My parents weren't big on the spanking stuff. Once my older brother was about 3 or 4 and unbuckled his safety belt in the car while it was in traffic. Mom pulled him over and popped him once on the butt but it makes sense.
Our next door neighbor growing up used to keep a wooden spoon in the glove compartment so she could turn around and whack the crap out of her kids. Good ole Mrs Cox...
Well, Matt, at least you know ahead of time, so you can make a plan. Be that strictly limiting yourself to a certain number of slices, or trying ot make sure there's an alternate meal for you, or eating ahead of time so you're not as hungry/tempted, or whatever works for you. You can do it! (says the girl who moved to Seattle a month ago and has yet to look into a gym, much less actually join one)
Just would like to thank Trudy Booth (again :), Aimee, ChiKat, JenP and Jilli VoiceofReason for all of their birthday wishes! Sorry I am late!
Ded. Ded from lethal puppy cuteness.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
We got to the hospital yesterday. The doctor met us at the desk. They'd done a last round of bloodwork to establish a baseline. And Teddy's kidney values were through the roof. A blood clot blocked the blood vessel into the new kidney.
Treatment option waws to provide medication in the (not great) possibility of dissolving the blood clot. If that didn't work, try another kidney transplant with the other perfect match donor.
I brought Rigatoni (and I suspect we'll change his name, but not sure to what) home last night. Set him off in a room by himself because that's what you're supposed to do when you introduce a new cat to a household, and that's double when the new cat has several stitches on his stomach.
Of course, Rigatoni got out of the room anyway. I think Max is a little scared of him, and Marie hid under the bed. I ended up putting Rigatoni back in the room and blocked the door.
Hubs and his sister stayed in Philadelphia to visit Teddy. The student assistant said that Teddy was acting very lively this morning -- a good sign. But they'd need to do tests, and Hubs and Sister should head elsewhere until 3 or 4 or so.
But a little while ago, they got a call. More blood clots. Come back to hospital right away.
It doesn't look good. I'm trying not to cry in my office.
Fred, I'm so sorry. I hope there's a turnaround for your guy.
Oh Fred, I'm so sorry. He's been a tough little guy so far though - here's hoping he can tough it out just a little more.
Oh Fred, this is awful.
HANG IN THERE KITTY!!!!!!