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The continued story of too much stuff going on ...
Home Improvement. Kimberly wasn't up to going over to the folks house on Sunday, so my dad offered to come over to help some more with some home improvement. We put another coat of paint on the remaining doors for Kimberly's office, but afterward decided one of the sets of doors still looked streaked; he more specifically instructed me how to undercut the framing of my closet doors, so I've done that, which enables the continuation of the flooring project in my office; and he helped me install a new, larger mail box, purchased because the blasted mailman kept bending up books to jam them into our classic mailbox.
Despite the problems with the doors, it was great work that should get me going on all these projects. In fact, I returned to the doors again tonight, and after more problem with the *()@#$@ Rustoleum nozzles spraying dust, got another few coats put on the remaining doors. Soon, it will be done, or I'll be out of paint, and it'll be de facto done.
Then I can reclaim my work tables for cutting planks and be back to that project.
Lucy. Lucy went in for a checkup today and we were delighted to hear that she'd gained 3 ounces, which is the first time she's gained weight in a few years. I suspect that means the prednisone was helping, but for the moment she's now off the prednisone, and we'll check her weight again in 2-4 weeks. Science!
I was surprised they also ran more urinalysis, and without OKing with me, but I would have OKed it if they thought it necessary, so no biggie. I was less amused when I got Lucy home and without 30 minutes or so she'd started wandering the house yowling. She purred and seemed happy if she was paid attention, but much of the afternoon she roamed and yowled.
The doctor called just before 5, with results, and as she talked to me was clearly surprised to discover there was a bit of glucose in Lucy's urine. Which she said could be due to stress. And then she gave a really off-kilter response about how there was also more blood in the urine, but that it'd been hard to get the urine and Lucy had moved her leg at the last minute and then she trailed off ... As far as I could tell, they'd stabbed my cat in a very sensitive place trying to get urine. Which in my mind explained the afternoon of yowling.
So, Lucy is going back for more blood tests on Saturday, obviously because the doctor wants to rule out diabetes, though she didn't say that. It'd actually be pretty unlikely for a very small female cat, but it's another thing that lines up with many symptoms of recent years (lots of drinking, lots of eating, weight loss, glucose in the urine), so it's a possibility. (I hope we've actually found the main problem as colon inflammation, possibly requiring prednisone, as compounded prednisone treat is easier to dispense than daily insulin shots.)
And the yowling has slowly gotten less frequent over the course of the day, so I'm hoping that Lucy is either finishing up her expression of outrage or slowly feeling better. I don't need her ailing again, and I especially don't because of vet clumsiness. We send the cats to the vet to get better, and instead they're coming back sick and wounded.
Writing. At the least, I'm feelin good about the management of my personal writing time this month (aided by the fact that I'm not getting too much freelance tech writing work at the moment, other than Blockchain Commons). I've got my TSR Codex v2 done, which was my work on that project for the month, and I've got a '10s history done on Sage Kobold that I'm really pleased with for all the '10s topics it manages to discuss. That means that I've got half-a-month (or rather half-time for half-a-month) to focus exclusively on elves, which will hopefully get me to a full first draft of that book, or near too, for finishing next month. And then my Designers & Dragons time can pick back up again.
Home Improvement. Kimberly wasn't up to going over to the folks house on Sunday, so my dad offered to come over to help some more with some home improvement. We put another coat of paint on the remaining doors for Kimberly's office, but afterward decided one of the sets of doors still looked streaked; he more specifically instructed me how to undercut the framing of my closet doors, so I've done that, which enables the continuation of the flooring project in my office; and he helped me install a new, larger mail box, purchased because the blasted mailman kept bending up books to jam them into our classic mailbox.
Despite the problems with the doors, it was great work that should get me going on all these projects. In fact, I returned to the doors again tonight, and after more problem with the *()@#$@ Rustoleum nozzles spraying dust, got another few coats put on the remaining doors. Soon, it will be done, or I'll be out of paint, and it'll be de facto done.
Then I can reclaim my work tables for cutting planks and be back to that project.
Lucy. Lucy went in for a checkup today and we were delighted to hear that she'd gained 3 ounces, which is the first time she's gained weight in a few years. I suspect that means the prednisone was helping, but for the moment she's now off the prednisone, and we'll check her weight again in 2-4 weeks. Science!
I was surprised they also ran more urinalysis, and without OKing with me, but I would have OKed it if they thought it necessary, so no biggie. I was less amused when I got Lucy home and without 30 minutes or so she'd started wandering the house yowling. She purred and seemed happy if she was paid attention, but much of the afternoon she roamed and yowled.
The doctor called just before 5, with results, and as she talked to me was clearly surprised to discover there was a bit of glucose in Lucy's urine. Which she said could be due to stress. And then she gave a really off-kilter response about how there was also more blood in the urine, but that it'd been hard to get the urine and Lucy had moved her leg at the last minute and then she trailed off ... As far as I could tell, they'd stabbed my cat in a very sensitive place trying to get urine. Which in my mind explained the afternoon of yowling.
So, Lucy is going back for more blood tests on Saturday, obviously because the doctor wants to rule out diabetes, though she didn't say that. It'd actually be pretty unlikely for a very small female cat, but it's another thing that lines up with many symptoms of recent years (lots of drinking, lots of eating, weight loss, glucose in the urine), so it's a possibility. (I hope we've actually found the main problem as colon inflammation, possibly requiring prednisone, as compounded prednisone treat is easier to dispense than daily insulin shots.)
And the yowling has slowly gotten less frequent over the course of the day, so I'm hoping that Lucy is either finishing up her expression of outrage or slowly feeling better. I don't need her ailing again, and I especially don't because of vet clumsiness. We send the cats to the vet to get better, and instead they're coming back sick and wounded.
Writing. At the least, I'm feelin good about the management of my personal writing time this month (aided by the fact that I'm not getting too much freelance tech writing work at the moment, other than Blockchain Commons). I've got my TSR Codex v2 done, which was my work on that project for the month, and I've got a '10s history done on Sage Kobold that I'm really pleased with for all the '10s topics it manages to discuss. That means that I've got half-a-month (or rather half-time for half-a-month) to focus exclusively on elves, which will hopefully get me to a full first draft of that book, or near too, for finishing next month. And then my Designers & Dragons time can pick back up again.