February 1, 2022

This poor guy had trouble keeping one of his eyes open this morning. It was watering and obviously bothering him, so I called the vet as soon as they opened and got him an appointment.

Getting him to the vet is always an ordeal. When he was puppy, a veterinarian broke a swab off in his ear when he had an ear infection. It scared him and he didn’t want to let her continue the exam. So she took him to their back room where someone could help her. Apparently they muzzled him. I wasn’t in the room at the time, and when she brought him back, she proceeded to tell me he was a dangerous dog. He was only 8 months old. And she had just manhandled him. I never took him back there, but he’s been terrified of vet clinics ever since.

Thankfully, we found Dr. Katie, who is excellent with him. When I explained his fear, she had me bring him by just for pets and treats. It took a long time and he needs to be medicated (doggy Xanax!) before visits, but he lets Dr. Katie examine him. Today she said his eye has been scratched. We need to put in an ointment several times a day for a while, and hopefully it will heal. I feel so bad for him, but I’m thankful it’s not anything worse.

January 30, 2022

The Sunday night blues hit around dinner time today. I think it’s a universal feeling for everyone who doesn’t have one of those “do what you love and it’s not work” jobs. Oh, to be so lucky.

But at least I got some things done today—cleaning, of course, but also I sewed a bit. We have towels that were coming unraveled, and I finally got them fixed. I also worked on the furniture I’m redoing for my sister. My hands hurt from pulling out staples. My back hurts from hunching over and sitting on the floor. My chest is aching again. I’m not used to this physical labor! But it feels good in a weird way. I celebrated by making a raspberry galette. Mmmm.

I’m thankful for the weekend, and I’m going to try not to worry about the coming week.

January 28, 2022

Today I’m grateful once again for people who are looking out for me. Those who checked in with me today, who sent me something funny, or gave me encouragement. I’ve have a bit of a rough week/rough month/rough patch lately but I’ll get through it. Having friends and family who care is the best.

January 26, 2022

I finally saw my plastic surgeon again tonight. My appointment was moved twice because he had emergency surgery or a procedure to do. It’s frustrating to keep moving things out further and further, but at this point, I’m really at the mercy of his schedule. And the last time they bumped me, I insisted they put me in the schedule every two weeks preemptively. I figured if he’s getting that busy, I needed to secure the appointments I could up front and hope I don’t keep getting rescheduled.

Tonight we started the overfilling of my small side. Holy buckets of saline. I wasn’t expecting another 2 full syringes full. That side is SO full and big right now. And hard. It’s like a block of wood sitting right on my already tight arm/chest muscles. I told Patrick it gives me a weird sense of claustrophobia. Like when you’re trying to pull one arm out of your coat and it gets stuck sort of behind you and you can’t quite free it. It’s something I can’t move and restricts my muscles. And the plan for my next appointment in two weeks? Add more. Yikes.

But on the upside, it’s another appointment done. I’m thankful for that. And my doctor said my skin is really tolerating the stretching well, which is great considering how badly burned it got from radiation. I’m grateful for that, too.

January 25, 2022

Because Covid cases are still high in our area, almost everyone where I work is still working remotely. However, I went into work today for a meeting, which was really weird. It’s been over a year since I’ve been there longer than an hour.

It was kinda nice to see folks in person whom I haven’t seen in so long. I’m thankful for the slow dip back into in-person work. And for some really thought-provoking conversations.