I am so tired all I want to do is lie down and take a nap. So? Why am I here pounding the keyboard? Restless. Legs. It's a curse. A damned curse, I tell you. It doesn't hurt, but it makes one miserable! Nothing, absolutely nothing to be done about it until the medications start to work. In this case about an hour. I really need to find something that works better that doesn't make me want to throw up. (a few choice cuss words here).
Saw the surgeon today, and he severed our relationship. He will contact my Primary and discuss the further treatment, and make recommendations. He made a point of telling me all the reasons I should not have the colostomy reversed. That does not make me very happy. About the time I get a leak in public place, I'm going to insist on a reversal right the damn NOW!! Dr Owens is a trauma surgeon at the hospital, and as such doesn't have patients outside the hospital. So that's why I'm being handed off to another surgeon.
It was cold here today. By the time I found my car, my noze was froze. Freeze, froze, frozen. Then I had to muscle the walker into the backseat of the car. The heater in my car is very efficient. I had to turn it down after awhile. Something works the way it should.
On the way home I stopped at my favorite Vet's office and made an appointment for Banshee's annual. I'm not telling him about it. He'll find out Monday morning, and that's soon enough. I asked that his nails be clipped too. I try, but he just won't cooperate. Won't even continue sitting on my lap. He's outta here. Missy fights me. Will even bite if I insist on restraining her to clip her nails. Banshee just gets up and hides.
I thought I had something else to talk about, but I can't think what it might have been. If I continue here, it'll just be blathering. So goodnight for now.
Bless
Saw the surgeon today, and he severed our relationship. He will contact my Primary and discuss the further treatment, and make recommendations. He made a point of telling me all the reasons I should not have the colostomy reversed. That does not make me very happy. About the time I get a leak in public place, I'm going to insist on a reversal right the damn NOW!! Dr Owens is a trauma surgeon at the hospital, and as such doesn't have patients outside the hospital. So that's why I'm being handed off to another surgeon.
It was cold here today. By the time I found my car, my noze was froze. Freeze, froze, frozen. Then I had to muscle the walker into the backseat of the car. The heater in my car is very efficient. I had to turn it down after awhile. Something works the way it should.
On the way home I stopped at my favorite Vet's office and made an appointment for Banshee's annual. I'm not telling him about it. He'll find out Monday morning, and that's soon enough. I asked that his nails be clipped too. I try, but he just won't cooperate. Won't even continue sitting on my lap. He's outta here. Missy fights me. Will even bite if I insist on restraining her to clip her nails. Banshee just gets up and hides.
I thought I had something else to talk about, but I can't think what it might have been. If I continue here, it'll just be blathering. So goodnight for now.
Bless