^^^ Andi is Evil ^^^

I'm feeling odd about a loss that happened without me knowing. I was looking through my address book doing Bobby's announcements and saw an old friend's name and thought I would Google him to see what he was up to. He died last October. This was a former partner of DH#2 and not really a friend of mine so much, but he was a true and kind friend. He sat with Stephen and kept him company when I couldn't be at the hospital, brought us food, and cheer. He was really there for his former love. I hadn't seen him in decades, but I often thought of him with gratitude and love for all his kindness. And now he is gone too. I hope they get to spend some time together. As I said, odd feeling since we were never exactly close.

I'm 34 days clean.

I relapsed today. But I didn't click on Femail.

There have been two times when I clicked on something interesting via facebook and ended up on the site.

Both times it took real _will_ to click away. It was right there and it wasn't my fault...what harm could a little look 'round do?.

But. I prevailed.

I know it seems silly, but I've been sorely tempted and feel pretty good about resisting.

This small victory could lead to others.

Somebody tell me to get off my butt and get in the shower.

Someone should have told me the same, but it's too late now. Shower will have to wait for bedtime.

Laura, you are part and parcel of the Most Amazing Ex Club. If I have to get dumped, I hope it's by someone in your circle.

Andi! Get off your butt and wash your stinky self! Right now, missy!

Done. Also? Picnicked and stopped at the store to acquire the velcro that I promised I would bring to fix something for someone tomorrow at work.

most mornings - waking up and getting out of bed is just what you do. On rare occassions - I can actually bounce of bed. and then I hit weeks where getting out of bed is just stupid and ridiculously hard

This is so awfully true.

I'm 34 days clean.

I relapsed today. But I didn't click on Femail.

I haven't gone there today. But I also haven't checked my guilty pleasure links yet today. That place is awful but I click like it's crack.

Laura, you are part and parcel of the Most Amazing Ex Club. If I have to get dumped, I hope it's by someone in your circle.

Seriously.

Ugh, I was social tonight but I woke up feeling ugh so it took conserving all of my spoons. Since it was the cocktails and dinner with the local movers and shakers (and an ex's Mom, as happens), it was worth it but I think I used all of the spoons. And I got scolded again by my mayor (who is also my postman) for not picking up a package. Fair enough. (I picked up my mail on the way home. Shame done with humor, it works.)

Harvey is 15. He's going in for annual shots/checkup on Wednesday. I'm going to have to confess to having discontinued his urinary tract acidifier without having contacted the veterinarian about it. They knew the stuff was causing him some tummy upset, and guided me through finding a dosage level that would not make him lose his lunch every day. But even with that, when he threw up again after several days of mostly holding his food down, I just could not make myself give him the pill anymore. And since then his energy level has skyrocketed. He's running circles around Sammie, who is 11. I haven't seen him this energetic in years. I presume it is due in part to having to eat prescription food which included a form of urinary acidifier and which was otherwise not as high quality nutrition as what he is eating now. (I cheated even then, and gave him half prescription food and half good food)

I will have them collect a urine sample. I hope to heaven that he is crystal-free and not too terribly in need of more medication to prevent crystals reforming.

I can't do it. I can't make myself give him medication that makes him feel crappy.

I think I wouldn't give him the meds in that case, either, Windsparrow, FWIW. Happier is better.

I can't do it. I can't make myself give him medication that makes him feel crappy.

I believe strongly in quality of life over quantity. For every species. But especially for pets who trust us so completely with their well-being.

I know that my vet worked with me for years finding the best treatments for Kittenish that also gave her the best quality of life. We found out that I could give her a second dose of her thyroid meds via a transdermal cream and that made her so much happier than liquid meds twice a day where she'd flinch whenever I touched her.

Talk things over with your vet, of course, but Harvey's happiness is important. Don't discount that.

I totally agree on quality of life.

If I had _only_ known Bartleby's true condition, I would never, ever have gone to extraordinary measures. He seemed happy enough, but it had to be incredibly painful. His happiness and well-being were always paramount in my heart. So, yeah, I'm with you Andi.

I haven't gone there today. But I also haven't checked my guilty pleasure links yet today. That place is awful but I click like it's crack.

Honestly, I found my self squirming and trying to shut my eyes against it, but I would. not. look. away.

It got to the point where I was sort of ashamed of myself for polluting my own mind.

But. They DO have excellent dog stories on the regular. I just couldn't look past all the other stuff...even for my own good.