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quidditchgrrlFirst off, THANK YOU for all of your positive energy, thoughts and prayers for my big-three issues from earlier this week.
SECOND - I am fine. Yes, really. I'm functioning (albeit VERY ready to go back to work on...Tuesday D: I may be stuck to the ceiling by then) and getting things done in their courses.
Funeral stuff went as well as can be expected, and the cousins have decided to get a family reunion together in the next year or so.
There was a slide show of my Granny's pictures, old and new. Nearly passed out over a couple that were taken with my mom about a month before she died. Horrific.
My sister and I have decided on Percoset smoothies once the time comes. No way in HALE am I going to be a) in chronic pain, b) unable to care for my own basic needs and c) such a burden on my family. (YES, I know that the family would never say "burden" but goddamn it, no way no way no way.)
Since I already know how I'm going to die (go blind, kidneys fail), I've had plenty of time to plan this out, get the family used to it, and plan for things like disability insurance and not taking pain meds so the smoothie will do its job well.
Sorry, creepy, I know.
OH, but the Universe is not finished with me, not by a long shot!
My goggie, Bernie, has had what we thought was a doggie cold, kind of making sloughing noises when he breathes, bad breath, etc. It would sound better, then not so good. I planned to call the vet this morning to schedule an appointment to get some doggie medicine.
We'd swiped his throat a few times (thinking maybe he'd gotten a piece of rawhide stuck on the back of his tongue), but I decided to give it a look last night. OMG! There was a Sucrets lozenge-sized, hard bump on the back of his tongue, cherry-red.
Got him to the vet at 8am this morning (basically demanding to get worked into the rotation) and he is scheduled for surgery to remove the lump on Wednesday morning. The vet did mention the C word, but they need to laser this thing and biopsy before they'll know for sure.
*shakes fist at Universe* Don't. you. dare.
So we're having lots of goggie time now, and re-situating the finances to cover the procedure (not as bad as it could be, but still ouchy).
In slightly more normal life news, we went to see "Taken" today. It was decent, but I was definitely wondering at using a 26-year-old actress to play a 17-year-old girl. Liam Neeson FTW.
And thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ishie, I am re-reading It Hardly Signifies when I should be texting friends and hitting the town. I am laaaaame. But also addicted to Jane Austen fanfiction, so there you go.
SECOND - I am fine. Yes, really. I'm functioning (albeit VERY ready to go back to work on...Tuesday D: I may be stuck to the ceiling by then) and getting things done in their courses.
Funeral stuff went as well as can be expected, and the cousins have decided to get a family reunion together in the next year or so.
There was a slide show of my Granny's pictures, old and new. Nearly passed out over a couple that were taken with my mom about a month before she died. Horrific.
My sister and I have decided on Percoset smoothies once the time comes. No way in HALE am I going to be a) in chronic pain, b) unable to care for my own basic needs and c) such a burden on my family. (YES, I know that the family would never say "burden" but goddamn it, no way no way no way.)
Since I already know how I'm going to die (go blind, kidneys fail), I've had plenty of time to plan this out, get the family used to it, and plan for things like disability insurance and not taking pain meds so the smoothie will do its job well.
Sorry, creepy, I know.
OH, but the Universe is not finished with me, not by a long shot!
My goggie, Bernie, has had what we thought was a doggie cold, kind of making sloughing noises when he breathes, bad breath, etc. It would sound better, then not so good. I planned to call the vet this morning to schedule an appointment to get some doggie medicine.
We'd swiped his throat a few times (thinking maybe he'd gotten a piece of rawhide stuck on the back of his tongue), but I decided to give it a look last night. OMG! There was a Sucrets lozenge-sized, hard bump on the back of his tongue, cherry-red.
Got him to the vet at 8am this morning (basically demanding to get worked into the rotation) and he is scheduled for surgery to remove the lump on Wednesday morning. The vet did mention the C word, but they need to laser this thing and biopsy before they'll know for sure.
*shakes fist at Universe* Don't. you. dare.
So we're having lots of goggie time now, and re-situating the finances to cover the procedure (not as bad as it could be, but still ouchy).
In slightly more normal life news, we went to see "Taken" today. It was decent, but I was definitely wondering at using a 26-year-old actress to play a 17-year-old girl. Liam Neeson FTW.
And thanks to
ishie, I am re-reading It Hardly Signifies when I should be texting friends and hitting the town. I am laaaaame. But also addicted to Jane Austen fanfiction, so there you go.