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The bad stuff

June 30, 2008


Originally uploaded by Dani H.

OK, hurrying now so Dave can have the computer …

Here’s where we get to the bad stuff. On Thursday, May 22 Rusty started throwing up and didn’t stop. Then all that was coming out of him — from both ends — was water.

So, we took him to the vet’s office that Friday morning. Then Rusty had EMERGENCY SURGERY Friday afternoon. Turns out there was no blockage, but his intestines were bunched up like an accordion for no apparent reason.

We were able to pick him up around 11 p.m. Friday, and had to take him back up to the vet’s Saturday morning for some more fluids. He had the IV thingy in his leg when we brought him home Friday, and if you go look at my photos there are a couple showing that.

He didn’t eat until that Sunday night, and then ate all the special food Dr. Jones gave us. When we ran out of that, he went on a hunger strike but finally gave in and started eating again.

Rusty got so much better in just a couple days, but then when the meds ran out, he seemed to have a relapse. I panicked and called Dr. Jones (this was Thursday May 29 in the evening) because Rusty was kind of pukey again. Dr. Jones told me to give Rusty a Pepto tablet, so I ran out and bought some, and it seemed to work.

So … Rusty is fine now, and we still don’t know what caused all this crap.

And yes, I have yet more to tell you, but I’ve got to go exercise.


Jackassery magnet

February 6, 2008

Getting ready to play
Originally uploaded by Dani H.

That would be me.

I got an e-mail from this person last week. Fifteen and a half months later. She’s sorry she hurt me, but in all the rambling never said that she doesn’t really think I’m a whore. Nice.

Also, two little hippie hooligans apparently don’t like the fact that I feed Rusty Beneful. Funny how they posted at the same time, eh?

One of them says, “Can’t you see he is suffering!!”

Suffering my ass. Does this look like a suffering dog to you? Uh, no. He is spoiled rotten, thankyouverymuch.

Update: Oh, hey, I deleted their comments because I was tired of dealing with them, but feel free to go look at Rusty anyway. 🙂

Update 2.0: I finally remembered where I got the word “jackassery.” From author Jen Lancaster. She’s my hero.

And so it begins

November 11, 2007

I know it’s winter, despite what the calendar says. I know because my hair stands on end when I pull my hood down, I shock the dog if we’re standing on carpet, I’ve switched from my Bath & Body body wash to my super-dry-skin Oil of Olay wash, and I have to put lotion on my hands to keep the skin from splitting.

I’m going to have to clear things away from the vents in my sewing room asap so I can turn the heat on back there. That room & my bathroom aren’t on the heating/cooling system with the rest of the house. The sewing room has its own system, and the bathroom has a heat fan in the ceiling.

Not only do I have projects to finish, but the animals’ food and water, and the cats’ litter box, are in that room, and they like to just hang out back there. I don’t want to sew in a freezing room, but more importantly, I don’t want them to have to hang out in a freezing room. Yes, yes, I know they have fur, but what’s wrong with wanting them to be warm?

On a completely unrelated topic, on Nov. 15 a bunch of people, including myself, will be posting about being “Invisible and Childfree.” There will be links to these posts at Purple Women & Friends. If you would like to participate, just e-mail Teri at Purple Women with the link to your post, so she can include you in the list.


October 28, 2007

Fall aftermath
Originally uploaded by Dani H.

That’s how I described my Sunday two weeks ago to my sister.

Our house is very asscentric. Mojo likes to show off his, Rusty gets his spanked when he’s bad, Rusty is obsessed with Mojo’s, I am currently obsessed with making normal poop come out of Neville’s (he’s got a diarrhea problem at the moment), Sugar is always looking to kick some, and I asked two friends at work to keep an eye on mine for a few days.


I had a little mishap a couple weeks ago. I was sitting on a stepstool scooping Mojo & Sugar’s litter box, trying to pry a large clump free (what happened is karma for my not having scooped in a few days). I managed to topple myself backwards off the stool, landing on Rusty’s ceramic food dish, which already had a piece broken out of it.

I broke another piece off when I landed on it, which not only hurt but made me mad (imagine that). Obscenities were yelled, and I went back to scooping.

Dave came out to see what happened, so I told him what an idiot I was. He walked around behind me and said, “Uh, you’re bleeding!” I felt the spot, and sure enough, blood — and two little holes in my shorts — were found.

Scooping forgotten I went into the bathroom to check my wound and discovered that it looked like a vampire had latched onto my inner left ass cheek. Nice. (Side note: Do you know how hard it is to check something like that in a mirror? I can tell you: very.)

So I washed my wound (also not easy) and tried to stop the bleeding. Tried being the operative word. I didn’t think it would ever stop! At one point I thought it had stopped, so I rinsed out the washcloth really good, checked the injury, and found blood running down my leg. Also nice.

I started to get worried, and declared that “No way in hell am I getting stitches in my ass today.” Dave came in after the bleeding had slowed down and said it didn’t look like it needed stitches anyway.

I eventually finished the scooping (very carefully) and then it was time to shower for work. Hot water on cuts: Ouch. Body wash on cuts: Ouch. Shampoo on cuts: Ouch.

So, that’s why I had two friends watching my ass. I just wanted a little heads up if the bleeding started again.

The new addition

August 30, 2007

Closeup lap cat
Originally uploaded by Dani H.

Last Friday that cute little kitten there was hanging around outside work. He was all scrawny and wet, and I said if he was still around when I went home he was going to have to go with me. Well, my friend Jason went looking for the kitten, and after sitting back behind the bushes found the kitten and brought him inside.

So now the kitten is living in our bathroom. He’s got some infections, ear mites and worms, but as soon as he’s all better he’ll be allowed out with everyone else.

It was Dave’s turn to name the pet, and out of all the suggestions, including several storm-related ones, he chose Neville (from Harry Potter).

Neville is just the sweetest little thing! He is constantly purring, and loves to sit or lay in your lap and get his belly scratched. He also likes to snuggle up under your chin or sit on your shoulder. He’s like a little rag doll — pick him up, move him around on your lap, put him over your shoulder, hold him like a baby, he doesn’t care.

He hates getting his medicine though, but he never tries to get away, and when it’s all over with he just curls back up in my lap and starts purring again.

The “fun” really begins, though, when the other animals meet him …

Heavy breathing

April 21, 2007

More duffel cat
Originally uploaded by
Dani H..

Do you see the sweet little Baby Cat to the right? That little brat gave us a scare earlier tonight, as she’s been known to do.

While Dave & I were eating dinner, there was a ruckus in the office (Cause: Fat Mojo attack). We went in and broke it up, shooed everyone out.

So later, I’m in the office surfing the Net, and I hear something scratching at the window, akin to nails on a chalkboard. I’m thinking the possum is back and wants in. I pull the curtain aside just as Sugar Puddin’ leaps against the window again FROM THE OUTSIDE. As in trying to GET BACK INSIDE.

I calmly went to the living room and told Dave that she was out there – how the fuck did she get out there? – but not to come out with me while I tried to get her because she’d really freak out if we both were trying to get her.

Well, I saw her at the end of the house and she mewed at me, but would not come to me. I tried to find her, but it was way too dark, so I had Dave get me a flashlight. That’s when he told me that the cats had knocked the screen out of the window – ah, that’s how.

Well, I found her huddled by the backyard fence, and she yowled at me, but I knew she wouldn’t come to me, so I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. Then I saw Dave in the office window, which he opened. I told him to stand back ’cause she’d be flying in any second, and sure enough she did.

I don’t know if she fell out, or just thought she’d go on a little adventure, and I guess it doesn’t really matter but DAMN.

Some of her other panic-inducing moments include her getting away when I tried to take her outside on a leash when I lived on MAIN STREET in Bowling Green because I am stupid, her dashing outside to chase a cat when I tried to throw water on it, and her hiding in a suitcase on moving day making us think she’d gotten out while our mattress was being taken to the van. I knew from the first two incidents that no way would I get close to her tonight since I almost had to tackle her those times to get hold of her.

But, everyone is safe and sound, and all screenless windows are closed for the night.

Something to sneeze at

October 7, 2006

I told MB I’d tell Vegas stories, didn’t I? That’s funny, because I don’t have any wild or crazy ones, or even ones people might find interesting. Oh well, you can skip them if you want.

We stayed at the Imperial Palace, and you know what? They really give you the feeling that they just don’t give a damn since the place is being torn down in a year or whatever. If you’re going to Vegas before the Palace is torn down, I would recommend that you do not stay there. I can’t even give an example of the lack of caring, it was just the whole experience.

The monorail, which wasn’t built yet the last time we were out, is great! $15 for a 24-hour pass, it goes up and down the strip, it’s air conditioned, you don’t have to fight strip traffic or pay an arm and a leg for a taxi … like I said, it’s great!

The wedding went off without a hitch, the bride and groom looked beautiful, the chapel was nice, the minister was jolly, the photographer was kind of wacky, and I got to show my boobs to Las Vegas. I think the word Joy used to describe the bridesmaids’ dresses was “boobilicious,” and they sure were! But that’s OK, it was Vegas!

Dave and I ate dinner at Toby Keith’s I Love This Bar & Grill at Harrah’s, and I was in heaven. Toby Keith = awesome, and his music was everywhere, and there was a gift shop, and the food was good, so we’ll definitely be going there the next time we’re in LV.

We also went to the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton, and that was pretty neat. It’s kind of expensive, but there’s lots of memorabilia to look at and there are two short show kind of things to do. And, of course, a gift shop. Even if you’re not a hard-core Trekkie but like the shows, I think it’s worth doing.

The last time we were in LV I got a (fake diamond) ring at the Scarab Shop in the Luxor, and I got one this past time, too. I’ve decided that that’s going to be my LV “thing,” getting a ring at that shop whenever we’re there. How girly!

OK, that was August … last month Kim, Mom and I went to the Yankee Peddler festival thingy, and that was pretty fun. So many cool crafty things! Pottery, jewelry, metalworks, herbs, candles … I spent a good chunk of change, but I did actually restrain myself. We’ve decided to make it an annual outing, but if the bagpiper stalks us again next fall, I’m going to have to take him out.

Also last month Dave finally went to an allergist, which is where the title of this post comes in. He woke up unable to breathe several weeks ago, and thought maybe he should see somebody. (I won’t point out that when he got his FULL health coverage a couple years ago I suggested visiting an allergist.) As it turns out, Dave’s not just allergic to grass or some plants; he maybe should be living in a bubble. The list is: trees – elm, ash, walnut, pines and cotwood (cottonwood?); weeds – cockelbur, ragweed, pig weed, mugwort, English plantain, marsh elder, Russian thistle, and a couple abbreviated things that I can’t figure out; dust mites; and, are you ready for this? Dogs (a little) and cats (a lot)!

How fun is that? (not very) I’m trying to do better at cleaning the house, but it’s not working all that well. The animals are no longer allowed in our bedroom, and the cats are PISSED OFF about that one, let me tell you. And Dave now has to take medicine and has to get shots for the next five years. He has to get one in each arm once a week, but I guess the frequency will lessen over time. But then, when it’s all done, hopefully he’ll be immune to the allergens.

In less interesting news, I won a gourd-decorating contest at work. I may get around to taking a picture of it sometime, and if I do, I’ll post it so you can marvel at the pathetic-ness that is my artistic ability.

The new Dani, now cast-free!

October 25, 2005

Yes, I’ve been cast-free for just over a week now, and it’s so wonderful! I’ve never looked forward to washing my face and hair as much as I did the day after it came off. And no, the arm wasn’t stinky, but there sure was a lot of nasty, flaky dry skin in there. But I got to wash the arm and hand there in the room right after the cast came off, which was very nice.

I don’t have full range of motion, and it hurts if the wrist gets forced too far back, forward, or to the side, but it’s getting better.

So, here’s how it happened: My parents had been up that day and we all went to the county fair and had a lovely time. When they left, I took Rusty out since he’d been cooped up all day. It was about 8 p.m. and the ‘rents hadn’t even been gone 10 minutes.

Rusty was all crazed because my parents had been here, so he was running around like a lunatic. I was standing at the end of the sidewalk, and I was going to hop over his chain as he ran past so it wouldn’t burn my ankles for the second time that day.

I didn’t time it right.

The chain yanked my feet out from under me, and the next thing I knew I was sprawled face-down in the yard with a very painful nose and left wrist.

And of course, since I was laying on the ground, I wanted to play with Rusty, who was all over me. Obscene things were shouted, Dave came running over from the garage, and then my nose started bleeding so we went inside.

The great debate over going to the hospital began after the bleeding stopped, and I REALLY didn’t want to go, so we decided to ice it and see what happened. (I was hoping for just a sprain)

Well, around midnight I decided maybe we should take a trip to the ER. I got to tell the story of the evil beast many, many times, got x-rays taken, found out it was fractured, got a splint and some percoset, and went home very unhappy. I took the percoset, it made me nauseous and didn’t help the pain, so I went to bed even more unhappy.

Of course it was a holiday weekend, so I couldn’t go see the orthopedist until Tuesday, but I eventually got the lovely cast, and the next six weeks pretty much sucked ass. Now I have to go to physical therapy (but probably not for very long) and do “exercises” at home, which includes playing with a big wad of neon red silly putty-type stuff. And I have a little brace to wear in case I decide to do any lifting, which I can assure you will not happen. I wear it to bed though, because I’m paranoid I’ll do something bad to it in my sleep.

The end.

Not really worth the wait, was it?

No time for love, Dr. Jones

August 25, 2005

As usual, the promises to myself to be better about posting have not worked, but you know what, I just don’t care … so there! But MB told me to make with the blog, and I happened to have e-mailed a post to myself from work Tuesday night, so I’ll stop being lazy and post it.

I promised the story of Rusty’s last trip to the vet almost a month ago, and here it is.

Rusty had puked every day for almost a week, and he was doing this weird fake leg-lifting on the tree but not peeing thing (he wasn’t not peeing all the time so I didn’t know what to make of it), and he needed a new kennel cough vaccination, so we drove up to BG for a visit with Dr. Jones.

Well, eventually we went back to the examining room (there’s always a bit of a wait), and Dr. Jones asked me what exactly was going on, and I told him the “symptoms” and also that Dave was out of town and that Rusty hadn’t been eating as much as usual. Blah blah blah. Next thing I know, Dr. Jones has a rubber glove on and is getting out some gel and then, AND THEN, he stuck his finger up my dog’s ass!

Rusty did not take too kindly to this, and it took two assistants to hold him while Dr. Jones finished checking him out. And then, AND THEN, Rusty squatted and took a shit right there in the examining room. I was mortified! I said, “Oh Rusty” in an embarrassed voice, and Dr. Jones said, “Oh, that’s to be expected. I stimulated him.”

Well, if you’re OK with it, I guess I am too. But please don’t ever talk about stimulating my dog again, OK?

So, he says Rusty’s prostate is slightly enlarged, which is odd since he’s not even 2 years old, and that I should keep an eye on him, see if he gets better after Dave gets back, and go from there. Then it’s time for the vaccination, which gets sprayed up the nose. Dr. Jones starts heading for Rusty, who is leaning against my leg. As Dr. Jones gets closer, Rusty starts scooting his butt around behind me so Dr. Jones can’t get at it again. If I hadn’t felt so bad for him, I would have laughed my fool head off. But I laughed and laughed later, so don’t think I’m all nice and shit!

So he got his vaccine, we got some anti-nausea pills for him, paid and headed home. It was a very long day for both of us.

Next time: The 10-Year High School Reunion.

This is why I didn’t promise

July 28, 2005

Because all week I’ve had the computer to myself and this is only my second entry. You know why? ‘Cause I’m freakin’ tired, that’s why! Oh, and lazy.

The new editor started on Monday, and she’s very nice, and she likes country music, so I think we should keep her. Plus she’s somewhat familiar with our system, so that should be good too.

I got up early to take Rusty to the vet today, so I’m extra tired so I’m going to cut this very short. I’ll tell the vet story next time, and I would bet Rusty’s cookies that you’ll laugh.