Please send as much 'everything is fine ~ma' our way. Bartleby ate some broken glass on the street about a half hour ago. I've fed him 16oz of canned pumpkin and am watching him like a hawk.
I don't want to stress him with a vet visit until it seems necessary. All they would do is what I'm doing, only not watching as closely as I can.
I doubt that the glass would show up on an xray anyway.
Someone dropped a jar of some sort of food and just left it on the street! I heard a crunching sound and thought he'd picked up a stick. But it was glass...unbelievable.
He had a little bit of blood in the front of his mouth, but that is gone now. No evidence of pain, so I doubt the pieces were very big.
I'm praying for the pumpkin to do its work to coat the sharp edges...and I'm desperately trying to keep from freaking out completely. Any good thoughts gratefully accepted.
The GF had her first ultrasound today. Apparently baby gender counts as spoilers in this thread (someone should update the slug), so to avoid angering the stompies, I'll whitefont.
We're having a
boy!
LAistas, I will be IN UR CITY, STAYING AT UR HOTELZ this week. Or something like that....I'm in LA Monday evening through Friday morning, working at UCLA Medical Center. So if any of y'all wanna get dinner, coffee, a drink, etc....email me ASAP, mearagirl at yahoo!
A sprinkling of that patented Buffista Job-ma would be deeply appreciated for Wee Sister Jay, if you've got any going spare? She's a recent graduate and she's applying for her first ever proper grown up type job - she's succeeded in the first interview and they've invited her back for a second. (It's for a company that arranges things for people who are moving from one country to the next, and it would be based in Madrid.)
Impress-a-client-ma requested for about 11 a.m. Texas time tomorrow.
I have a phone interview for my business. Just in time, because my contract job just gave me notice that they no longer need my services as of Feb 28.
Ta for any buffista-ma you can spare.
Job-ma and trip-ma, if you would? I've been working on lining up a job for when we return to DC this summer, and my number one choice seems to be coming through - they are going to fly me back to DC for interviews in a couple weeks.
So, I guess "Don't be so jet-lagged you hose the interviews"-ma is what I'm looking for here.
For no apparent reason, I have taken on the Herculean task of training to run the San Francisco Marathon despite never having run before, all to benefit the San Francisco AIDS Foundation. I figure if my good health can end up helping those
not
in good health, why not do it? I will be documenting my experience in my LiveJournal.
The fundraising requirement is
$1,800,
but I'm betting I can beat that with your help. If you would like to sponsor me, please check out my donor page. Every little bit helps, to be honest. Even if you can only afford to give five bucks, I'd love to see your name in my donor list. Thanks!
Lassie-come-home-ma, please. The furnace repair guys let the dog out of the yard today -- the shelter's already closed for the night so we can't go look for him there; we've been combing the neighborhood ever since we got home, with no sign of his majesty's shaggy ol' butt.
Thanks everyone for the ~ma -- doggie was picked up in the course of his adventures on the mean streets and is now hanging out with his new best friends at the shelter. I am shaking my tiny fist at the animal control folk who won't release him to the hub because we don't have the same last name.
