Tep, that BITES. I know your bro put a lot into that place.
This reminds me of how my greatest fear, when I was about to graduate high school and go off to college, was that I would turn into someone else -- that I'd change so much that I'd no longer recognize myself, or that I'd become someone that HS me wouldn't like.
See, I was the complete opposite -- I was half-afraid college would suck as much as HS, and half-wild with hope that it would be different, and I would be different.
It was more like I got to be me, fully me, find out who me really was without all of the pre-judged baggage of years of being an outcast and embrace my flaming intellectual snarky geekhood.
I mean, I didn't roll out at 22 a fully realized self (who DOES?!) but my college experience was an amazing step in letting my self loose and finding out that people actually embraced it, instead of excoriating it, was...a life-changer.
Lots of ~ma for you and your dad, omnis.
Teppy, I'm sorry. I wish we had been able to get there.
omnis, tons of health~ma to your dad.
Much ~ma for you and your dad, Omnis.
Teppy, that's crushing news. I'm so sorry.
Oh Steph that is a huge blow. I'm glad they will be able to continuing bottling but the pub will be missed.
Teppy - that's too bad. I'm sorry to hear that but v. relieved that your brother still has a job and the cannery is still a go.
ION - read this on Twitter:
poniewozik James Poniewozik
Inadvertently discovered that celebrity-feet websites are a thing that exists.
And wondered if it was ita's barefoot site or something more particular.
~ma for your dad, omnis.
You know who has great feet? Peter Wingfield.
omnis, much ~ma for your da, that he may sail through these scares with as little stress and pain as possible.
I'm so sorry to hear about your brother's restaurant Steph. Having a dream die like that really _is_ a sucking wound. Pardon the stupid, obvious question, but does this mean the insurance wouldn't cover relocation?
It was so nice of smonster to call to check in last night and to post a bit from me. I haven't been able to be around much in the last...oh, month. It's been a hugely stressful time.
Right now, I can say that despite looking like he has been torn apart by beasts and hastily sewn back together, Bartleby is doing a bit better than could have been expected.
He isn't allowed anything but bio breaks outside for the next 3 weeks, but when we went out this morning, he really wanted to walk. Fast. I couldn't believe how fast. So we went a bit further than advisable with my stomach churning, but I think it was good for him to get some of that energy out.
He's eating like a champ and he's resting easy in his new heated bed. I'm allowing him significant cone-free time, which I think is reducing his stress. That won't last for much longer though as the drugs taper off and the wounds begin to hurt and itch.
My kitchen counter looks like a center with intent to distribute...there are so many pill bottles. I worked out the schedule of drugs, icing and cleaning for the next 10 days and there are 110 administrations of one thing or another. PLUS two more vet visits.
The greatest dangers now are infection...especially when he can go again...which I'm really not looking forward to so much...and, having the junction of the Y incision not heal properly. So, that's my job right now...keeping clean and monitoring stitches.
Just call me Florence.
I guess the fact that I can joke about all this is a good sign, eh?
Again, I can't thank this community enough for making it possible for me to pay for this procedure and to care for Bartleby in the best way I can.
You all are my heroes and there is one little guy who is going to survive because you helped him. Please have someone hug you (or give you a beaming look of appreciation) for me.
((((bonny and Bartleby))))
Steph, sympathies and land-on-his-feet~ma for your brother.
