FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS LATER (and some school stuff)

Mockingbirds recognize people who've pissed them off. However, to anyone who has dealt with mockingbirds, this is not news.

Anyway, to the point. I hd both boys to the vets today and five hundred dollars later, apparently Sano has an old, healed fracture in his right leg. He probably also has some old soft tissue damage from whatever injury it was, too. Likely the pit bull attack from about three and a half years ago. (The people across the street, their pitbull jumped over my fence and attacked my dogs, in case anyone's forgotten that.) Since Dr. Dickwhistle sent Sano home with painkillers that day instead of really going over his injuries, well, that's that.

The odd thing is that the fracture is in the exact same place where Trisky had bone cancer. I asked the Dr. about a billion times if she was sure her present opinion was that it wasn't cancer and she said that it definitely didn't look like it (although if I wanted to come back in a few months to assure myself that it still looked the same I could; and I think I will do that.) She also said, "A radial osteosarcoma; you never hear of that." I was like, O RLY? Because that's exactly what Trisky had. Still, what are the chances that Sano would have the exact same ridiculously rare thing? OTOH, what are the chances that his injury would be in the same place? Those two dogs have so much karma. I really think that I got Sano for Trisky, sometimes.

And Haku's scar is infected! Remember about a month ago when he kept getting all that really mysterious and huge swelling? Well Monday I pulled about an inch of stitching out of him, and today the Dr. pulled another few inches out. These stitches were supposed to dissolve, but apparently they never did and his skin is basically trying to reject them now, making everything all swollen, irritated and gross. The scar actually doesn't look too bad, but after the Dr. debrided it a little it was obvious there was still some residual pus and stuff.

Jesus! However the good news is that if his kidney levels and bromide levels all seem within range and he can continue on this non-seizure rate (*knock on wood*) then I can lower his PB dose.

Let's see, what else. The starlings. Still just the three (although I had a dream about a baby bluejay last night; more on that later,) and they're the typical first clutch I always seem to get. One big one who eats a lot, a middle one, and the smallest one who has a pale beak and who eats less. Except that the middle one seems odd to me. She keeps rolling over onto her side. I know Starling very well. I meet Starling every year and this is my tenth year straight. When a starling seems different to me, something is definitely weird. Oh, their names are Ada, Jill and Ashley. ^_^

I have a myo test tomorrow and I have a lot of studying to do, but I wanted to write this all out first. Yesterday school was pretty nice, with the exception of this ATOMIC DOUCHEBOMB in one of my classes. He walks in with this puss to begin with, his lips all pursed like a drawstring, and he throws his books down and flings his pen in that arrogant way that says "I don't wanna be here in the first place." Then, the professor hands out our quiz, and it was an easy, ten question quiz, just total pie. The professor tells us, "I'll give you guys till 9:30 in case you want to go to the cafe and get breakfast while I grade them or something." The d-bomb does his pen-flinging thing, he scoffs and goes, "Till nine thirty? For this test? Whatever." The professor was like, "Well, not that it should take you until 9:30, but if you want to get breakfast. I'm giving you guys a break." The d-bomb was all, "TCH!" and took his test, threw his pen and then practically threw his test on the desk before walking out.

Then later in the class the professor handed out sheets to be passed back, and he was so busy in his own little world that he didn't pass his on. So I took them and passed them to the girl behind him. (She was looking at me like, "Can you believe this guy?") Then the next time the professor handed out some more papers, d-bomb saw them and just didn't bother to hand them back. Instead he looked at me and went, "Heh. Well you did it for me last time." I swear I just glared at him until he passed the papers to the lady behind him.

Oh! Oh, and then he gets up in the middle of class and takes an hour off (it's a five hour class) so he can go to the gym! Well, whatever douche, that's your problem, but while he's doing this, he's standing up in the middle of the classroom--in front of everyone so they can't see the slides--putting all of his books into his gym bag for about five minutes.

I wish to take a crowbar to this guy's teeth.

But the day was actually pretty good aside from that. I was in the hallway between classes eating a cookie, when an acquaintance of mine whose company I enjoyed last trimester (we were in nearly ever class together, but we have no classes together this time,) came up to me and said, "PLEASE tell me you are going to China this summer!" I told her I was and she said, "Thank god! I'm going too and I wanted to go with someone I already know!" So, we decided to room together in China. Isn't that great? It's so good to know that it won't be me and a bunch of strangers. ^_^

Later on in the day another acquaintance from last trimester (and from this one, as we have a class together this time too, and we've talked in the past about Tarot cards and such,) came up to me in the bathroom with her tarot deck and asked if we could read each other. (I read her tarot before class and it was pretty neat. ^_^ ) We started talking and she said, "Please don't take it personally, but I have to ask: What's your nationality?" I told her what i say to anyone who asks: "A bunch of different stuff, but what you're asking about is Native American." She was like, "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! CHEROKEE!" Then she totally flattered me by saying, "Don't take this the wrong way, I'm straight and all and I have a boyfriend, but I have such a girl-crush on you." I just started laughing and thanked her. She said, "I thought you must think I was so creepy last trimester because I kept staring at you!" She asked how old I was and such (she thought I was 22!) and was generally so kind and flattering that I spent the rest of the day thinking that quite possibly I'm not as grotesque as I make myself out to be. ;)

And the vet today asked me if I'd perhaps gone to high school with her nephew, who is 21. I told her I graduated in '90 and she was all "NO." I swear I like it when that happens, it makes me feel pretty good about myself. ^_^

God, I'm 36 and I sound like the typical 17 year old college student. Jeez! That's what I tell people. "It's not how I look that makes you think that; it's how I act. This is why you think I'm a kid." ;D

One more "hurrah" for now: my cousin's ridiculously cool and nice husband knows an electrician who can give a really sweet price helping me out with a new stove and oven and he's coming by today to see where he can run a dedicated line. I'm so effing excited! I think I'll give my old setup to Salvation Army or some second hand store or something. I'm just psyched though, damn. I want to pick out a nice little oven.

Tonight is Jo-chan's school concert so I've got my battery charging to get lots of pics and videos.

Man, I woke up in worry-mode (because of Sano, and thanks to the House finale with that old guy with pancreatic cancer--because you see, in my mind now everyone has that,) but now I feel pretty good about stuff. See, this is why I keep my journal, as boring as it might seem to others. ^_^

I should really go study now.

FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS LATER (and some school stuff)

Mockingbirds recognize people who've pissed them off. However, to anyone who has dealt with mockingbirds, this is not news.

Anyway, to the point. I hd both boys to the vets today and five hundred dollars later, apparently Sano has an old, healed fracture in his right leg. He probably also has some old soft tissue damage from whatever injury it was, too. Likely the pit bull attack from about three and a half years ago. (The people across the street, their pitbull jumped over my fence and attacked my dogs, in case anyone's forgotten that.) Since Dr. Dickwhistle sent Sano home with painkillers that day instead of really going over his injuries, well, that's that.

The odd thing is that the fracture is in the exact same place where Trisky had bone cancer. I asked the Dr. about a billion times if she was sure her present opinion was that it wasn't cancer and she said that it definitely didn't look like it (although if I wanted to come back in a few months to assure myself that it still looked the same I could; and I think I will do that.) She also said, "A radial osteosarcoma; you never hear of that." I was like, O RLY? Because that's exactly what Trisky had. Still, what are the chances that Sano would have the exact same ridiculously rare thing? OTOH, what are the chances that his injury would be in the same place? Those two dogs have so much karma. I really think that I got Sano for Trisky, sometimes.

And Haku's scar is infected! Remember about a month ago when he kept getting all that really mysterious and huge swelling? Well Monday I pulled about an inch of stitching out of him, and today the Dr. pulled another few inches out. These stitches were supposed to dissolve, but apparently they never did and his skin is basically trying to reject them now, making everything all swollen, irritated and gross. The scar actually doesn't look too bad, but after the Dr. debrided it a little it was obvious there was still some residual pus and stuff.

Jesus! However the good news is that if his kidney levels and bromide levels all seem within range and he can continue on this non-seizure rate (*knock on wood*) then I can lower his PB dose.

Let's see, what else. The starlings. Still just the three (although I had a dream about a baby bluejay last night; more on that later,) and they're the typical first clutch I always seem to get. One big one who eats a lot, a middle one, and the smallest one who has a pale beak and who eats less. Except that the middle one seems odd to me. She keeps rolling over onto her side. I know Starling very well. I meet Starling every year and this is my tenth year straight. When a starling seems different to me, something is definitely weird. Oh, their names are Ada, Jill and Ashley. ^_^

I have a myo test tomorrow and I have a lot of studying to do, but I wanted to write this all out first. Yesterday school was pretty nice, with the exception of this ATOMIC DOUCHEBOMB in one of my classes. He walks in with this puss to begin with, his lips all pursed like a drawstring, and he throws his books down and flings his pen in that arrogant way that says "I don't wanna be here in the first place." Then, the professor hands out our quiz, and it was an easy, ten question quiz, just total pie. The professor tells us, "I'll give you guys till 9:30 in case you want to go to the cafe and get breakfast while I grade them or something." The d-bomb does his pen-flinging thing, he scoffs and goes, "Till nine thirty? For this test? Whatever." The professor was like, "Well, not that it should take you until 9:30, but if you want to get breakfast. I'm giving you guys a break." The d-bomb was all, "TCH!" and took his test, threw his pen and then practically threw his test on the desk before walking out.

Then later in the class the professor handed out sheets to be passed back, and he was so busy in his own little world that he didn't pass his on. So I took them and passed them to the girl behind him. (She was looking at me like, "Can you believe this guy?") Then the next time the professor handed out some more papers, d-bomb saw them and just didn't bother to hand them back. Instead he looked at me and went, "Heh. Well you did it for me last time." I swear I just glared at him until he passed the papers to the lady behind him.

Oh! Oh, and then he gets up in the middle of class and takes an hour off (it's a five hour class) so he can go to the gym! Well, whatever douche, that's your problem, but while he's doing this, he's standing up in the middle of the classroom--in front of everyone so they can't see the slides--putting all of his books into his gym bag for about five minutes.

I wish to take a crowbar to this guy's teeth.

But the day was actually pretty good aside from that. I was in the hallway between classes eating a cookie, when an acquaintance of mine whose company I enjoyed last trimester (we were in nearly ever class together, but we have no classes together this time,) came up to me and said, "PLEASE tell me you are going to China this summer!" I told her I was and she said, "Thank god! I'm going too and I wanted to go with someone I already know!" So, we decided to room together in China. Isn't that great? It's so good to know that it won't be me and a bunch of strangers. ^_^

Later on in the day another acquaintance from last trimester (and from this one, as we have a class together this time too, and we've talked in the past about Tarot cards and such,) came up to me in the bathroom with her tarot deck and asked if we could read each other. (I read her tarot before class and it was pretty neat. ^_^ ) We started talking and she said, "Please don't take it personally, but I have to ask: What's your nationality?" I told her what i say to anyone who asks: "A bunch of different stuff, but what you're asking about is Native American." She was like, "I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! CHEROKEE!" Then she totally flattered me by saying, "Don't take this the wrong way, I'm straight and all and I have a boyfriend, but I have such a girl-crush on you." I just started laughing and thanked her. She said, "I thought you must think I was so creepy last trimester because I kept staring at you!" She asked how old I was and such (she thought I was 22!) and was generally so kind and flattering that I spent the rest of the day thinking that quite possibly I'm not as grotesque as I make myself out to be. ;)

And the vet today asked me if I'd perhaps gone to high school with her nephew, who is 21. I told her I graduated in '90 and she was all "NO." I swear I like it when that happens, it makes me feel pretty good about myself. ^_^

God, I'm 36 and I sound like the typical 17 year old college student. Jeez! That's what I tell people. "It's not how I look that makes you think that; it's how I act. This is why you think I'm a kid." ;D

One more "hurrah" for now: my cousin's ridiculously cool and nice husband knows an electrician who can give a really sweet price helping me out with a new stove and oven and he's coming by today to see where he can run a dedicated line. I'm so effing excited! I think I'll give my old setup to Salvation Army or some second hand store or something. I'm just psyched though, damn. I want to pick out a nice little oven.

Tonight is Jo-chan's school concert so I've got my battery charging to get lots of pics and videos.

Man, I woke up in worry-mode (because of Sano, and thanks to the House finale with that old guy with pancreatic cancer--because you see, in my mind now everyone has that,) but now I feel pretty good about stuff. See, this is why I keep my journal, as boring as it might seem to others. ^_^

I should really go study now.