Updates, Sano, and even more douchery!

I went to visit Sano today and was very heartened to see him still being Sano-esque and with less petechia. Yet he felt a little bony to me, around by his shoulders and I hate that feeling because Trisky (and other dogs) felt the same way before they are diagnosed with cancer, and that is something that's still on my mind and probably always will be. Still no results on the RMSF. But GOOD NEWS. His vet from the emergency place just called and his platelets are on a pretty good rise in response to pred. (Pred can also mask / ease cancer symptoms, but the Dr. is still not thinking that's the likely diagnosis [*knock on wood*!] so I should just get that out of my head! This Dr. is usually right when it comes to weird random diseases. She is a fantastic vet and she's so nice.) If his platelets are still good tomorrow, he can come home, which would be awesome. Then, he would have a round of pred for a few months (and the platelet count would zigzag for a while; this disease is a bumpy ride,) and then if all goes well, within a few months it is totally managed and he is back to normal. ITP treatment has an 80% success rate in hearty dogs. Sometimes they relapse, but sometimes they are fine the rest of their lives. Which, obviously, is my hope! Sano is an ox. I have to have faith in him. :)

I just don't want to be in denial the way I was with Trisky and even to a point with my Grandma, no matter how obvious it was.

When I'm stressed out I have a tendency to bury myself into a video game, a book, a series, and suchlike. But tonight Green Cloud is open again after the holiday and it will be great to get back into it. Yesterday I said to myself, "All this stress is making me fat."

Incidentally, I've been bitching about how much weight I've put on since school, with those goddamn awesome oven-hot chocolate chip cookies that they keep force-feeding me there. Last year I was 135 and pretty happy with it and this year I've been bemoaning what I thought was this ten extra pounds I'd put on. Well, I borrowed the medical scale at the emergency vet's yesterday and today, and I'm 138, so really all this bitching and moaning was for a lousy three pounds. I think I can handle that.

Also, in Eastern Nutrition each week we have "homework" of cutting out this or that bad health habit: microwaved food, soda, diet products etc. and I was feeling very smug because I don't use any of those products. Well yesterday our homework was, to my surprise and chagrin, SOY products. Especially milk! I mean, I have soy milk just about every day! But apparently it is really bad for you, often genetically modified and a byproduct of other soy products. I was all OH NOEZ. I've practically lived on that stuff for years. The professor suggested a switch to rice milk or almond milk. Almond milk sounded yummy so I bought some today and tried it. It's like drinking nuts. But in a good way; I mean it's fairly tasty after all. However, it made my lips itch. Is that normal? O_O

Speaking of school, so those two douches, right? Even more stuff went on with the both of them after I made that post. (It's a five hour class. That's a lot of time for them to act up. Okay, so I need to think of different names for them because D-1 and D-2 is just too confusing. The original douche--the one who sits across from me--will be Atomic Douchebomb or AD for short. The other one will be the guido midget, the guy who goes about a hundred miles out of his way to sound like Joe Pesci.

So, AD. After I posted yesterday we all did a review for next week's quiz. The professor makes it as fun as possible (we do Jeopardy!) and we go around the room taking turns, so there is a specific order and the questions are random. Well, AD, when it comes to his turn, is almost always wrong. He got a multiple choice the first time, and he honest to god picked all three wrong answers before deciding that the fourth one was correct, and then he was all "Yeah, whatever" about getting it right, as if he had meant to guess wrong the first three times. But the easy ones, those he knows. And when the easy ones come up and it's not his turn to answer, well that doesn't matter to The Atomic Douchebomb. He over-shouts whoever has their turn. Then the professor has to go, "Well, umm, yes but, okay, I guess we'll just pick a different question." (I think this professor is way to polite.) So anyway, it gets to be my turn and I got a fairly easy question and gave the right answer. AD scoffs at me and goes, "No!" But, well, I was in fact correct. I just glared and him and he went, "Tch!" and then angrily wrote down the right answer in his unintelligable scrawl.

The reason he got it wrong is that he was asleep during that part of the lecture. He actually got up in the middle of class, pulled a chair over from the other table, propped his feet up on it, crossed his arms and took a nap during the class. When he's not texting, sleeping, bitching to the professor or otherwise being a pain in the ass, he takes out this calendar and writes in it, constantly, because you see his schedule is just so full that he has to make the actual schedule during class.

Oh, and when he falls asleep, he snores with his mouth open. I told this to my folks when I was home from school and went to get Haku (LOL, I still tell my Mom and Dad "what happened at school today" stories) and my Mom suggested that the next time he sleeps with his mouth open, I should bring a mealworm to school and shove it down his throat. That's a pretty funny idea, but honestly I'd rather shove my fist down his throat.

Unbearable.

Now onto the guido midget. He says to this girl (who for some unfathombale reason is his friend,) "You know, your feet are really small." (Pause) "I mean in relation to the rest of your body, which is really huge." She says, "God, you're such a jerk" and he goes, "WUT? WUT? WUT'S DA PROBLEM? JEEZ! I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE DAT!"

Then there is this other guy in the class who is relatively inoffensive but like a few others is a total caricature of a classic surfer dude (for some reason this class is full of stereotypes) whatwith the long blond hair and laid back "I can take any wave" attitude which, as I said, is inoffensive and can even be charming when sincere. Anyway, he was talking to this girl about catching waves in Spain where he has some extended family and telling stories about "this time I wiped out and that other time I hit the jetty and this one other time when I rescued a swimmer" etc. and he tells this story of someone he knew who lost his testicle while out surfing. Wow, talk about a freak accident! And the guy had to walk to the local doctor holding the testicle so he could have it reattached.

Enter the guido midget. "OH GAWD, DON'T TALK ABOUT CAJONES LIKE THAT, OH GAWD, I CAN'T TAKE IT, OH MY NUTS, DEY HURT JUST TINKIN ABOUT IT, I'D RADDER GIVE UP MY RIGHT AWM, ANYTING BUT DA NUTS, GAWD I CAN'T EVEN TINK ABOUT ... NUTS.... GAWD... CAJONES....MY NUTS...." ad nauseum. This tirade went on for a good twenty minutes during the break, on how no one should ever discuss anything involving testicles, because it made him think awful things about his testicles and this was totally unacceptable. This is a guy who was most likely upset about 9/11 BECAUSE IT HAPPENED IN DA SAME STATE HIS NUTS WERE IN, GAWD.

OMFG. Die choking on a wad of human hair.

Look for "the two douchebags" updates on weekdays after class! LOL! Because they just keep bringing it.

Ah well, so anyway, back to the non-douche world, yeah I am back to Kung Fu tonight, have two classes tomorrow (tech and myo,) and with lots of luck can possibly take Sano home tomorrow on my way home from school.

You know, I'm just so neurotic. What if it wasn't ITP? I have to consider that at all times. What if?

Well, then I would just have to deal with that. But, instead let's just hope for the best! ^_^

Oh, and I'm playing Twilight Princess again, so yay to that. :)

Updates, Sano, and even more douchery!

I went to visit Sano today and was very heartened to see him still being Sano-esque and with less petechia. Yet he felt a little bony to me, around by his shoulders and I hate that feeling because Trisky (and other dogs) felt the same way before they are diagnosed with cancer, and that is something that's still on my mind and probably always will be. Still no results on the RMSF. But GOOD NEWS. His vet from the emergency place just called and his platelets are on a pretty good rise in response to pred. (Pred can also mask / ease cancer symptoms, but the Dr. is still not thinking that's the likely diagnosis [*knock on wood*!] so I should just get that out of my head! This Dr. is usually right when it comes to weird random diseases. She is a fantastic vet and she's so nice.) If his platelets are still good tomorrow, he can come home, which would be awesome. Then, he would have a round of pred for a few months (and the platelet count would zigzag for a while; this disease is a bumpy ride,) and then if all goes well, within a few months it is totally managed and he is back to normal. ITP treatment has an 80% success rate in hearty dogs. Sometimes they relapse, but sometimes they are fine the rest of their lives. Which, obviously, is my hope! Sano is an ox. I have to have faith in him. :)

I just don't want to be in denial the way I was with Trisky and even to a point with my Grandma, no matter how obvious it was.

When I'm stressed out I have a tendency to bury myself into a video game, a book, a series, and suchlike. But tonight Green Cloud is open again after the holiday and it will be great to get back into it. Yesterday I said to myself, "All this stress is making me fat."

Incidentally, I've been bitching about how much weight I've put on since school, with those goddamn awesome oven-hot chocolate chip cookies that they keep force-feeding me there. Last year I was 135 and pretty happy with it and this year I've been bemoaning what I thought was this ten extra pounds I'd put on. Well, I borrowed the medical scale at the emergency vet's yesterday and today, and I'm 138, so really all this bitching and moaning was for a lousy three pounds. I think I can handle that.

Also, in Eastern Nutrition each week we have "homework" of cutting out this or that bad health habit: microwaved food, soda, diet products etc. and I was feeling very smug because I don't use any of those products. Well yesterday our homework was, to my surprise and chagrin, SOY products. Especially milk! I mean, I have soy milk just about every day! But apparently it is really bad for you, often genetically modified and a byproduct of other soy products. I was all OH NOEZ. I've practically lived on that stuff for years. The professor suggested a switch to rice milk or almond milk. Almond milk sounded yummy so I bought some today and tried it. It's like drinking nuts. But in a good way; I mean it's fairly tasty after all. However, it made my lips itch. Is that normal? O_O

Speaking of school, so those two douches, right? Even more stuff went on with the both of them after I made that post. (It's a five hour class. That's a lot of time for them to act up. Okay, so I need to think of different names for them because D-1 and D-2 is just too confusing. The original douche--the one who sits across from me--will be Atomic Douchebomb or AD for short. The other one will be the guido midget, the guy who goes about a hundred miles out of his way to sound like Joe Pesci.

So, AD. After I posted yesterday we all did a review for next week's quiz. The professor makes it as fun as possible (we do Jeopardy!) and we go around the room taking turns, so there is a specific order and the questions are random. Well, AD, when it comes to his turn, is almost always wrong. He got a multiple choice the first time, and he honest to god picked all three wrong answers before deciding that the fourth one was correct, and then he was all "Yeah, whatever" about getting it right, as if he had meant to guess wrong the first three times. But the easy ones, those he knows. And when the easy ones come up and it's not his turn to answer, well that doesn't matter to The Atomic Douchebomb. He over-shouts whoever has their turn. Then the professor has to go, "Well, umm, yes but, okay, I guess we'll just pick a different question." (I think this professor is way to polite.) So anyway, it gets to be my turn and I got a fairly easy question and gave the right answer. AD scoffs at me and goes, "No!" But, well, I was in fact correct. I just glared and him and he went, "Tch!" and then angrily wrote down the right answer in his unintelligable scrawl.

The reason he got it wrong is that he was asleep during that part of the lecture. He actually got up in the middle of class, pulled a chair over from the other table, propped his feet up on it, crossed his arms and took a nap during the class. When he's not texting, sleeping, bitching to the professor or otherwise being a pain in the ass, he takes out this calendar and writes in it, constantly, because you see his schedule is just so full that he has to make the actual schedule during class.

Oh, and when he falls asleep, he snores with his mouth open. I told this to my folks when I was home from school and went to get Haku (LOL, I still tell my Mom and Dad "what happened at school today" stories) and my Mom suggested that the next time he sleeps with his mouth open, I should bring a mealworm to school and shove it down his throat. That's a pretty funny idea, but honestly I'd rather shove my fist down his throat.

Unbearable.

Now onto the guido midget. He says to this girl (who for some unfathombale reason is his friend,) "You know, your feet are really small." (Pause) "I mean in relation to the rest of your body, which is really huge." She says, "God, you're such a jerk" and he goes, "WUT? WUT? WUT'S DA PROBLEM? JEEZ! I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE DAT!"

Then there is this other guy in the class who is relatively inoffensive but like a few others is a total caricature of a classic surfer dude (for some reason this class is full of stereotypes) whatwith the long blond hair and laid back "I can take any wave" attitude which, as I said, is inoffensive and can even be charming when sincere. Anyway, he was talking to this girl about catching waves in Spain where he has some extended family and telling stories about "this time I wiped out and that other time I hit the jetty and this one other time when I rescued a swimmer" etc. and he tells this story of someone he knew who lost his testicle while out surfing. Wow, talk about a freak accident! And the guy had to walk to the local doctor holding the testicle so he could have it reattached.

Enter the guido midget. "OH GAWD, DON'T TALK ABOUT CAJONES LIKE THAT, OH GAWD, I CAN'T TAKE IT, OH MY NUTS, DEY HURT JUST TINKIN ABOUT IT, I'D RADDER GIVE UP MY RIGHT AWM, ANYTING BUT DA NUTS, GAWD I CAN'T EVEN TINK ABOUT ... NUTS.... GAWD... CAJONES....MY NUTS...." ad nauseum. This tirade went on for a good twenty minutes during the break, on how no one should ever discuss anything involving testicles, because it made him think awful things about his testicles and this was totally unacceptable. This is a guy who was most likely upset about 9/11 BECAUSE IT HAPPENED IN DA SAME STATE HIS NUTS WERE IN, GAWD.

OMFG. Die choking on a wad of human hair.

Look for "the two douchebags" updates on weekdays after class! LOL! Because they just keep bringing it.

Ah well, so anyway, back to the non-douche world, yeah I am back to Kung Fu tonight, have two classes tomorrow (tech and myo,) and with lots of luck can possibly take Sano home tomorrow on my way home from school.

You know, I'm just so neurotic. What if it wasn't ITP? I have to consider that at all times. What if?

Well, then I would just have to deal with that. But, instead let's just hope for the best! ^_^

Oh, and I'm playing Twilight Princess again, so yay to that. :)