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Movin' On Up
Hi, remember me? Is this thing on?
For anyone who still ventures over here, I have taken a page from others and moved myself and this journal over to Dreamwidth. Same great name, same great icon. -
Tiny Tabby Boy
I had surgery on my left elbow back on April 8th and then took three weeks off from work to recover. Maybe it was the Vicodin but the week after surgery I was really missing my late kitty, Harry. I mean really missing him. The next morning, April 15th, I checked my email and what do I see but an email from one of the techs at my Vet. She sent me ( Read more... ) -
My Special Kitty Boy
My special kitty boy, Harry, passed away yesterday. I had hoped he would make it to his 12th birthday but as it was, he barely made it to mine. He was ready; I wasn't. But when I finally realized it wasn't about me, I made the decision on March 20th at 2pm. I wrote the following when I first found out that he had cancer. It was a Friday and I was ( Read more... ) -
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
Not sure what has gotten into me but I've now finished two fics over the last six months. First there was She Sells Sanctuary in the Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea fandom and just last week I posted to final chapter to a Brass/CSI fic called Shelter from the Storm. This one is a sequel to Forgiveness and features the return of Annie Kramer. I ( Read more... ) -
Stupid Shoulder
After four weeks of physical therapy, the impingement in my right shoulder wasn't getting any better. If anything it was getting worse. It hurts almost always and with certain movements, the pain can ramp up very quickly. And it's double over, take your breath away pain. I can't lift my arm above my shoulder or put my hand behind my back. It's ( Read more... ) -
And so it goes
Just about a year ago I got my first cortisone shot in my right elbow and started physical therapy. Three and a half months later, I got a second cortisone shot, started physical therapy again. A month and a half later I had surgery ( Read more... ) -
Cat Tales
I have three cats: Harry and Sophie, both 10 years old, and Tucker, who's 6. Tucker has always kind of been the odd cat out only because there's one of me and Harry and Sophie are so clingy. I am never, ever alone and the minute I settle onto the couch or chair for any length of time, I have Sophie curled up next to me and Harry on me like I'm a ( Read more... )
