etumukutenyak: (Default)
Sitting at bus station, waiting for My Wife to pick me up, I decide to look at the video feed from my front door. I see My Wife exit, about 30 min earlier, and head to my car, which is a stick shift (as is Right And Proper). She hasn't driven a stick for at least four years, and that was only because we were driving a long way on the highway. She hasn't regularly driven a stick in close to 30 years, but she apparently decided today would be a Good Day to Drive Stick again. I keep my eyes peeled, but there's no sign of my car, and it's only a 10-15 min drive from the house. That means it's time to call her and make sure she's not lost, even though she's already done this drive quite a few times now. When it comes to getting lost, never underestimate My Wife.

Well. She answers her mobile, and says she forgot her phone, so she went back to get it. I ask if she's still driving my car.

No, she says. It was too slow, and she wanted to go faster, so she also switched cars.


I'm still waiting for her. Lovely evening here. A bit noisy, with the buses and the trains, but still. Ah, here she is!
etumukutenyak: (skull with nails)
Day One of Vacation:
Wake at 3 am to drive wife to airport so she can visit the grandkids. Return home, nap, then go to dental appointment that my wife made for me - nay, *insisted* upon, because she likes this new dentist. Home again, nap again, then off to do car seat inspections because it's Thursday night.

Day Two:
Fail to sleep any later than 6:30 because cats are hungry and stomping all over me. Get haircut, cookies, and six-pack of Unibroue for department holiday party. Eat late breakfast (delicious), then almost late to party.

Day Three:
Give up on sleeping in because cats. Go to Kiwanis Pancake Breakfast, then back home to scoop litter boxes, reset wifi, and help Ex with paperwork for our son's healthcare.

Meanwhile, my wife is eating mango sorbet, watching the wild chickens wander, and visiting the grandkids.

Which gods have I offended?
etumukutenyak: ("Dammit)
Snow followed by freezing rain tonight -- a very good reason to stay indoors until the ice melts, tomorrow morning.

The FF is coming for a visit! Then back to Hawaii to watch over the grandkids.

Motivating the Son to get up and Do Stuff is teaching me all kinds of patience. Still. Carrot, stick, persistence, repetition, and strong drink are the key elements.

Speaking of strong drink, I need another cup of tea.
etumukutenyak: (Gromit puzzled)
We got some snow. At least 21" of non-drifted freshly fallen stuff outside my door. Had to scrape it off the walk just to open the door, and again, and again. Good times.

Even though the government closed for two days, I was the one to go in and do rounds. It's much easier to drive around when nobody else is out!

Then the government declared it was open, and traffic went to heck, because roads were down to one or two lanes, plus overnight icing, and water main breaks, resulting in disaster twice daily.

The son is being an a$$hole again, and is not talking to us. Fine by me! Only, he owes me for his phone, and pretty soon I'll be getting my money or it's being turned off.

The Fabulous One is still in Hawaii. She claims to be missing the snow. Ha.
etumukutenyak: ("Dammit)
Hm. Okay, I guess I'll keep it.


Regained some respect from my boss, and gained new skills in dealing with not one but three new species.

Had lots of good times with my sweetie.

Improved my house some more. Always lots to do!

Watched the Son get a little more mature. Some days he'll still be the death of him, and others he's doing better.

Lost one cat and one dog to the Great Opponent. Kept the others going and kept all the plants alive.

Found a lot of good books to read, and enjoyed the company of friends on as well as offline.

To do:

Fix up the house and look for someplace new for the two of us.

Visit Hawaii.

Bake more cookies.
etumukutenyak: ("Dammit)
After two weeks, lots of supportive care and extra special food, it became clear that our spinal patient was beginning to slide downhill. I euthanized him this afternoon, with the Ex in attendance. It was a smooth and painless transition for him. We dressed him in an old t-shirt picked out by the Son, and I took him to the crematorium.

Whenever his sister goes, I'll add a tennis ball and mix their ashes, so they can be together forever. I have no idea how long she'll last, but I'm hoping it's a few more years.
etumukutenyak: (Ebola virus)
One of my dogs has the canine equivalent of a herniated (or "slipped") disk, resulting in partial paralysis of his hind legs. At his age, surgery isn't really that useful, so I'm treating him conservatively -- which is fine for a Hansen's Type 2, Grade 2-3 condition -- which translates to cage rest plus steroids. We'll see in two to three weeks whether he's going to regain his walking.

Vacation time is over, so work is fun again. Still have lots to do around the house.

I also volunteered to help with the campus wildlife management group, so we'll be catching deer this weekend to spay/neuter and tag them.

Been watching my diet and exercise, and seem to be losing a few pounds. Yay me!

Except that I've also been baking cookies. For the holidays, yanno.
etumukutenyak: (skull with nails)
Thankful for:

Good friends, including youse here on LJ.
Pecan pie, made fresh, with whipped cream.
The love of my life, even though she is out of town (and enjoying her time with the grandchildren).
My eyes. My eyes!
The changes and challenges at work this past year.
Another opportunity to visit the parental units.
My son taking care of the animals while I visit them.
Good puns.
More books to read!
etumukutenyak: (Nuclear night test)
So this is Arizona. The landscape is austere, and different.

Pork carnitas tacos were tasty, though.

Walked around for a bit, didn't see any snakes or roadrunners.

Early night and then the meeting begins!
etumukutenyak: (Ebola virus)
Fresh haircut accomplished: ahh.

Beautiful weather today, too.

Slept in, had only two calls from work, did some cleaning and reorganizing, and even a bit of laundry.

Discovered a small trove of books in the used book store last week, including a few John D. MacDonald books I had never seen. Well, after finishing one, there's a good reason for that. It was far from his mediocre effort, and suffered from obvious padding, although it did have flashes of his poetic prose. The blurb, though, was way off: "Evil casts a long shadow" it says in bold, but there wasn't any evil, just a lightweight study of change in a family reflecting society in general. I'll donate it to the patient library.

Time for a cuppa.


Oct. 5th, 2015 09:23 pm
etumukutenyak: (skull with nails)
Is this still on?

Apllied topical flea treatment to all the cats and dogs tonight. The felines are sulking because they smell funny, and the canines just want me to throw the ball.

The FF is working on fixing up her place to rent out, for profit. Now that her grandchildren have moved far enough away, the FD and family won't need mom's house.

The Son is still working part-time, and is still a slob. Continued existence is still only a probability rather than assured.

Work is interesting, with one colleague retiring after having a heart attack in May. I am looking for positions elsewhere, as I've been here more than 18 years now, and can't go any higher in my department.

Still cleaning the house, but now it's mostly my stuff I'm going through. Getting rid of old clothing, dress shoes, textbooks, and other stuff i don't need.

Cats are still fussing about the horrible taste on their shoulders, making their attempts to groom a treacherous experience. At least this time no one is running through the house foaming at the mouth.
etumukutenyak: (Gromit puzzled)
OK, you're probably thinking "she should keep SOME of those meds...", but those aren't the meds you're looking for. I'm finished with all the eye meds, and my IOP has come back into normal range. I see the surgeon again next week, and after that it's probably back to full range of activities (I hope). I'd like to be able to exercise a bit more strenuously, as all this inactivity helped me put on a few pounds (not as much as I feared, thanks to careful diet).

The eyesight is about what it will be, although I may regain a little more in the pixelated areas of vision. The central blurriness is fading slowly, shrinking down, so there's that.

The FF is travelling this week, and so is the baby, therefore I am dog and cat sitting for everyone. In between feedings and walkings and playings, I am cleanings and cleanings and cleanings...

But I am also catching up on Midsomer Murders, and drinking tea, and listening to music, and leaving the windows open today, to catch the lovely breezes.
etumukutenyak: (Gromit puzzled)
So, erm. It's been a few months, hasn't it? Well, I can, it would take too long. I will summarize.

The vitreous dissection that caused a retinal detachment also caused a retinal tear and a few retinal holes. I had a vitrectomy (poking needles into the eye!) and a laser treatment (which only welds the retina in place) along with a gas bubble, or tamponade, to hold the retina in the proper location while everything healed. In order for the tamponade to be most successful, I had to lie on my left side, face down, for three weeks. I could get up for ten minutes out of every hour, but otherwise it was face down.

Time passed.

After three weeks, I was allowed upright, although I had to sleep on the left side/face down at night. I went back to work, riding the bus because the eye wasn't quite up to speed yet. (Immediately after the surgery, I was classified as "counting fingers", as I couldn't perceive the eye chart with that eye. Slowly, I regained function, getting 20/500, then 20/250 before the cataract kicked off.)

On the last day of the year, the gas bubble was gone. However, the cataract had begun to develop. This is a known complication of vitrectomy or gas bubbles, so either or both triggered it. In two weeks, I went from blurry to blind in that eye. It was quite depressing.

Cataract surgery is much less invasive than vitrectomy, and my mother had hers just a few weeks before mine. Still, by the time they came to take me, I'd been without food or caffeine long enough to develop a mild migraine. They ended up anesthetizing me for the cataract extraction and placement of an intraocular lens (EECPIOL), as I complained of discomfort even under deep sedation and topical anesthesia. I couldn't see anything because the cataract was hypermature, and in fact, a day or two before surgery, part of the lens had popped through the posterior capsule into the vitreous chamber (a highly unusual complication, naturally). Since cataract surgeons don't do vitreous, they had to leave that disk floating in the vitreous until my vitreo-retinal surgeon could safely go back in for a second vitrectomy. Because of the posterior capsular rupture, my new IOL had to be placed within the sulcus -- normally, the posterior capsule helps hold the new lens in place, and without the PC I had to avoid coughing or sneezing -- and we had to watch the retina carefully for inflammation. I went from three eye drop meds to six, and still had a spike in the intraocular pressure (IOP) overnight. The first post-op check showed a very high IOP, so I had additional medications, both oral and topical, to manage the IOP. Luckily, the IOP dropped quickly, and I was able to discontinue the calcium-channel blockers that were giving me peripheral neuropathy.

In the meantime, the remnant of the cataract was floating around the bottom of the vitreous, shedding layers and creating floaters of debris. Even as my vision cleared, it was being affected by more debris again, but I was able to perceive the improving resolution over the weeks. In fact, I was able to watch my brain re-capture binocular vision during this time.

The third surgery, second vitrectomy, was scheduled for early morning (unlike the cataract surgery). Mother Nature helped herself to a laugh at our expense by sending an overnight ice storm that we caught just the edge of, just enough to make the trip out to the car a nightmare of slipperiness. Once in the car, the FF handled the roads just fine. This surgery was done with a short anesthetic period, for the surgeon to do a deep nerve block (with a long acting 'caine), and then the anesthesiologist/anesthetist brought me into a deep sedation plane, so I do remember waking up and listening to the surgeon, wondering when he was going to start, and then realizing he was already working. Because of the deep nerve block, I didn't see anything in that eye -- or move it at all for 24 hours -- but he was talking to someone about what he was doing (perhaps a student or resident). It was fascinating, and I heard him find a small focal hemorrhage in the area that was healing from the retinal injuries, so he lasered it and placed another gas bubble tamponade.

I've been recovering from this last surgery -- still have a small gas bubble dissipating more rapidly than the first one (the first gas used was perfluoropropane; this one is sulfur hexafluoride). My new IOL is still in place, the retina is healing -- I now have 20/20 vision in the eye -- although it is still clearly recovering, as I do have a little blurring in the central vision, where the macular pucker was created by the vitreous as it pulled on the retina. I mostly ride the bus to work, because it's much easier on the BP than navigating through traffic, but as I regained binocularity, driving got easier. I lost some peripheral vision in that eye, due to the damage done by the retinal detachment; the only way I will regain that is if we are successful in developing gene therapy for the retina. I'm still taking eye drops, although not five or six different ones and not every hour upon the hour. I'm down to two or three, spaced out roughly three times a day.

So that's where I've been since November.
etumukutenyak: ("Dammit)
So. It seems that my eye could not be satisfied with a simple, uncomplicated vitreous detachment. No, we had to go all DRAMA and have a retinal detachment, with a tear, and some holes just for good measure. Because of the bleeding, I had vitrectomy, or actual eyeball-cutting-into, along with the laser. Now I have a bubble of gas inside the eye, that has to stay in the upper part of the globe, so I am restricted to lying on one side, or face-down. The swelling has gone down, but the nerve block has worn off now -- at three days post-op, that's to be expected -- but now I are cranky and fussy. Blech. I am SO done with this, and I have at least a week, possibly two or three, before I'm back upright.

Can I hear an UGH?

At least my furniture is comfy, and the FF is as fabulous as she could possibly be, and still be human.

Ow. Sigh. Ugh.


Oct. 24th, 2013 06:15 pm
etumukutenyak: (Gromit puzzled)
On the way home last night, I noticed that my clutch was a little “slippy”, but figured it was just me over-reacting. It was late, and I still had other places to drive, so I just watched it as I accelerated.
This morning, it was still acting funny, so I decided I’d take it to the shop on my way home.

Ha. Famous Last Words.

I arrived at work, pulled into the parking garage, started up the ramp, and the clutch croaked. Kaput! YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

I rolled the car back down the ramp, then jumped out and pushed it into a handicapped parking spot (out of the way, close to the entrance, nearest spot available). I spoke to the parking valets , so they’d know, and to the nearby police officer, so I wouldn’t get a ticket while waiting for a tow. The mechanic referred me to a tow company, who promised immediate assistance, and I notified my office of my troubles.
Then the tow company called back to say they’d be a little later than initially promised. That’s okay, I can go sit in my office and do some work in the meantime.
Naturally, I was just starting rounds when the tow truck driver called; he was on campus and needed directions to my car. Just as he started explaining where he was, one of the staff started wheeling a noisy cart down the hall towards me, and wouldn’t stop despite my frantic gesticulations.
I bolted from the building to see the tow truck driving by. At least I was able to tell him which garage to go to. By the time I made it down the street, the valet had pointed him to my car. Only then did I remember my car key, in my office, so back I went, and returned.

Note: by the time, I’ve pushed a large car around, repeatedly run back and forth a distance of about .2 mi (one way), and the day is still just beginning.

The car was safely seen off, and the rounds were done, so I could relax a bit. The FF was at her first day of a new job, but expected to be leaving her office no later than 3:30. I emailed her to let her know the car was out of commission, and she offered a ride home, so we agreed to meet in downtown $CITY at the end of the day.
Around 3:30, I left my office to catch a bus to the downtown. At the bus stop, I saw her latest email: she’d been held up at the office for a few more hours. It was starting to drizzle/sprinkle, but I emailed her back not to worry, we’d meet tomorrow if it got too late. Then I got a phone call from the mechanic, and he’d looked over the car – he needed to send it to the transmission shop up the street from him.
Fine. Send it on, not getting my car back tonight, whatever.

I got on the bus, and swiped my smart card, which failed to read. What is this I don’t even. FINE. I paid cash, not exact change, donating 60 cents to the bus company and I took the bus.

When I arrived in downtown, it was still grey and sprinkling, so I stopped at a new pizza place. While I was waiting for my pizza (large speciality) to be made, I realized that I have a membership in Zipcar, and now would probably be a good time to try it. I battled the annoying loud music in the pizza place, a glass of water that splashed all over my face, and browser incompatibilities with the Zipcar site. Each time my BB tried to access the site, it blanked the page.

I pulled out my ZipCard, and called their 800 number, which turned out to be an automated menu. I made my selections, and didn’t really hear which car options they had, so I chose the first one. The BB battery was starting to die, because really, what else could it do? I had just enough juice to call back and hear the location details again, and walked around the block to the parking site for my particular car.
Which turned out to be a minivan.


At this point, I didn’t care. I plopped the backpack, lunch bag, and large pizza box in the van, adjusted the seat for my liking, changed the radio station to CLASSICAL MUSIC THANK YOU KINDLY, inhaled two slices of lukewarm pizza, and pulled gently away from the parking spot.
I drove smoothly home, in the not quite sprinkles.
I fed the cats, let the dogs out of their indoor kennel, the doorbell rang, and it was flowers from my parents. I let the dogs outside while I called the ‘rents to thank them, and tell them of my day. Lovely flowers! They came with their own vase and nice instructions, so I set them up next to the roses from my honey, took a picture and emailed it out to everyone.
I had another slice of pizza, and a shot of whiskey. The FF showed up online for a chat, and I told her my woes. We made each other laugh.

I went to bed. The cat decided he needed to sleep on my chest, with his butt under my nose.
Somehow, I fell asleep with him in this position. Luckily for him, he didn’t have any gaseous eruptions.
etumukutenyak: (Gromit puzzled)
Yeah, it's raining; the remnants of former hurricane Karen passing over. At least I got to sleep in and not fight my way through traffic, because I've been furloughed (intermittently, as an excepted employee otherwise...)

Kittens continue to grow rambunctiously, as they do.

Brady had a check up at the oncology clinic last night; his blood work is stable and even in normal ranges for some of the parameters, which YAY!!! He goes back in a month for a thorough recheck then. Until then, we are cruising along with the chemo.

The FF made it back home, her mother being stable enough to be sent "home" from the hospital with home care, etc. We made borscht today for her daughter, and will take it to the FD tomorrow.

Other than that, life is currently quiet.
etumukutenyak: (Gromit puzzled)
Four rambunctious kittens (or is that redundant?) in my guest room, with toys, a big box with holes cut out for them, my slippers, and me to play with and climb on. My dogs sat in the outer room to watch them play, and even got a few gratuitous sniffs in as at least two kittens were mutually curious of the dogs. They are so tiny, and the dogs are so huge.

All four eventually ended up on my lap, wrestling, biting, pouncing, swatting, and falling about. Finally, after close to two hours, they were settling down, so I returned them to their kitty condo for another snack and a nap.

They purr loudly when they purr.

I'll post pics once I can transfer them from the iPod to the laptop.
etumukutenyak: ("Dammit)
I was able to pet him and slip in a needle with some analgesic yesterday, so I repeated it today with a higher volume. After he was sedated, I gave him the overdose of anesthetic, wrapped him in a old shirt, and petted him until he was gone. He was a big, sweet cat with an incurable cancer, and he was loved by all. May he find Marilee again.
etumukutenyak: (skull with nails)
After taking care of all the adult cats (Loki sniffed my finger, refused food, and didn't want to be petted), I braced myself and entered the Lair of DOOM. They were all, naturally, asleep in one pile of cuteness. I opened the lower door of the cage, and they let themselves out, one by one. The first one out met noses with Hercules, who was more nervous than the kitten (he ended up staying behind me to protect him from the mean kittens). The second one out sat and stared at him, and then made spitting noises when Hercules tried to sniff a little closer (that's when he moved behind me). Third one out ignored him and started exploring. Fourth kitty stayed inside the longest, then came out and was a bold explorer too; this last one then tried to hide from the Giant Hand and actually had a hissy fit when I caught him/her. My goodness. S/he got so mad, s/he hooked a claw in her/his own face. We had a little chat, and I processed her/him back into the cage.

I bathed each little bundle of cuteness in warm water, towel-dried them, and put them into their slightly-cleaner cage. I removed the scratching pad which they'd used as a litter box (but they're pooping on their own! I don't have to wipe them after each meal!), and put in fresh KMR along with fresh fud (very wet canned food). They all had a snack, and settled back down.

First one out has a tie on her/his chest, a nicely-dressed tuxedo. The one who really hissed at Hercules has a black chin. The last one, our hissy fit and boldest explorer, is mostly black. Someone, don't remember who, has a spot on the front paw (black spot on white toes).
etumukutenyak: (skull with nails)
So, once again, Mother Nature swoops down and delivers kittens in need of fostering. This time, a friend-of-a-friend had rescued four black and white (aka tuxedo) kittens orphaned after MomCat met with an untimely end. Since the rescuer is soon to leave for a month away from home, she needed another poor sap person to take them in. Luckily for me, I have an extra bedroom, being where the Sonny has his bed. I set up the kitty condo cage for them, and now I have four climbing, screaming, three-week-old kittens in there. Adorable, really.

At the same time, I have a handyman installing a new sink in the upstairs bathroom, so he gets to hear them mewing while he works. I'm downstairs, working on proposals (yes, even on vacation, I promised). The new toilet, third and last of the replacements needed, has been finished. He's good, this Bulgarian; he came highly recommended by the FF's cousin, and she's another tough cookie.

Speaking of the FF, she's still staying with her sister, taking turns with MiL; she emailed today to say that she was also going to meet an old college friend of hers for a little time away from the family. She hasn't said how her mom is doing, which means it's not going too well. I hope it's an easy transition, although it's certainly not very fast...

Oh, and Loki is clearly in his last days. He shows no signs of pain or distress, but he's not eating any food any more; he simply rests in his bed when I come in. He won't let me approach him, or I'd have already eased him on to his next life; I don't want to stress him out by grabbing him. So for now, I'll leave him be. I've got all the medications in the box nearby his bed, and I can finish things quickly if he allows. Junie B is a sweet loving cat; I plan to integrate her into the family once Brady is out of danger (and can handle stress again).


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