I'm so sorry, Fred. That's so hard.
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I'm so sorry, Fred.
Fred, I am so sorry.
Oh, Fred. I'm so, so sorry for your family's pain.
I will keep you in my thoughts tonight.
So the packing is out, there's mostly just pink seepage occasionally, but I'm still having issues when I stand up and walk around too fast. It stops within 30 seconds to a minute, which makes the doctors say "What do you want us to do about it? We don't know where it's bleeding from." Which is completely consistent with my frustration with intermittent computer errors, I understand, but dammit, blood should stay inside! So I guess I'm going to have to stand up carefully on a regular basis and let my blood pressure equalize for a few days until everything stabilizes and whatever is aggravating my sinus cavity goes away.
Ease and surcease for Seamus, peace and comfort for his humans.
Goodnight sweet Seamus, a flight of angels wing thee to thy rest.
I'm sorry Fred
and how vaguely scary and irritating Connie
Ugh Connie, that's more bother than it should be, sending sinus~ma your way
We did put Seamus to sleep Tuesday night. He was surrounded by people he loved and who love him. He enjoyed curling up in the crook of my arm and laying his head on my forearm, so I lay down on the floor and let him get into that position as the vet administered the injections.
Yesterday was crazy, trying to mourn and support Hubs as he mourned (he is much more demonstrative in grief than I am), attend a 3-hour Super-Duper Important Meeting for work on the latest Survey of Employees, and keep a doctor's appointment on follow-up from my nasal surgery.
Luckily, I have tomorrow off. Plan for the weekend -- collapse.