so i'm wondering...
Sep. 14th, 2005 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swingchickieshould angell memorial animal medical center name it the "li'l momma wing", or the "monkey wing?" because with all the cash i'm throwing at them, i expect some sort of permanent memory of one of us. :)
monkey's going to need surgery... a tube implanted into her stomach so i can feed her that way, since she won't eat on her own. it drives me nuts -- she's acting fine except for the getting-frighteningly-skinny part. the oncologist said there's this new thing called a low-profile tube... instead of having a long tube that has to be taped down, which would freak her out, this is a short little thing with a flip-cap, sort of like the cap on a tube of toothpaste sticking out of her. so it'll be much smaller, it won't bother her, and i can start fattening her up again over the course of a few weeks until she's eating on her own again. thank god i have a piddly little bonus coming... at least it'll pay for a chunk of this. i just have to keep reminding myself that this is all for a greater good, that once she is through all the chemo and all she will live several more years. in the meantime, my heart breaks every time i pick her up and feel her spine poking into me. i want her to be a porker again, dammit!
in the good news arena, i'm down 3 pounds this week. woot! *happy dance* a good start, if i do say so myself. and D and i are still being friendly, which makes me really happy even though the breakup is still awful. (i slept about 2 hours last night.) we've seen each other twice on IM so far and said hi, and he said he wants to make sure i'm okay. which is sweet. i'd have been more okay if things could have gotten better between us... but a friendship with him, once the weirdness dies down, will be cool too.
"rockstar:INXS" and then sleeeeep. i need it so badly.
monkey's going to need surgery... a tube implanted into her stomach so i can feed her that way, since she won't eat on her own. it drives me nuts -- she's acting fine except for the getting-frighteningly-skinny part. the oncologist said there's this new thing called a low-profile tube... instead of having a long tube that has to be taped down, which would freak her out, this is a short little thing with a flip-cap, sort of like the cap on a tube of toothpaste sticking out of her. so it'll be much smaller, it won't bother her, and i can start fattening her up again over the course of a few weeks until she's eating on her own again. thank god i have a piddly little bonus coming... at least it'll pay for a chunk of this. i just have to keep reminding myself that this is all for a greater good, that once she is through all the chemo and all she will live several more years. in the meantime, my heart breaks every time i pick her up and feel her spine poking into me. i want her to be a porker again, dammit!
in the good news arena, i'm down 3 pounds this week. woot! *happy dance* a good start, if i do say so myself. and D and i are still being friendly, which makes me really happy even though the breakup is still awful. (i slept about 2 hours last night.) we've seen each other twice on IM so far and said hi, and he said he wants to make sure i'm okay. which is sweet. i'd have been more okay if things could have gotten better between us... but a friendship with him, once the weirdness dies down, will be cool too.
"rockstar:INXS" and then sleeeeep. i need it so badly.
