I am totally against work buds. But why do I have so many, and why are they so damned fun?
MAC! ::insert stern talking to and effective brain chemistry here::
I really wish I could help you in any, some, way msbelle. Except to offer you sympathy and virtual mani pedis.
Speaking of which, my mother's emotional health is being monitored by her vanity, and she has expressed interest in a mani pedi, so my sister has sent up a cheer. This is good. Her reasserting her normal indulgences is good.
I introduced my sister to the analogy of the spoons today. It is sad whenever I feel I have to do that to someone, because it means it applies somewhere, to something. Ah, well. It will be helpful shorthand. Not sharing wouldn't make the restrictions go away.
Tomorrow, I hope to have enough spoons to sign up for art class. I don't want to sign up for the Saturday class, but the Monday evening one, because I'm more likely to be able to do that, but if I sign up for Monday, I can still take Saturday, so I might as well do so early.
In other unfun news: I'm taking Darby in to the vet tomorrow, but I'm fairly certain it's more of a bonny problem than a vet problem.
Darby's food issues are just out of control. She has barely eaten in four or five days. She simply will not eat her food. She did a similar thing when she stayed at my sister's last month but I figured it was more environmental than anything - she's never been a big eater in an unfamiliar or uncomfortable place. And she ate normally when she got back.
But this is just driving me crazy, and I can't figure out what the problem is. She has refused everything. Her bowl is currently overflowing with a mixture of chow and treats: no go. I gave her an egg: no go. I gave her a bowl of
scrambled
eggs, then one of scrambled mixed with sausage: no go.
But. She still wants treats if you hand them to her - gobbles them and waits for more. I had some tortillas and she was a begging jumping fool when I started giving her bits. She finally ate the eggs when I broke down and fed them to her on a fork. And then the leftovers in the bowl sat there all night untouched. I left some corned beef in her bowl the other night and it sat there, but did disappear overnight. That's something, except I don't know that I can rule out the cat.
So I really don't think it's a physical issue. There's something going on in her little noggin that's stopping her and I really don't know what to do.
Will she eat from the bowl if you stay with her while she does?
She is drinking water, so that's another good sign.
Mr Peabody only eats every other day or sometimes every third day. He suddenly remembers food and eats everything. I just keep refilling bowls until he stops. He sometimes will only eat dry food for a week. I waste a fair amount of wet food. He'll also only eat when I'm right there, which is why his food is in my office.
Is there any clue in the texture of the food? I mean, doesn't sound like it if you offered scrambled eggs, but is she turning down stuff that requires chewing? Could her mouth or teeth hurt?
I don't think so, because her treats are crunchy. But worth looking into since she had a couple of broken teeth from being kicked.
MAC! ::insert stern talking to and effective brain chemistry here::
What ita ! said.
I really wish I could help you in any, some, way msbelle. Except to offer you sympathy and virtual mani pedis.
This too. I wish I could come hang out with you and Mac, and give you some back-up. I'd probably freak Mac out, tho'.
It's so weird hearing Wilmer Valderama doing a non-comical accent.
Oh, and Fillion continues to self-indulge/pander to the fans--Adam Baldwin is scheduled to appear on Castle at some point.
