August 2nd, 2014

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Major Issues

Major is still gone. I could gut myself over not checking the door yesterday when i went out. He got so scared. all he saw were humans chasing him, he had no idea what was going on. we kept trying to wrangle him into the house. As far as I know, he's still in the garage next door. Now I know a little of what Doc went through last year with Jack.

On the other hand, all cats at the Animal Foundation are free. Not just the kittens. If i hadn't just lost one, i would be begging to go and get one. But I can't even think of new cat with Major missing. As much as I want to save every cat I can, I want my Major back. What was he thinking, wandering out like that. He hates outside.

And he's so scared, he won't let me near him. And he won't come to me. He's that petrified about being out.

I have one of my pictures of him on the desktop. I keep minimizing the window here so i can see it.

I missed our cuddle time last night. And his howling hour. And there's no one on my left elbow purring.

Major has made it past our property and back into the bushes next door. but i can't get to him. and Billy Bob Brian Zeus was with him. So there was much scattering of cats.
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Major Victory

I went out front to do another circle around the house, and found him just inside the gate i had opened, facing off with Bagira. So I hurried through the house to the back and got Bagira's attention and got down on my haunches and started calling Major by all my pet names for him. He came to me! He didn't even really object when i picked him up. My Major is home. Eating, of course.
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a couple of weeks ago, the Animal Foundation was having a sale on "big dogs" - not pit bulls. So I asked doc if we could have a big dog for security. we discussed it back and forth and decided it wasn't the time.

is today the time? a german shepherd, with no collar, just showed up at our house and lay down. doc gave him some food and water and put the leash around his neck to take him for a walk. doc is hoping the dog walks him back to his home. if not, we have a german shepherd until we find the owner.


These are my name choices. i can't wait for doc to get back.

He made the comment as i cuddled the dog, "You wanted to go to the shelter, the shelter is now coming to us."
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The dog's name is Oso

Doc went door to door until he found the owners. They didn't seem to care that their dog had tried to take up residence somewhere else. Then again, they didn't speak english. Doc used what little spanish he knows to communicate.

Then, when he got home, sans doggie to hold and cuddle and cause problems with Chewy, I suddenly couldn't take the pain anymore and I called the dentist up the street. they gave me 15 minutes to get there, and doc was asleep. So I changed my clothes with amazing speed and grabbed my stuff and trotted out the door and up to the dentist. I took my mp3 player, so it wasn't that bad a walk.

I was almost home when doc picked me up and we went out to get the scripts filled (codeine and penicillin) and out to lunch at Wendy's. I had chili - no chewing; baked potato - no chewing; and a frosty - brain freeze, but no chewing.

We're home now. I've taken all my medication and i'm waiting for the pain killers to kick in. oooh, they're kicking in. The throbbing has died to a dull ache. Once the swelling goes down and the infection is gone, we're pulling the sucker out. well, he's pulling it out. but i'll be there, participating. he said if it swells up any more after i start taking the penicillin, i should go to the ER. we'll just hope that doesn't happen. I'm running out of ERs to go to that don't just look at my mental history and ignore the real pain I'm in.
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exactly four hours to the minute that i took the codeine, it stopped working and all the pain came flooding back at once. so i followed the instructions on the bottle and took another one. wow, i still had some pain on it, but i had forgotten how bad it had gotten. they say pain has no memory. i'm not sure who "they" are. but i think they're right. i would say this is worse than childbirth. and i've birthed a child. so i know, but i don't remember the pain, just that i handled it with no working anesthesia. this, this i can't take. labor ends, this never does without the pills. hopefully the penicillin he gave me will knock out the infection quickly.

my nightmare scenario is that i wake up tomorrow with a swollen face and have to go to the ER for IV antibiotic cocktails. i doubt that will happen. he was just scaring me because i don't take care of my teeth. he's really a very nice man. he just has a crappy lab. i'm going to go to him for the extractions, and then go to a denture specialty group for my new teeth. his prices are reasonable and he's a nice guy and his new assistant seems competent. more so than past assistants.

we got the lease renewal turned in. hopefully they won't lose it like they did the lease last year. they take good care of us. We're here another year!!!

The scene in the movie, "Casino Royale" where the house in Venice that they are fighting in? Do you know that scene, where the beautiful building crumbles into the canals? It BREAKS my heart, every time. I don't know if you know this about me, but I ache for beautiful architecture and especially abandoned classic buildings. There was an abandoned train depot in Valley Forge that I used to spend hours wandering around the outside of, imagining the stories of passengers passed.

So . . . the new cat decision: no for now. he says he can't bear going into the shelter again. i haven't broached the subject of me going in and picking the cat out and doing the paperwork. it would mean taking the truck, and he is not fond of that idea. tomorrow is the last day. we'll probably see it again on the news tonight.

I just went outside for a smoke and Cheeky Hummingbird buzzed my right ear and then hovered no more than 2 feet from me above the lantana on the table. and just hovered there and looked at me as i taunted it with words. And then Vader came over and lay, Sphinx-like at my feet and let me pet him. Now, Vader is doc's cat. I am rarely regarded by him. But it seems when I'm outside, they see me differently.

oh, wow. wow. wow. wow. the pain is gone. it's just a dull, mildly annoying ache. it doesn't even feel like it's a part of me. that could be the indica talking, though.

doc is sleeping. i know this because he is snoring. he has a very light, quiet snore. and he doesn't do it often. i happen to think it's wonderful. i try to tell him that and he just turns red and tells me to be quiet or changes the subject.

Chewy is starting to get used to going out with me in the back when i smoke or garden or clean or relax. He's still really clingy, but I figure he'll get more adventurous as he gets used to his new permanent captivity. he's down to one walk a day, he's got to get used to peeing in the back yard. And, wow, does he look forward to that walk. Doc takes him, and is very strict with him, but he looks forward to that walk. He jumps Doc when he gets home from work and runs circles around him while he changes his clothes to take Chewy to the park.

They don't go to the dog park part of the park anymore. Chewy is just to sketchy around other dogs. And the ones at our dog park seem like the children in our neighborhood/city . . . no damn discipline. Their doggy parents just sit there while their beasts swarm and hump Chewy, who is wholly traumatized by the whole thing. He likes big, calm dogs that give him space and that he can deal with one on one. That's why I think he would be okay with a big brother or sister. So long as said other dog bonded with Doc. If it tried to bond with me, I fear Chewy's behavior would get ugly.

Oooh, Flash Flood Warning for Southeast Clark County. That's me, baby. The sky is blue. I don't believe them. It doesn't smell like rain outside. You know that smell right before it starts to rain . . . yeah, no smell. No rain.

The casino commercials here are so funny. A mix between Monster Truck Bash/Car Dealership/Cruise Line commercials, they are uniquely obnoxious. I wonder if they are available on youtube.

Did I ever tell you that when I explored Obamacare in my state, my deductible would have been $6000, and my monthly premium $365. Since Doc hasn't properly filed his taxes for Obamacare, I'm not eligible through the system for Medicaid. Though, since I get SSDI, I am qualified for it. I wonder how many people fell into that hole. That's why I'm going to the office to apply for Medicaid. I couldn't do it online. Isn't that suck? How many other people are as clueless as Doc and I and this sucks for? Grrr. People need to know. I should probably write a tumblr blog about it, but it would likely be roundly ignored (or squarely) like everything else I do.

I'm going to owe Doc a lot of money come the middle of the month when my check is deposited. He's paying for the dentist and the meds. And we didn't discuss it, I just kind of made the phone call and the walk. I'm such a loyal patient, he let me blow off the fee for today until I come again.

I know I've complained about him. But now that I'm going to him and I'm NOT in a Haldol fugue, he is quite professional and thorough. He's also about 2 decades older than I thought he was. Man, that med fucked me up. If the shrink says, let's try Haldol, just go ahead and ask if there is some alternative that will not make you an active part of the Zombie Apocalypse.

If you're not doing anything tonight, tune into BBC America. They are playing a thing called "The Great Martian War". It's done documentary style with WWI footage with big-assed robot looking Martians carefully added. And then there is a narrator and guest speakers who each have a thing to say about the Aliens v. Allies battles. OMG, it is Nerd Candy. It is amazing! I had my doubts about it, but no, it is so well done. You forget you are watching fiction. They are now talking about chemical warfare on the Martian front. OH!