I also liked the daughter who ran off with the revolutionary in Fiddler on the Roof, so I am somewhat predictable.
to this day, I do not know what happens in "Fiddler on the Roof" after this. Something always interrupts me at this point and I've never seen the end of the movie!
I'm not having good feelings about Devi. Just, the gut instinct is going south. I've been wrong before, but last time, I was really really right.
She's dropped 9 oz in 2 weeks. She's at 7.1 lbs, which means that is a lot. She's still eating and drinking (and sounds like a piglet due to her nasal issues.) She's also been exhibiting some quite kittenish behavior. Hell, she's downright normal with her clinginess and vigilance after a vet visit (she's always like this after the vet.) But. We just started the third round of antibiotics. Her breathing today has been the worst it has been. Her sides heave cause half her nose is clogged and she has to breathe through her mouth. The nose drops and steam don't really seem to do anything different.
I, like the vet, am concerned this is not just a URI (though that may be concurrent) but something more.
I think this weekend will be critical in determining which way this goes. And that's just heavy.
Fingers crossed Sarameg. That is a heavy thing.
I am sorry, Sarameg, but I will be vibing.
Very sorry scrappy - remind me to promote you on Tuesday - when people eill be back in the office ( or maybe mondy ) We are thinking and trying to think where we can connect you .
I have a three day weekend, Matt does not. And he is sick . so I will be helping him take care of himself
Ah, good luck to you guys, Sara.
Fuck Scrappy! Much job-ma!
On a complete other note, and possibly in the wrong thread, FUCK YEAH, NORA! Go on with your Beer Blogging self!
Oh, sara, no. C'mon, devi!
I recorded a song! On my cigar box guitar, 'cause I thought that would be funny as a first thing to do. And it's awesome, although of course the recording itself is horrible. But! Worked!
Sara, I hope she's just as strong as she needs to be, and then some.
Cutting my hair made me grumpy, which is 180 from normal. But the barber WOULD NOT SHUT UP. So my hair is too long (it's a hair *cut*, not a hair *leave*, fucker), and he trimmed my hairline, and I got a parking ticket because I counted parking spots wrong (it's one of those lots with central pre-payment, and I counted up from neighbouring space 31, not down) and my eyesight is so shot I couldn't read the amount I owed until I got home.
At least, Megan tomorrow. And they better not intend to come to my apartment, even though we'll basically be passing it to get to Rodeo shopping. Because I am not tidying.