Glad Bella is fixed up and has appropriate meds.

Flu shot makes me miserable for at least a day. So much better than flu though.

Had car trouble Thursday, eye surgery yesterday. Has not been the easiest of weeks. Two amusing things:

When the doctor was about to work she asked me if I was "comfortable".

My reply: "Doctor, you are about to stick a sharp object into my eye. My survival instincts tell me that it is *much* more important that you are "comfortable".

Later, I had to wait for a ride home, so I decided to do some mild exercise. I chose a spot out of the way of traffic flow and walked back and forth. To make the exercise sightly more intense (though still very mild) I walked backwards half the time. A did with his mother saw me doing this, and asked "Why are walking like that?"

I replied: "Kiddo, I'm doing wimpercize."

My reply: "Doctor, you are about to stick a sharp object into my eye. My survival instincts tell me that it is *much* more important that you are "comfortable".

Ooh, snap! Good one.

I replied: "Kiddo, I'm doing wimpercize."

Also, good!

I always tell phlebotanists the same. You have the needle, let's work on you being calm focused and on task. I'll work on not passing out.

Hah. When I had eye surgery they asked me for my anxiety level, adn I was like, "well, at the MOMENT it's a 2. But you're not doing anything yet. It'll ratchet up quite a lot...." (and then they gave me valium, and so on, and ended up having to give me fentanyl, because I was like "yeah, not feeling like that valium did shit for me...the anxiety is getting higher and burning it right off as you get closer to THINGS IN MY EYE")

I always tell phlebotanists the same. You have the needle, let's work on you being calm focused and on task. I'll work on not passing out.

I love that the blood-draw cubicle farm at the local clinic has bulletin boards with comics posted on them. I'm fine as long as I don't actually see the needle, and it's nice to have something fun to focus on.

(and then they gave me valium, and so on, and ended up having to give me fentanyl, because I was like "yeah, not feeling like that valium did shit for me...the anxiety is getting higher and burning it right off as you get closer to THINGS IN MY EYE")

Oh boy. Considering how panicky I get over eye exams now (thanks, allergic reactions to eye drops, the gift that keeps on giving!) I don't want to contemplate eye surgery.

I love these dresses SO MUCH: [link]

(Superhero, supervillan, anime, sci-fi inspired dresses with awesome models of all body types.)

I always tell phlebotanists the same. You have the needle, let's work on you being calm focused and on task. I'll work on not passing out.

Hah--the "phlebotanists" typo has me giggling, imagining very serious people in scrubs trying to get blood from a plant.

I hid all the collars. Nico has either stopped hunting them or given up on getting praise from me while I'm trying to sleep. ION, Malachi gets total bonus points last night. I was desperately trying to sleep on my back (pain is +4 sleeping on right side and +3 sleeping on left side, but i've ALWAYS been a side sleeper which has made the last few months utterly miserable) so while I'm trying to savasana into sleep smaller cat climbed up onto the bed and settled against my right side with his head resting just over my liver. Purring. I'm pretty sure resting kitty purrs are equally medicinal to a castor oil compress. I actually slept on my back for 3 hours before rolling onto my side and starting the tossing and turning process. 3 hrs of good, solid, back sleep. I call that progress. Malachi got some good nip this morning.

Good Mal!

Hah--the "phlebotanists" typo has me giggling, imagining very serious people in scrubs trying to get blood from a plant.

Phone typing is a harsh and sarcastic mistress.