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Saturday, February 18th, 2006
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10:19 am - An Invitation of Sorts
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Tomorrow, the 19th, is Christopher's birthday, and we will be going to Pizza House at 6:30 tomorrow for some pizza and various beverages. We chose Pizza House as they have beers, shakes, good food, there are neat Rothkos on the walls, and there's no smoking.
OK, Christopher just said that he doesn't have a birthday because, like the jazz musician Sun-Ra, he is from the planet Saturn, but he is quite full of poo.
It really is his birthday, his 34th, and those of you who would care to join us at Pizza House are very welcome to. In fact, we'd downright like to see people, although there is no pressure.
Gifties are certainly not necessary, nor will be painting birthday wishes across asscheeks and breasts, although he does still very much appreciate this effort of a few years ago, as do I.
Hope to see some of you tomorrow night!!
oh yeah, please let me know if you think you'll be coming so we can make reservations if need be - thanks!
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| Saturday, September 24th, 2005
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7:05 pm - a nice discovery
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To the person/s who left a bag of delectable samosas at our door today, thank you :)
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3:25 pm - Why I think Bill Maher is kinda sexy
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A Monologue from Mr. Maher:
"Mr. President, this job can't be fun for you any more. There's no more
money to spend--you used up all of that. You can't start another war
because you used up the army. And now, darn the luck, the rest of your
term has become the Bush family nightmare: helping poor people.
Listen to your Mom. The cupboard's bare, the credit cards maxed out. No
one's speaking to you. Mission accomplished.
"Now it's time to do what you've always done best: lose interest and
walk away. Like you did with your military service and the oil company
and the baseball team. It's time. Time to move on and try the next
fantasy job. How about cowboy or space man? Now I know what you're
saying: there's so many other things that you as President could involve
yourself in. Please don't. I know, I know. There's a lot left to do.
There's a war with Venezuela {or perhaps Colombia, Syria, Iran, North Korea}.
Eliminating the sales tax on yachts.
Turning the space program over to the church... and Social Security to
Fannie Mae. Giving embryos the vote.
"But, Sir, none of that is going to happen now. Why? Because you govern
like Billy Joel drives. You've performed so poorly I'm surprised that
you haven't given yourself a medal. You're a catastrophe that walks like
a man. Herbert Hoover was a shitty
president, but even he never conceded an entire city to rising water and
snakes.
"On your watch, we've lost almost all of our allies, the surplus, four
airliners, two trade centers, a piece of the Pentagon and the City of
New Orleans. Maybe you're just not lucky. I'm not saying you don't love
this country. I'm just wondering how much worse it
could be if you were on the other side."So, yes, God does speak to you.
What He is saying is: 'Take a hint.' "
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| Friday, June 17th, 2005
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11:47 pm - me want food
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It's late, and I'm waiting for the bathroom to be free so I can slide into my sheets on this rather cool June night, a perfect night to sleep with the windows open.
I am currently ravenous. I want breakfast. Fried eggs, toast to dip in the yolks, hashbrowns with provolone cheese, bacon, cranberry juice and tea. I am starting to alternate between a strong aversion to eating to wanting to eat like a mad woman.
I am forgoing the massive breakfast for now in favor of bed, but I may just have to start eating more tomorrow.
We went to the doctor yesterday for my first ultrasound. They wanted to determine how far along I am and make sure that everything looks OK before I leave the country for a week. I am further along than they had originally thought - I am at nine and a half weeks. We got to see the little peanut sized creature sitting in my womb, and it would wiggle what will be its lower extremities when I laughed. We heard its heartbeat and it sounded strong and normal. I knew that I would react strongly upon hearing a heartbeat, but it was even more powerful and surreal than I would have predicted, and it made the whole situation even more real. I cried, of course. My body has never felt more powerful, or more out of my control, which, except for the dashing to the bathroom from nausea from brushing my teeth, is just fine with me. I am surrendering myself to what my body needs and what it will do naturally, and it feels perfectly OK. Also, it appears that I have lost 11 pounds in the last week. I'm sure part of that could be accounted for by the differing weight of clothes, of food in my stomach, but I have definitely been losing weight. Its rather nice, although it will soon start to go radically in the other direction.
Ok, time to brush my teeth, hopefully with minimal gagging, and go to bed.
current mood:  sleepy
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| Wednesday, May 4th, 2005
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10:19 pm - Thinking of Rummaging
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I miss having a place to rummage for stupid crap.
My dad has a decent basement to rummage through, but I already know what I will find, for the most part, as he is my dad, and the place, although it is an unfinished basement, is well organized.
Barb, however, had the rummager's dream basement. Matt's mom was truly scary in what she would accumulate not just in her basement, but in her fridge and freezers. Matt and I would get home late at night, or stay in during a blizzard, and spend hours going through her cupboards and her massive piles of crap in the basement.
We found 21 different bottles of pancake syrup in the back of the closet, all at different levels of remaining syrup. We found twelve 2 liters of Pepsi Free, which Barb refused to throw away as she might drink them someday. We found a box of Swan's Down cake mix dated 1972, and we were going to try to use the mix to bake the cake, but Matt's brother took the box home with him as a Barb souvenir before we could. We would go through the fridge and find 8 or 9 baggies, each one of them containing a single grape, and closed with a twist tie. We would have battles over food in the fridge. We would find a shriveled, week old baked potato just sitting there looking pathetic in the fridge, so we would throw it away. Later, when we looked in the fridge again, the potato would have miraculously returned. So, we would throw it away again. The next morning, it would be back in the fridge. We did this constantly, and would invoke her ire by slapping each other as hard as we could with week old leftover pancakes and then playing frisbee with them throughout the house.
In her extra freezer, she had baggies and plastic containers that had Thanksgiving turkey leftovers from 1982 through 1994. And she insisted that they not be thrown away. She would keep cans to hold the grease from cooking, but then keep the dozens of cans, filled with solidified fat and grease, in the cupboard next to the sink.
We found over 30 jars of marshmellow cream for baking, some of them brand new, and some of them yellow and jaundiced. We would line them up in a row on the kitchen counter, in order from most yellow and foul to the new jars, for Barb to find in the morning.
The absolute best find was a can of Frito Lay bean dip which bore an expiration date of 1965.
This became Matt's dashboard exhibit in his car, and it remained in his car, on the dash or by the stick shift, for three years. He threw it away only after it started to ooze forth after several seasons of baking and freezing in the car. We were sad to throw away that bean dip.
current mood:  nostalgic
current music: MarioKart
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| Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005
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10:11 pm - for no reason here's Apu
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I am tired and restless and bored but too tired to do anything about it.
I got to work at 7:45. I took a 20 minute break to eat some chili and then got back to work until 5. After work, I went with my coworkers to Jimmy's Pub for dinner and beer and we then went to go see Suze Orman live at MSU, cuz, like, we work for a credit counseling agency. I think she needs to be slapped, and hard, but at least she refrained from saying 'girlfriend' to women in the audience.
I got home at 9. So I spent 13 hours with my coworkers today, which is almost the amount of time per year that I see my mom and other members of my family. This is just sick and wrong.
It is my brother's 28th birthday today, which makes me feel very, very old, as he is my baby brother.
My dad is leaving for vacation with his girlfriend tomorrow to Laughlin and Sedona. They're spending three days in Sedona, and I am so very jealous and so very happy for him. He's been wanting to go back since the wedding almost 4 years ago. He promised to stick his feet in Oak Creek for me, if not just jump in.
Final random thought for the day before I start the process of getting ready for bed, there is a sandwich at Jimmy's Pub called the T-Bagger.
Again, that whole sick and wrong thing.
current mood:  exhausted
current music: Christopher talking to his dad on the phone
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| Sunday, April 24th, 2005
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11:59 pm - how can you have your pudding if you don't eat your meat
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Today has been a good day.
I woke up with a headache and an upset stomach, as I probably should have had more for dinner last night than Jerry's caramel corn. We lounged in bed for an hour and talked and laughed, had some sex, and then I took a shower and climbed right back into bed. I talked to my mom for an hour, and then my dad and my brother. More lounging. I watched another episode of Deadwood, having watched the first three episodes yesterday. After being harassed by my brother and mom for months about my apparent need to watch this show, I went and rented it, and it is pretty fucking sweet. I am officially hooked. I have three more episodes to watch, and then I'll have to go rent the other last three DVDs for the first season. Like Six Feet Under, it has incredibly well drawn out characters, and the language is the the most foul I've ever heard in any TV context. It makes Kevin Smith dialogue sound innocently juvenile. But the profanity is interlaced with some of the most poetic dialogue I've heard, which makes me love it even more. I adore Calamity Jane.
I had no energy, and neither did Christopher, but we got dressed, got our winter coats out of the closet, where they had, we though, been put away for the season, and drove Christopher's car to Midas for what has become our monthly visit. Last month my car cost us $500, and I giggle with resignation thinking about what a new alternator and/or battery will cost. That done, we headed to Meijer for our first real shopping trip in about a month, and we were pretty miserable, but kept our humor about us.
We got home and decided to empty and clean the refrigerator, which we did, while listening to the entirety of The Wall. And we had fun. I think the one of the best ways that you know you have a good partner is if you can enjoy doing the mundane with them. Ecstasy and romance and excitement are all well and good, but if you can't enjoy putting groceries away and doing dumb shit like dancing like the judge in The Wall in the livingroom while cleaning the chinchilla cage, chances are you are going to get bored.
So, there were 4 bombings in Iraq today, and the headlines were on the 'installation' of the pope. When I hear the word installation, I think of something like software of hardware, not a person. It conjures up images of the new pope being plugged into The Borg and assimilated, which is not, I don't think, an entirely inaccurate metaphor.
I watched about 3 minutes of Larry King tonight where there were 'authorities' on what happens after you die. They were discussing theodicy, and not very well, so I had to turn it off before my brain exploded. Fuck theodicy.
We let the chinchillas out tonight to play, and Edgar was chasing and mounting Zoe all night, taking breaks to nibble at his little erect penis and then chasing after her again. Christopher and I laid on our stomachs and delightedly watched this play out under the futon. My little fuzzy guy is libidinous again, and his weight is slowly going up. I think I will stop worrying about him now.
current mood:  content
current music: Chakra Chants
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| Tuesday, April 12th, 2005
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11:55 am - Stoned in the Sistine Chapel
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The logic of nitrous and the logic of dreams are very similar. Things that make perfect sense in the context of the nitrous dream become hazy and incoherent afterwards, but I can remember the nitrous logic. Just before my new dental hygienist called me into the back to scrape away 9 years of accumulated resin from my teeth, I was looking at a Time magazine which had a photo of rows of bishops and cardinals in the Sistine Chapel, with Michelangelo’s Last Judgment looming over them. So, Marcus, who is also Christopher’s hygienist and totally rocks, set me up in the sterile cleaning room, with Mariah Carey on the radio and the scrape scrape suck suck of the patient in the chair on the other side of the room. He opened up the kit of pokey scrapey tools and then finally placed the precious, precious, nitrous tube over my nose, and my brain went bye bye. The fascinating thing about nitrous is that you still feel pain, but you are completely disassociated from it.
Huh, that fucking hurts, by brain thinks. How bout that. So, in my head this morning, my rows of teeth were actually transformed into the different rows of figures in the Last Judgment. My front incisors, as he scraped the instrument down the long crease between the teeth, just under my gum, became the figure of a bag of skin held by one of the bishops, the face in the bag of skin being Michelangelo’s mangled self portrait. My lower teeth were the worst, and in my head this corresponded perfectly to the tormented souls and demons in the bottom half of the painting. My back left molars, which were just awful, became in my mind the figure of King Midas (or Minos, I can’t remember), who is encircled by a serpent whose venomous head is clamped firmly over his genitals. I found this all very amusing as my head spun and I moved around the painting, and I not very surprisingly did not make it to the legions of the saved above Christ. My teeth were among the damned only. Damn but nitrous is good shit. The last time I had dental work done I had images of Star Wars taking place in all in my mouth. I actually prefer the Renaissance version.
So I sit at work now, my mouth sore despite the naproxen that I took, and I feel vaguely nauseated – I feel like my teeth are being held in by raw hamburger. I keep looking in the mirror to make sure that my mouth does actually look normal.
current mood: out of it
current music: Tom Waits - Poor Edward
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| Wednesday, April 6th, 2005
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10:19 pm - Another spring emergence
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After 6 months of slumbering deep within the confines of my highly Euclidean, mundane, non-Cyclopean closet, Summer Fun Cthulhu has returned to his crypt, or, well, velvet pillow on the couch for the summer.
current mood:  hyper
current music: circulating fans
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| Monday, April 4th, 2005
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1:01 pm - anyone?
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Does anyone know where I would need to go to get my passport renewed in Lansing? I checked the Secretary of State website and there were no links. Also, anyone know if you need a passport to fly into Mexico?
current mood: working
current music: English Patient soundtrack
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| Sunday, March 27th, 2005
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12:14 am - attack ships on fire.....at 12:30am
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Accomplished last night:
Cleaned chinchilla cage thoroughly while I watched The Fisher King, a movie that never fails to compel, amaze, and amuse me, even though I already know every single line in the movie.
Ordered pizza and was lazy.
Got phenomonal headache and went to bed early.
Cuddled with my man. We slept in the same bed last night for the first time all week, and I slept happily next to him, and the snoring wasn't that bad. I don't like sleeping apart from him. That's one of the joys of a relationship, literally sleeping together, hearing them breathe and move against you as they sleep.
Today:
Got up early. Took Excedrin, as headache was still there. Listened to some Louis Armstrong and cleaned kitchen.
Got Edgar's food ready for the day.
Christopher finished Comp Question #1 and so wanted to get out of the house. We went out for some cheap lunch, stopped by Skippy and Benny's to say hello, and we walked with Skippy to the new Cyber Cafe on Michigan, which is just Uber Cool. We then ran into Alex and SarahBeth on our way out to the car, as they were also out enjoying the sunny day.
Then home, coziness and sex in a sunbeam.
Then I went shopping and bumming with beautiful Ari, and then back to 603 for talking on the porch and then on the couch until 5:30 or so.
Came home, we fed Edgar, I made dinner, and caught the tail end of Witness on TV. Harrison Ford AND Viggo Mortensen on the same screen together = something I would like to see more of.
Cuddled with Christopher for an hour. Yegads I love that boy.
Went to Mel's to watch movies but we ended up talking and listening to great music. Jerry and Mike came home, and we sat & bullshitted for a while. Then I picked up some Red Bull for Xtopher, and came home, and here I sit. He is still working on question #2, and I'm hoping we'll be able to go to bed together, so I am waiting up for a while.
I'm having one of those "life is good" moments.
current mood: happy
current music: Blade Runner soundtrack
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| Saturday, March 26th, 2005
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10:00 am - Work as Spiritual Practice
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There is a lot of work that I do at the office which goes beyond the realm of just discussing way to get someone out of debt, foreclosure, etc. In fact, most of the work that I do is just in interacting with my clients on a human level. They come in fidgety, angry, neurotic, scared. Many of them won't meet my eye at first, and just look nervously about my office. So, I have to make them feel at ease, which means I have to figure out how to match my tone of voice, the words I use, my body language - basically, my entire mode of being - to try to what they need from me to make them open up. I am extremely good at this. I don't know how or why, but I am able to engage most anyone successfully - from college students, to illiterate working class people, to the elderly. This ability baffles me, in a way, as I am a natural introvert, and in a standard social setting with strangers I tend to clam up and not talk. Engaging others can be very hard for me. But at work, in a professional setting, I can do this very well, without coming across as phony or forced. I believe this is the reason that I have not yet been asked to remove my nose stud at work, as no one could say that it creates a distance between myself and the clients. I even had a really cute old man in his nineties say he liked the way it made my face glitter. However, this interacting with others is fucking exhausting.
I am in no way trained as a counselor - I took the basic psychology courses in college - women's psych, social psych, personality (my favorite), and I also took a barage of literature courses, which, I personally believe, can have an equal if not great impact on understanding human nature. This is why I chose to focus on literature in grad school rather than Caribbean philosophy or history. You can still get the history and philosophy from the literature itself, but it is then presented in such a way as to make one identify on a human level with the events and the philosophies described. It is easier to understand the implications of history, theory, and philosophy in the lives of actual human beings, their existentiel actuality, in a Heideggerain sense, in literature than in any other type of text. So, I believe that my love of narrative has helped me some, as well, in how I deal with others. Its a controversial claim of literature, but I do believe that reading literature in a mindful way can make one a more compassionate person. Which is why I inundated my mother and my aunt, who expressed all sorts of unconscious and conscious prejudices, with very particular books, like Beloved, The Color Purple, Ceremony, The Bhagavad Gita, and virtually anything by Maya Angelou. I've even wanted to give my mom some Gloria Anzaldua as she still, despite loving my brother's Mexican girlfriend, has issues with Mexicans, particularly migrant workers.
Anyway, getting away from that tangent, when I have weeks like I did this week, when for two days in a row I had people break down in my office, my ability to engage and be compassionate is, let's say, rather strained. I should never care more about a person's situation than they do. I try to engage people without letting the energy needed to do so drain me. But weeks like this just absolutely deplete me. I wish I could just pull a Willy Wonka and say, "no, please, stop, its OK,' in an completely I could give a fuck, disengaged way, but I can't come across as rude in such a moment or I would lose the person entirely. On Thursday, when the second person that day, and the 5th person in two days, started to cry in my office, I had an interesting reaction. I felt cold and extraordinarily pissed off. . I wanted to yell this girl out of my office for crying, just give her a verbal and physical lashing for putting me through this shit yet again, as I had no fucking energy to deal with her tears. None. I was done for the week. I could take no more. I was pissed that she was crying over news I deliver daily to people. Words which pass my lips daily, which have no emotional meaning to me - the fact that when a judgment is declared by the court, the debtor is, in fact, responsible for paying the court fees and attorney costs, made her cry. I spew out the same word tracks daily for people, so they have, in a sense, lost all meaning to me. So when these nearly empty words passed through my lips and made her cry, I felt no patience or concern - only anger. So, I had to remind myself that although these words held no meaning for me, and have been uttered endless times to hundreds of people, this was the first time this particular individual had heard this, and that her reaction was understandable and it was not fair of me to want to deride her for her reaction. I have my little Kwan Yin statue next to my plant, and in looking at it and breathing, I was able to bring myself back from my rage and was able to work with her without hating her for being yet another person this week who needed not just some financial advice but someone who would hand her some Kleenex and explain to her in a non-judgmental way what she needs to do to take care of her debt.
My friend Teri used to say that when she worked on people (she was a healer and massage therapist), that she never used her own energy. I was never really sure what she meant by that, but I think I am starting to understand. I have become better at guarding my own energy, but I still need to work more at this.
current mood: contemplative
current music: Nick Drake on Radio Paradise
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| Friday, March 25th, 2005
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11:40 am - hmmmm
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Yep.
It's there.
A definite urge to watch Jackass.
Particularly the scene on the golf course with the fog horn.
current mood: disturbed
current music: Moby - Everything is Wrong
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| Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
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10:56 pm - should have had dinner
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Things done today:
Lotion used.
Drive to work driven
Christopher kissed and hugged.
Edgar fed. (Sam, we need to take you out and spoil you very soon!)
Four people in my office made to cry. Sigh.
Christy exhausted.
One load of laundry done.
Salad eaten.
In going up and down the stairs with laundry, smelled serious garlic bread on the first floor and baking cookies on the 2nd floor. Me hungry.
Pets brushed and allerpetted.
Paid bills.
Christopher is being a dear and sleeping on the futon for a few days, so I can catch up on lost sleep. I don't like sleeping without him, but married life is happier when I am not seething with resentment all night long.
I haven't read a book in a month. What should I read next? Someone tell me what I should read next, please?
I was in the middle of Their Eyes Were Watching God, but then it got soaked with purple throat medicine, so I went and got a new copy, and that went missing about 9 days ago. So, I give up on the Hurston for a while.
Time for bed.
current mood: OK
current music: Styx, I think.
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| Thursday, March 10th, 2005
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6:38 am - Small update
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Just did 6am steroid giving to Edgar and we weighed him. After two and a half days off the oatmeal and on the nutrient rich ultra dense probiotic stuff, he has gained 10 grams, and his little poos are normal size and shape again. I never thought a chinchilla turd could offer me so much relief.
My cold is getting better.
It is very cold in the house this morning.
Have to make some portable tea and then we are off to Flint today for a meeting and some free Mongolian BBQ. No real work today. wee!
current mood: half asleep
current music: air purifier
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| Tuesday, March 1st, 2005
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12:12 am - Edgar the Wonder Chinchilla
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Edgar just did a little jog in his exercise wheel!
I think Christopher and I almost teared up just watching this.
He is much better, although we don't know if its permanent yet or not. His head is no longer bobbleheaded and he is no longer shaking, and yesterday when I gave him a dustbath he managed to successfully jump from onto the rim of the bathtub unassisted.
yay!
for this and many other reasons I have been smiling today
current mood: elated
current music: Zelda (christopher procrastinating)
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| Friday, February 25th, 2005
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3:28 pm - chinchilla update
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I sat in front of the chinchilla cage last night to feed the rodents some broccoli, and was horrified and paralyzed to see Edgar unstable, shaky, and unable to move about the cage normally. His movements were erratice and clumsy, as if he is moving by feeling rather than sight, and he almost fell off of one of the ramps. I took him out and held him, and he is now so much lighter than Zoe, and Edgar has always been the heavy one. I gave him a dust bath, which he did enjoy, although he does not have the energy he used to have when he would roll around in the dust violently and happily for 10 minutes straight. He came out of the dustbath and when he tried to jump out of the bathtub, he didn’t make it and ended up just falling backwards. At this point, I lost it.
It is heartbreaking to see a creature that has been my little familiar companion for all of my adult life so weak and sick and degenerating so quickly. Two months ago, he was fine.
So, Christopher, being the wonderful man that he is, took him to the vet immediately today. He has lost a substantial amount of weight in the last month, although all of his organs appear to be functioning OK, and he is satisfactorily hydrated. So, it appears he has a neurological problem of some kind, and they cannot rule out cancer.
So, our job over the next ten days will be to try to get his weight back up, and to administer steroids to him to reduce any swelling he may have in his head, which could be causing the neurological issues. Oh, and he appears to be losing his sight, so he really is just using his whiskers and his familiarity with his cage to move around.
It seems absurd that my heart is so tied to the well being of so small a creature, less than a pound. The vet said that chinchillas do bounce back from episodes like this, but I am scared. The vet and vet techs were impressed with him today, though, as he is still inquisitive, even for a sick chinchilla, and wanted to get into everything at the vet office.
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| Sunday, January 30th, 2005
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12:09 am - Up and about
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I think I may actually be tired of watching movies. I generally don't watch as many movies as I would like to, and am always behind in what I would like to see. So I rented 4 movies last Wednesday to get me through the weekend, and so far this weekend I have watched 6 and a half movies. I watched We Don't Live Here Anymore on Wednesday night, which I got primarily because of the interesting theatrical trailor and the fact that it had Peter Krause from Six Feet Under and Laura Dern. Thursday I watched American Splendor after Karin left, and oh yeah, Karin and I watched Oh Brother Where Art Thou that afternoon when we were both sick and snuggled under a blanket. I was half asleep or actually asleep through that one, so I'm not sure it counts. Yesterday I somehow let Jerry convince me that it would be a good idea to watch Alien Vs Predator, which was literally painful to watch. I mean, it was bad. Really bad. I wanted to turn it off. The gore was non-existent, and the dialogue made James Cameron dialogue look downright profound. Then we started to watch Before Sunrise but we were all falling asleep, so that was the half of a movie. Tonight I watched Hero, which was by far the best of the weekend. It was visually magnificent - even if the story and character development were awful, which they weren't, they were wonderful, I would want to watch it again just for the cinematography. My favorite image was when the two women fight in the first sequence amongst the trees and the leaves and surroundings turn from yellow to red. I am in love with red. Then we watched Napoleon Dynamite, which was good, but not as good as I was expecting.
Yesterday I went into work late as I was still a bit woozy. Went to Jerry & Mel's last night. I posed for Mel for a bit, then we ate some nummy Mel-made cake and watched said movies. Today I woke up, and started the process of getting the apartment back in working order. I had no clean spoons, forks, or glasses in the house, so it took a good hour and a half to have a working kitchen back. I then drove into Old Town to October Moon to get some bath oil, and I then wandered into some different galleries and just enjoyed interacting with the outside world again. I bought some amazing bean and rice chips at a new kitchen boutique, and then drove around, enjoying the relatively warm day, munching on some chips and listening to Natalie Merchant. I came home, put in some Leonard Cohen, and sat with the cats on the couch as I zenned out and did some mending and sewing on some clothes. It was real me time, real alone time. I need to make sure that I continue to get some of this.
Then Dawn came over and we headed to a new Mexican place in Old Town, the name of which escapes me. The food was a thousand times better than the new place by the mall, and there was a table of elderly Mexican women with long grey and white braids sitting at a table and speaking Spanish. Dawn knew one of them so I got to use my Spanish a little, which was great fun. We stopped for some ice cream, and then went back to her house to join up with Todd and Elliott. Elliott is the happiest baby I can remember being around. He almost seems high. I sat in a large squishy chair while we watched movies and for a good 20 minutes he just laid next to the chair and played with my toes and my feet, so I got a good little baby footrub tonight.
Tomorrow I have to finish cleaning the apartment. Vacuum and dust. Laundry. Then pick up Christopher tomorrow night. It will be good to have his warm body back in my bed. I am no longer good at sleeping alone.
current mood: happy
current music: Jayhawks - Blue
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| Friday, January 28th, 2005
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9:21 am - Feeling better
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I just want to say that I have got the best friends in the world.
To everyone who wished me well and brought me needed food stuff yesterday, THANK YOU!!
current mood: lucky
current music: Puck the Cat
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| Thursday, January 27th, 2005
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6:02 am - Request for some help
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I am sick. Woke up with a temperature of 101. Which makes me tachycardic, which makes me unable to sleep, which in turn makes it more difficult to get well. Even if I take more beta-blocker, my heart just races away.
I have negative energy, and feel completely dehydrated, and have no energy to actually cook anything or barely walk to the bathroom. And Christopher is out of town.
So, if someone could come by later today with 4 or 5 gatorades, I would love you forever. And if you really wanted to get in my good graces, you could also pick me up some soup and bread from Panera or the Olive Garden or something so I eat more than crackers today.
I would, of course, pay you back, and you would earn mucho Christy points, and indirectly, Christopher points, for helping to take care of me when he's gone.
current mood: feverish, not the cowbell kind
current music: silent apartment
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