Life with cats, and other things…
Yesterday I met with one of my "Medical Team". I only call them that because there seem to be so many. This one deals with my ears, nose and throat. Nothing very helpful came out of it. Does it ever? The reason my voice is sounding strange is because I have a polyp, most likely … Continue reading Rude awakenings
Yesterday, Grant took me for a drive, in the hope of seeing something that would lift me out of the funk. See Blackie there? I feel like that, only a lot less relaxed. From what I can gather I have PAWS. Well yes, 11 sets of them, but that's not what I mean. Post Acute … Continue reading Don’t do OXY
Out of focus. Note: Extreme boredom warning Normally, a title is the last thing I come up with. Sometimes, I've managed to post a piece without even thinking of one. But everything seems ass backwards at the moment, so why not start with the title? Perhaps it will work better this way. Obviously, that first … Continue reading Out of focus
... "Double bag it. Put it in the trash." So crass. Reminder of the dandelion, Under the West Seattle Bridge. Mud splattered, downtrodden, Ignored,unwanted, invisible. Except to me. ... The contents of the bag? Too sad, and such bad Timing Oxy withdrawal, Negative thoughts. ... How cruel Perverse timing can be. A sad event When … Continue reading Dandelion day
In the event it could be helpful to someone else in a similar situation, let me "share" my experience with weaning off oxycodone so far. I'm not all the way there yet and the home stretch could be the really hard part. It depends, really, how many challenges you undertake at the same time, I … Continue reading Making changes
One of my two "Christmas trees". After due consideration, I arrived at the conclusion that weaning off oxycodone is returning me to my natural state, that being bad-tempered bitch. For reason unknown (I don't want to know), I thought it was "cool" to have a fiery temper when I was young. Perhaps it was a … Continue reading Upside? Down?
Sometimes I ask myself why I live with so many cats. Why do I put myself through all the extra work, and accept the irritation they sometimes cause? Like stepping all over my keyboard! Mostly, I wonder, how many more times can I go through having one of them put to sleep? Colin is dying … Continue reading Small victories
These past few days I feel as if I am knocking my head against a wall. Like everything I do takes me off on a tangent of confusion and frustration. Technology, largely. Anyone who has an on-going prescription for a controlled substance will understand. Apply for renewal two days ahead of time and they look … Continue reading Bashing my head
