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Deja Vu

So ... Wednesday, after the surgery, Aurora and I walked up and down our little street for hours (H.o.u.r.s).  She looked at everything - sometimes standing still and watching a bird, sometimes walking very very slowly as her head turned side to side, just taking it all in.  (I'm sure she was remapping her surroundings in her brain.)  Sometimes she would just sit in a neighbor's yard and watch the neighborhood.   (It was, however, freezing cold with a wind chill out there -- 15 F/-9 C.)

This continued most of the day until she pooped. 

(Yes, I just wrote that.  For reals.  Anesthesia slows peristalsis - causing constipation.  No insulin prior to surgery raises blood sugar.  This pulls water into the blood as the body tries to dilute the blood sugar - causing constipation.   Lack of food (surgery, anesthesia) eliminates the pressure on the bowel - encouraging constipation.)

We watched a squirrel.  She noticed that the house has windows that see through to the outside.  She watched birds with Nickie.  

She finally slept - but I had to lock the kittens downstairs.  Ned's staring at her was unnerving.

Yesterday we were very busy (vet check (excellent), horse visit, more slow walking, ... figuring out how to eat when one's head is in a cone). 

Today, we are walking again.  Seems we'll be clearing the back log ...

gotta go ... /sigh

Last night, I was carrying Aurora around because she wouldn't wake up.

Today, she is taking all those unused energies and using them up.

And then taking some out on loan.

Eyes are good. (Watching her watch the world/cars/squirrell/cats??? is fascinating.)

Reaction to all the drugs - not so good. She's whining, pacing, unsettled. We've walked up and down the street (very very slowly) (Very. Slowly.) for several hours until she could, uhm, you know.

Too bad I can't blog from there ;)

Pix later - she's actually settled and I'd like it to stay that way.

/sigh

My (blogging) problems continue.  At least I think they do; Typepad may have fixed them but I have to assume not.

I'm writing because:

1.  Yes, I've got a move to Wordpress in progress

2.  I've got 5 hats knit (something has to keep you coming back!)

3.  Aurora is having surgery tomorrow.   It is "only" cataract surgery but she's my rescue baby - who was found abandonned and starving and pregnant (and she lost the little ones).  Tomorrow I'm not allowed to feed her breakfast (or give insulin) and she just won't understand.   (We joke:  maybe I should have asked for some valium for me.)

(This means I may be off-line for a few more days.  Depends on how it goes.  She isn't taking well to the pre-surgury meds.) 

4.  I'm going to tempt fate - I've think I've got to the point where I can post one picture per posting.  If I type first, add the picture last, and only one pic, and I'm really quick about it.  The browser won't crash. 

....   so much for that working... let's try sticking our head behind the cabinet... 

 

Another day ...

another build...

Another failure.  /sigh

Peeps - I'm playing (I use that term a bit sarcastically) with various solutions to the problem (that only I appear to be having.  My google searches are coming up empty.) 

I'm not sure what you're blog readers will tell you - but I'm just testing and deleting bad posts.  Sorry for any confusion. 

Test 5

o.k. let's try a Flickr upload ...

nope.

/sigh 

Text, works.  Pix, nope.   (What fun is reading my blather without a cute furry photo?)

Be careful what you wish for

Well, I have a new outlook.  But Typepad does not (still crashing my browser(s) on picture upload.)

Sigh

Need a little distance

and maybe a new perspective:

(insert cute photo of Nicky burrowing under a cabinet)

Maybe not this perspective, exactly, but something ...

p.s.  Browser crashes (IE and Firefox) with every photo upload.  Which is about the way my day went - you know one step forward/two steps back on the down side of a roller coaster. 

I read enough self-help to know that I should focus on the positive and be grateful and blahdittyblahblah...

I'm going to read a non-digital book.  In bed.  With ice cream.

A Mighty Oak

from a little acorn grows.

In the end, I think that is what NaBloPoMo is all about - planting seeds and becoming rooted in your own internet presence and habits.

I don't think I can claim "success".  There were 2 posts that didn't happen on time due to internet outages.  (At which point, I realized the need to use the scheduling software.  It is the only way (for me) to make daily posting even feasible.  Case in point:  we arrived home tonight to find that contractors had not reconnected FIOS after the day's events. 

(Aside:  does anyone remember, at the end of September, when I joked with the contractor:  Would he be done by Thanksgiving?

"Oh yes!"  He says.  "We'll be out of here by Hallowe'en."

Ahem. 

I'm hoping for Christmas.  

Anyway ...)

Mighty oaks to be ...