I am cresting into a surgery which has only one bit of worry. It is a simple surgery which is apparently an Olympic event in this state....gall bladder. Seriously, my counselor asked me if it ran in my family I snorted derisively and said, "It runs in the state". I don't think there are many people in my realm of friends which have not either had someone in their live who had the surgery or themselves. Unfortunately I was left with the image of my friend who said when they pulled hers out, the stones CASCADED out of the bladder. I have this perverted vision of a roast like item with superballs bounding out of it.
The only fear I have (other than Mike's cooking) is the doglets. Recently my main symptom has become more pronounced and frequent...dry heaving/nausea. I was laying on the bed with the dogs surrounding me and Mike on the end of the bed...having an "episode". Daisy jumped up looked at me & went to Mike. Her little face showed anxiety....MIKE, Da Momma is sick! Mike looked at her & pet her saying "Da Momma is fine". Daisy looked at me then back at Mike...I told her I was fine. She went back to laying with me...dubious that she should not act to help me. The boys never moved from their napping positions. Daisy is like the volunteer fire department...always prepared. The other day she was notifying us that Mike was outside WITHOUT her....I asked "Daisy...Daisy...what's the matter. Is Mike stuck in the well?". I think she told me to fuck off.
Apparently for Bo & Daisy, my belly is their safe place. As a pup, I would hold Bo's chewie for him. I mostly did it because when I wanted to sleep, I would hold it for him until he slept. Because he would be sleepy, he would lay on my tummy & I would hold the chewie for him. As much as that was cute....30 pounds of dog on a newly surgeried gut could cause...um...yah...pain. Daisy seems to LAY across my middle almost like a shawl. Yet another potential for pain.
Luke sleeps on his own on whomever's pillow is empty. But he is also our talker. When we come home, he is so excited that he barks and barks. For some reason after he settled in with us, I started the idea of "momma love" with him. The other two would bound past Luke to say HI. Luke just waited. When it was his turn, I would ask him if he wanted momma love. I figured it is his time without the needy two, to say hi to me. He puts his front paws on my belly and I rub his ears and talk to him....and he tells me about his day. I ask if the mail man came...did the neighbor kid walk across our lawn...normal dog stuff. Luke sits in the window of the guest room on the bed watching....a canine Mr Rogers. But again, I have started a habit which will soon become painful.
To prepare for this I have started (yes, am aware of the delay in their training) "Down". To no avail. As I don't feel good lately, the three of them are truly a relief. It is just pure love and reassurance. Kind of like a personal fan club for Da Momma. Not a bad thing I feel...just will be a bit more adjustment in the next month.
Be great to you!
H
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
THings which HAVE to stop
Ok...this has been festering for a while...but today it will just come out.
Let's discuss the idea of merging into traffic. Did it stand out the word "into"? An on ramp does not mean that traffic finds a place to YOU. I had a argument/discussion with someone years ago who believed the intent of merging was oncoming traffic was to make room for those joining traffic. Today I was driving and a fairly new, champagne colored, Luxury edition Camary was in the lane which was merging. So I waited and waited and waited for HIM (sorry, an older HIM) to make an effort (ANY effort) to move into existing traffic. NOPE. None. I flip him off and honk (with some discipline after the recent supreme court ruling). He gave me the finger wag in the mirror that I WAS WRONG! Let's get this straight people....If you merge (or if I were to merge) it is your responsiblity to SIGNAL (do some want to write this down?) and then adjust YOUR speed to move into traffic. He continued to remonstrate me & I finally just made the crazy sign and wanted to rear end him. I really want to be agist and sexist but I can't.
BECAUSE women in minivans are HORRIBLE! I realize this is a prejudice (don't get me started on Chinese women in San Francisco and Costco) but being in the HOME of huge families where minivans are more prolific than Bishops....I feel educated enough to warn that there are some women who are the worst drivers in the world are the ones with 6 kids in the minivan trying to merge AND hand out snacks and juice boxes. I only have 3 dogs and when they are in the car, I am dodging butts, tongues and managing Daisy's temper....so I understand distractions...but seriously...I could be texting and smacking Daisy and still be a safer driver.
Shawn has prejudice against Subaru wagons. I don't really get it. I mean living in Seattle I was an OUTCAST by not driving a Subaru wagon. They are just part of the landscape there...so if there was a genuine issue, I would be an expert. But driving with her, I could see where the bias came from. Again, it just MAY be Utah Subaru Wagon drivers, but when she was in my car....experience proved her point.
Mike has a small issue with the brakes. I don't know how to explain it but he drives like hell then brakes seconds before impact. To be fair, he drives an 86 Toyota pick up (Eleanor...I pray for her health nightly!) and its capacity for speed (while HE drives her) is limited. SO when he gets in to our Rav, he is like a kid behind the wheel. I am thankful I no longer have the Celica because he scared the HELL out of me when we were on the freeway. There was a time in our recent trip to Napa Valley where he tore across the road in search of homemade olive oil and I screamed in terror. His mildly irritated face came with the "What?" comment. I also worry as Mike has a fondness for the Italian Job and Transformers....my car can do NEITHER...I think I need to be more clear with perimeters!
But I was cut off in a gas station by a smiling ass of a guy who knew what he was doing (again, a guy?) and didn't care. I figure if you are going to be an asshole on the road, embrace it and have no apologies. I live that philosophy when I am the asshole, but come on....I see through your rudeness. I confess I had to get out of a 7 11 and not spill my super big gulp and attempt to eat my chicken taquitos and had to just sit in traffic. An older woman just stared at me with incredulity. I just shrugged and mouthed an apology as I slurped.
What? At least I apologized!
Be great to you
h
Let's discuss the idea of merging into traffic. Did it stand out the word "into"? An on ramp does not mean that traffic finds a place to YOU. I had a argument/discussion with someone years ago who believed the intent of merging was oncoming traffic was to make room for those joining traffic. Today I was driving and a fairly new, champagne colored, Luxury edition Camary was in the lane which was merging. So I waited and waited and waited for HIM (sorry, an older HIM) to make an effort (ANY effort) to move into existing traffic. NOPE. None. I flip him off and honk (with some discipline after the recent supreme court ruling). He gave me the finger wag in the mirror that I WAS WRONG! Let's get this straight people....If you merge (or if I were to merge) it is your responsiblity to SIGNAL (do some want to write this down?) and then adjust YOUR speed to move into traffic. He continued to remonstrate me & I finally just made the crazy sign and wanted to rear end him. I really want to be agist and sexist but I can't.
BECAUSE women in minivans are HORRIBLE! I realize this is a prejudice (don't get me started on Chinese women in San Francisco and Costco) but being in the HOME of huge families where minivans are more prolific than Bishops....I feel educated enough to warn that there are some women who are the worst drivers in the world are the ones with 6 kids in the minivan trying to merge AND hand out snacks and juice boxes. I only have 3 dogs and when they are in the car, I am dodging butts, tongues and managing Daisy's temper....so I understand distractions...but seriously...I could be texting and smacking Daisy and still be a safer driver.
Shawn has prejudice against Subaru wagons. I don't really get it. I mean living in Seattle I was an OUTCAST by not driving a Subaru wagon. They are just part of the landscape there...so if there was a genuine issue, I would be an expert. But driving with her, I could see where the bias came from. Again, it just MAY be Utah Subaru Wagon drivers, but when she was in my car....experience proved her point.
Mike has a small issue with the brakes. I don't know how to explain it but he drives like hell then brakes seconds before impact. To be fair, he drives an 86 Toyota pick up (Eleanor...I pray for her health nightly!) and its capacity for speed (while HE drives her) is limited. SO when he gets in to our Rav, he is like a kid behind the wheel. I am thankful I no longer have the Celica because he scared the HELL out of me when we were on the freeway. There was a time in our recent trip to Napa Valley where he tore across the road in search of homemade olive oil and I screamed in terror. His mildly irritated face came with the "What?" comment. I also worry as Mike has a fondness for the Italian Job and Transformers....my car can do NEITHER...I think I need to be more clear with perimeters!
But I was cut off in a gas station by a smiling ass of a guy who knew what he was doing (again, a guy?) and didn't care. I figure if you are going to be an asshole on the road, embrace it and have no apologies. I live that philosophy when I am the asshole, but come on....I see through your rudeness. I confess I had to get out of a 7 11 and not spill my super big gulp and attempt to eat my chicken taquitos and had to just sit in traffic. An older woman just stared at me with incredulity. I just shrugged and mouthed an apology as I slurped.
What? At least I apologized!
Be great to you
h
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