Scooter's surgery

He's come through his surgery just fine. The vet uses a different anaethesia nowadays, so he's only a little drunk. He's had dinner, and now he's just roaming around the house meowing quite loudly. I think I'm going to have to grab him and pet him into sleeping so I can have a few minutes of quiet.

I'm not complaining. I'd much rather have a noisy, active old kitty than not to have him.

We thank you for all your good thoughts and prayers.

As for me, I feel about 90% back to normal. I am more than a little tired since we couldn't leave food or water out last night, and Monster got hungry around 3:30 a.m. She's about 17 pounds of loudly purring, licking and nibbling cat. She stood on my chest, purring so loudly she woke Keith up. She licked my cheeks, eyelids and nose. She licked my arms and nibbled on my fingertips, all in an attempt to get me out of bed and feeding them. I knew I couldn't feed them, so I tried to sleep through all of this. Didn't work too well. Neither human got enough sleep last night, but at least I still have all my fingertips. I do know if anything ever happened to us that in Monster's mind I'd go from food provider to food very quickly. At least I know where I stand with that cat.

Anyway, my throat isn't sore any longer. I'm having a bit of an issue with my sinuses, but I'm hoping some Benadryl closer to bedtime will take care of that.

In the meantime, a finished project.

Still sick

This is an odd illness. It's almost all concentrated in my throat. No fever, or perhaps a very low one. A little bit of stuffiness so far today, but not too much. The worst is the energy drain. I feel like I've been visited by a gang of energy vampires. It's probably because I haven't slept very well the past two nights. You know how it is. Throat hurts, so you take something for it. The ibuprofen wears off, and you wake up with that sore throat again. Also, the tissue is irritated, so just breathing can hurt a little. I slept with the sheet partially over my face to warm the air I was breathing to help reduce the irritation.

I counted all the cups of tea I drank yesterday. I had 7 cups of various teas. That's the other reason I had some difficulty sleeping. I was floating! The Throat Coat does help, but there is a limit of what you should consume. I only had 3 cups of it.

Whatever the bug is, I figure rest and copious tea consumption will help. The tea will keep washing the bugs away, while the rest lets all the white blood cells work without any disruption from me.

To tell you how crappy I felt, I didn't even knit yesterday. I mostly drank tea, read and slept. Let's see how I feel today.

I do think I'm losing my voice.

Atlanta tornado

Here's the link to the picture taken of Friday night's tornado. If you click on the picture and enlarge it, you can see the tornado on the left side of the photo. http://www.11alive.com/weather/columnist/blogs/blog_entry.aspx?storyid=112994

Sick.

I ended up going to bed last night around 9 p.m. For me, that is very early. Of course, I was awake by 5:45.

I definitely have something. My throat hurts when I swallow, and I can feel it back where my ears connect to my throat. I don't have congestion, so it's not drainage. No or a very low grade fever. Since I'm off today, I'm sending Keith to the store to stock up on orange juice and more Throat Coat. We won't be going to the North Georgia Premium Outlets to refresh his wardrobe today. I think I'm sending him off to work so I can lie in bed, drink tea and doze. I'd rather see if I can fight this off with rest and fluids rather than going to the doctor.

See, this is what happens when you tempt the fates. Arlene and I were talking just the other day about how long it had been since either of us had been sick.

Sick?

I sure hope not. I haven't been sick for a long time. Tonight, on my way home from work, I noticed that my throat didn't feel quite large enough just for normal swallowing. I've come home, had a cup of Throat Coat tea, and I'm waiting for a dinner of eggrolls followed by Hot and Sour soup. Hopefully that, along with some extra vitamin C, will knock this out before it becomes a full-blown something. In the meantime I'm trying to decide if my glands feel swollen, or am I being hypochondriacal? Since I'm not normally a hypochondriac, I think they are a little swollen. Totally sucks.

Lazy Sunday

Today is one of those absolutely gorgeous days that makes living in the south so wonderful. Yeah, we had tornadoes and hail and wind the past 2 days. Today is breezy and cool with that crystal clear blue sky we almost never get because of the humidity. The house is all opened up to air out. Keith is working on watersealing the basement, and I've been sort of cleaning in my office. I have been going through more books to either sell, trade or donate, in that order. Listing on Amazon is first choice, trading at the Book Nook is second, and if neither works, then off to Goodwill.

I've not done too much knitting this week. I have knit up most of a log cabin square for a class I'm to teach in April. It's an easy technique to learn, but while looking at my square, I see it takes some time to perfect it. That's true not only of knitting, but much of life.

That's my philosophical moment for the day. I've got to figure out what in the world we're having for dinner. Eventually pictures will go up showing the finished socks.

Another vet visit

Today Scooter and I met with the surgeon. I've known Dr. Hyatt for years as he's worked at Loving Touch Animal Center off and on since I started going there. He looked at the lesion and said that he could remove it, even though it is in a trickly location. I asked about doing the surgery since Scoots is not so young, but he thinks that it will be a worthwhile surgery. I think Scooter's in better health than Brownie was at the same time in her life. Of course, Brownie had had some rough living too. Rather that upset the squeamish, look through some of last year's Brownie entries. I think I went into some detail about her headstrong, wild ways.

I had basically made up my mind yesterday that if surgery could be done for him, I'd do it. It's got to be better than a wound that won't heal up. He won't leave the lesion alone either.

The worst thing about your pet having surgery is the drunken post-op cat. I'm so not looking forward to that part. Maybe I'll have a mudslide and keep him company.