Tuesday, October 7, 2025

Do people still read blogs?

 Since I last wrote, I had another kid, I stopped all communication with my older sister, my dad died, I got  a really stupid (but terribly handsome) cat, I started communicating with my younger sister a lot more, I got back surgery, and my mom died. She died while I was in the hospital recovering from the back surgery and I didn't get to say goodbye to her. I mean, I did, but I didn't. I was there for my dad while he was dying, but I couldn't travel in the weeks before my surgery because my back was so bad. It was a shitty time all around and I don't really want to talk about it right now.

Maybe I'll start writing here more often. I bet no one is reading it, anyway, and I can't afford therapy. It may help.

Watching: Gen V season 2 on Prime Video before I cancel my Amazon subscription.

Reading: The Body Keeps the Score by ? I can't remember and I'm too lazy to get up and look at the cover.

Listening to: Nothing lately. Music just hasn't been doing anything for me now that I have two kids who         are constantly yelling and screaming and laughing and singing and talking and just making noise in             general. I've been into quietness these past couple of years.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

I haven't written a post in a long time, but I want to start writing again. I have a toddler now and I am a SAHM, which I learned stands for stay-at-home-mom when I was pregnant. I hate acronyms. C and I had trouble conceiving and when I tried looking at the infertility forums on the interwebs, I was so fucking confused by all of them. Have they always been so prevalent, or are we just getting lazier? 

I mean, I'm not a computer person, as you can probably tell. I learned to type on a typewriter. I tried pressing the "tab" key to indent to start a paragraph. I think we had a computer lab in high school, but I thought it was a fad. I started taking CAD in college, but I dropped the class because fashion designers don't need computers to draw for them!

Oh, yeah- I have a 9th grade education (I was in 10th grade twice, but didn't pass either time), so be patient with my lack of correct grammar and misuse of punctuation. My lack of education is a whole crazy story and I'll probably tell you one day. I was a smart kid and I wish I had taken advantage of what was available to me, but you don't know those things when you are a kid and I didn't really have anyone telling me otherwise. Except for one teacher, and I really wanted to listen to her, but I didn't really have a choice at that point. I regret not trying to find a better way, but thank you for trying Ms. G.

I digress. If you start reading my blog, you'll notice I do that a lot. A whole lot. Sorry. I also love using commas.

Things I want to address in this blog:

  • Food for toddlers (There are a million posts about this, I know, but you never know if mine will be the one that works for you)
  • Frugal living (I think we all need help in this area, myself included)
  • Life as a mom and wife (I never in a million years thought that I would be either)
  • Arts & Crafts (My main outlet besides reading and now maybe this)
  • Stuff and things

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Amputation.

I picked Sasha up from the vet two weeks ago today. She was in to have her right rear leg amputated because of a sarcoma. C and I thought that she had just injured her leg- I saw her jump on a chair and her foot missed, then she started limping for a day or two, then she was okay. Then the muscle below the thigh atrophied, a hardish mass appeared on her upper thigh, and she started limping again. I took her to the VCA here and they took a few x-rays, didn't find anything, and gave her steroids.
She seemed to be getting better, but not completely, so I had C's cousin's fiance look at it (he's a vet in another state- Dr. J), and he gave her another type of steroid shot and asked me to keep a close eye on it. I did, and the muscle did grow back, but she still never flexed her foot or moved it, so I brought it up to his practice (an hour and a half away) to have his surgeon look at it. The surgeon had an emergency surgery that day and didn't get to look at it until late in the day. He said that he thought it was a tumor that was causing the limping in the first place and recommended "exploratory surgery" to find out. Now, Sasha is 10 years old and I didn't want to put her through that until I was sure it wasn't just her muscle tensing up into a giant knot. I talked to Dr. J about it and he agreed that we could watch it for a while longer, since it didn't seem to be hurting her. Well, after a little while, I noticed that it was causing her discomfort, and then it seemed to be causing a lot of discomfort. The mass got bigger in the course of a few of weeks, too.
Unfortunately, I am a responsible employee (when I'm employed), and I couldn't just take off of work without getting an okay from my boss. Things were a bit crazy, thanks to an increase in business and two... lackadaisical... coworkers, so I never quite got the okay. Finally, one night, she tried to stand up and then flopped over, meowing. Sasha hardly ever meows, she didn't even start meowing at all until she was about 6. I knew something was wrong, so I contacted Dr. J and he consulted the other surgeon and they decided that a full amputation of the limb was the best thing to do. I scheduled the amputation and put my notice in at work (not getting time off to take care of Sasha was the last straw in a long line of crap I'd been dealing with for a very long time).
When he got her on the table, he said it had gotten a lot bigger than he thought (almost all in the week since I had scheduled the surgery), and he had to take it off at the joint instead of leaving a little of the femur. It looks good, as far as healing goes, I'm surprised about that. She was trying to jump on stuff when she got home from the vet. The only issue we've had is that last Thursday, we noticed fluid building up under her skin above the sutures. When we woke up on Friday, pus was pouring out of one of the little nicks around the amputation area (from the clippers when they were shaving her for surgery, I think), so I brought her to the VCA again. They drained it and rinsed it, then sent me home with more antibiotics, painkillers, and some disinfectant to use 3 times a day with a warm compress on the area. Saturday night, a loop of some of the inside suture poked out of the hole, and I think that's what caused all the fuss in the first place. The body doesn't like foreign objects and does everything it can to push them out. The loop went back in when I wiped it with the disinfectant, which I wish didn't happen. I hope it doesn't irritate the area again when Sasha is finished with her antibiotics... Oh! And I got to take Sasha's temperature, too! That was not fun, I was just teasing with the exclamation marks. A cat who isn't feeling good already does not like it when you add to that discomfort by shoving something in her butt. I will post pictures at some point of the whole process, in case your pet ever goes through it. I have to go and do Sasha's warm compress now.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Unemployed and blogging.

I started reading a book a few weeks ago written by a chick who got all of these degrees and then started blogging instead of using those degrees. It's called A Homemade Life, I think. I put it down and can't find it, so I didn't finish it yet. It will turn up and I'll finish it, despite the fact that I wasn't enjoying it. I don't like to not finish books. I thought if she could blog about the crap she wrote a book about, so could I. Blog, not write a book. Anyway, here I am. Blogging. I have to tell you, it's not very exciting. I don't really know what I'm doing, though. I'm a rambler, so I'll just ramble a bit and call it a blog.
I quit my job on Friday. I mean, I worked a two-week notice, I didn't just walk out. Friday was my last day. I didn't have another job lined up before I quit, though, and that was a little dumb. Only a little because I worked there almost two years and it made me miserable just about every minute of those almost two years. It's weird to think that I don't have to go to work tomorrow. I do have to get up early. I'm driving Sasha (my cat) up to New Hampshire to have her leg amputated. I'm scared that it's a tumor and that it's spread and that the when the vet calls to tell me how it went, he will tell me that he put her to sleep while she was under because the cancer had spread so much. Or that she died when they put her under anesthesia. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little paranoid. It gets worse when I'm stressed out, and I'm really stressed out. I'm about to move and I don't know how it's going to affect Sasha. I hope she heals a lot before we move. And I hope I find a job.