You Can't Imagine These Things
I'm hurting so much at this point it's insane. Tomorrow is my last visit from my PT, Stacy. She told me on the phone today she's really sad that our time is up because of how much she likes me and our times together. Truly a sweetheart. Thursday I'm jammed into an appointment with my new GI, which is good what with the vomit and retching and (WTMI alert) rectal bleeding. My teeth are starting to really hurt. It's probably from the double-whammy of regular brushing topped with the anti-dry mouth prescription brushing I now follow it up with. And migraines. And lower back pain from bending and moving around more than I should.
Just bad. Bad, bad, bad.
Putting on "The Life Of Birds" by David Attenborough to ease my mind. He's so awesome. And of course he works with some of the worlds best cinematographers. So great voice, great visuals, and super close to them because he has been doing this for so very long.
Petal comes over and thinks about sitting on Femme Pois, who has curled up in a cute little ball of Miniature Doxie-ness. She doesn't sit quite on her, but close enough from my angle. Petal actually let Lolita hold her down to groom her! That was a pleasant shock to watch. I think seeing Petal looking rather much larger than Femme Pois makes me smile just when needed. Wow. Coots are seriously rough on their babies. Out of nine babies, they end up starting on the third day to beat their children so that they stop begging for food and thus starve to death, leaving them with a brood of mere two or three. Pelicans do a similar thing! The Chinese were just following nature, right?
I could use a hug right now. I'll have to make do with Femme Pois and Petal as I believe my other two are with James. *Huge Sigh*
