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Oct. 20th, 2008
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Oct. 20th, 2008 01:23 ami was locking the door and turning out lights... then i heard a meowish sound. a pillar sound and a thump at the door.
i looked out... PILLAR.... holy shit, pillar!!!
she let me hold her and pet her. she let hedral smell her. they didn't fight, he just smelled her a lot. he's still not entirely convinced.
she ate, pretty much a full can of food, which is not like she was.
her rear leg is clearly in pain.
but ER right now doesn't seem necessary. i'll take her tomorrow. (edit: i called them. they agreed.) (i have a feeling i'm missing work tomorrow-- and pillar is utterly worth it!)
vcccccccccccccccccccccccsaaaaaaaaawawdeded says pillar.
Hedral continues to stare at her WIDE eyed!! (like, really, as if he's watching a ghost.)
ian is in france and only hearing this over the internet. i don't think he believes it. i don't believe it and i'm sitting here petting pillar and hedral!
i looked out... PILLAR.... holy shit, pillar!!!
she let me hold her and pet her. she let hedral smell her. they didn't fight, he just smelled her a lot. he's still not entirely convinced.
she ate, pretty much a full can of food, which is not like she was.
her rear leg is clearly in pain.
but ER right now doesn't seem necessary. i'll take her tomorrow. (edit: i called them. they agreed.) (i have a feeling i'm missing work tomorrow-- and pillar is utterly worth it!)
vcccccccccccccccccccccccsaaaaaaaaawawdeded says pillar.
Hedral continues to stare at her WIDE eyed!! (like, really, as if he's watching a ghost.)
ian is in france and only hearing this over the internet. i don't think he believes it. i don't believe it and i'm sitting here petting pillar and hedral!
state of the pillar
Oct. 20th, 2008 10:00 ami brought her to the vet. she has a bad break in her rear left leg (the lower bone, just above the ankle). the parts of the bone have separated and what i thought was just a scab on her leg is actually her bone. the thinner of the two bones was somehow stable enough that it seems to have begun to heal itself in pretty much the correct position. probably how she was finally able to come home. there doesn't seem to be any infection. she's lost some weight (about a pound) and is only a little dehydrated. the vet people said she was amazing because, "she doesn't even seem to notice that her leg is broken." she's purring and cuddly and walking and jumped of the table to walk around the room.
they are doing surgery today to put two (permanent, internal) pins in there. she'll have a cast, but i'll know more later today after surgery and tomorrow when i pick her up.
she slept between my legs like nothing had changed... hedral stared at her a lot last night; he looked confused and unsure of reality.
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when she disappeared i kept imagining the worst. i had visions and scenarios where she was hurt badly and dying and all alone in a bush or something... all alone.
ian had dreams where she came home and all was good.
both scenarios sucked because 1. i don't want to think of her in pain and alone, particularly when there is nothing i can do and 2. she wasn't home and he basically had to re-grieve every morning.
looks like we were both right.
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and true to her princess personality... she did keep herself pretty clean. there is something white and hard in the fur of her paws (paint? cement? don't know...), but considering she has a major leg break and was gone for three weeks, damn! i've known cats that are never this clean...
they are doing surgery today to put two (permanent, internal) pins in there. she'll have a cast, but i'll know more later today after surgery and tomorrow when i pick her up.
she slept between my legs like nothing had changed... hedral stared at her a lot last night; he looked confused and unsure of reality.
---
when she disappeared i kept imagining the worst. i had visions and scenarios where she was hurt badly and dying and all alone in a bush or something... all alone.
ian had dreams where she came home and all was good.
both scenarios sucked because 1. i don't want to think of her in pain and alone, particularly when there is nothing i can do and 2. she wasn't home and he basically had to re-grieve every morning.
looks like we were both right.
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and true to her princess personality... she did keep herself pretty clean. there is something white and hard in the fur of her paws (paint? cement? don't know...), but considering she has a major leg break and was gone for three weeks, damn! i've known cats that are never this clean...
so, i'm taking one grad class this semester, how to teach math k-8. there is this one man in my class who is just an utter ass! he's rude, cocky, doesn't know his math (which would be fine if he didn't get condescending to the professor or anyone who disagrees with him -- even when he is wrong), and just has this turn-off of a presence. he has caused several people to change their seats just to not be anywhere *near* him. there is a constant move of seats away from him. any time he opens his mouth the entire class just goes into mass eyeroll. he's insulting to women constantly referring to the *girls* in his group work sessions without seeming to notice that half of us are older than him... and i call myself a girl, but not in the condescending diminutive tone... our table (mostly special education people, not elementary) totally bonded over the fact that we are **appalled** that this man wants to be, or already is, a teacher! we're sincerely concerned over the educational trauma this man is inflicting.
Anyway...
we were doing an exercise with small cardstock pieces of paper with numbers written on them. we had to rearrange them in one of four ways at our desks. when he said his number THREE of us that had the same number as him immediately gasped (mostly quietly) and rearranged ours in almost panic mode. then we realized that we had all done the same (very rude) thing simultaneously and started laughing for the next 5 minutes. we were red and crying.
and if there's a hell, we're clearly going there, but it was funny!
Anyway...
we were doing an exercise with small cardstock pieces of paper with numbers written on them. we had to rearrange them in one of four ways at our desks. when he said his number THREE of us that had the same number as him immediately gasped (mostly quietly) and rearranged ours in almost panic mode. then we realized that we had all done the same (very rude) thing simultaneously and started laughing for the next 5 minutes. we were red and crying.
and if there's a hell, we're clearly going there, but it was funny!