill and keep commuting. I live in paradise. And there's a reason those lil otters with their pups on their chest keep showing up on those postcards. Damn cute lil buggers.
Instead of a pony, I'm thinking about a kayak.
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There's nothing quite like waking up to pain and opening your eyes to find blood running in them. Miss Retched Gretchen decided to clamber over my head in the middle of the night rather than going around me. She's 15 pounds or so. Apparently she found my eyeball socket to be a fine paw-hold.
The scratches aren't deep -- forehead, eyelid, eye brow, under eye. But those areas sure seem to bleed a lot. This was 3:30am, remember. I was not a happy camper. And now I look like I got punched.
Currently, she's feline non-grata.
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