when I was a kid, we had a small baseball diamond in our (that year fallow) garden. In the game was Steve Jensen, Steve Peterson, Steve Pico, a couple other guys, and me.
Reportedly, I burst into the house complaining about "too many Steves!"
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when I was a kid, we had a small baseball diamond in our (that year fallow) garden. In the game was Steve Jensen, Steve Peterson, Steve Pico, a couple other guys, and me.
Reportedly, I burst into the house complaining about "too many Steves!"
Of course no one in my family has actually called yet and no one is bothering to answer their phone either.
Finally got them to return a text message. Mom's UTI is getting worse so they are treating and she is in at least overnight.
Oh god. Not enough space for the punctuation marks for ND and family.
So do we need a gang of us with chain and lead pipes looking menacing, threatening the "universe" before it actually listens? Seriously, back the fuck off!
ND & Pix, you have my number. please do not hesitate to use it. I have Saturday off, and Sunday evening (afternoon is a graduation thingy). Let me know if there is something I can do to help, k?
Matt and I IM each other when I am on the sofa and he is in the big chair. We are less than 10 ft aprt ( maybe 7 feet?)
ND and Pix you are in our thoughts
Pix and ND, you're in my thoughts. I can't believe how much you're going through at the moment. {{{}}}
Windsparrow, many thanks, that link was perfect. I do need to call the vet in the morning to confirm what kind of crystals. I'm pretty sure stryuvite but can't recall if the vet actually *said* that any of the multiple times he's had crystals in his pee, or if i'm just making that assumption because he's young and otherwise healthy.
It sounds like pretty much any decent canned food i pick up (i'm pretty picky about meat meat meat no grains for my felines) will be an improvement over even the best dry food. The vet isn't hard-selling their prescription food yet which makes me love them even more. Well, that and the front desk techs who ooh and ahh over Mal every time he comes in. "Maaaaalachi!!!" they squeal and he pokes out his little head to the chorus of familiar voices. Ok, maybe he's just spent too much time at the vet, but i groove on the fact that they recognize his cat carrier and that he's happy to be petted by someone wholy associated with the eeeevil vet (he always hisses at anyone in a white coat. smart little man is my cat.)
FFS PixDesigns. I kinda wonder at what point the grief becomes so utterly overwhelming that it's not only acceptable but necessary to start laughing hysterically at every new misery that gets heaped onto the pile.
Health~ma for ND's mother.
And, what erin said. At some point, you have to go crazy to keep from going insane.