For my records
Roxy had two seizures today. John said she had one about 5 this morning, and then again tonight around 10:15. Poor dog. I’ll try to remember to call the vet in the morning.
Roxy had two seizures today. John said she had one about 5 this morning, and then again tonight around 10:15. Poor dog. I’ll try to remember to call the vet in the morning.
I forgot to add this to yesterday’s post (because this is my oh-so-sophisticated method of tracking her seizures). Roxy had a seizure around 3pm Saturday afternoon, and another one around 5:45am Sunday morning. Neither was particularly violent. Just her typical seizures. I’ll call the vet and update her chart today.
So Roxy had another seizure last night, just after midnight. I’m sure she planned it that way so John could enjoy it on his birthday. She’s fine this morning.
Are you ready to make fun of me? Here you go.
I have been reading Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series since sometime in 1991, shortly before the third book came out (I think). I used to reread the entire series whenever a new one came out, but around book 8 or so, I started rereading only the last few. Now that book 12 is coming out (in ONE week), I’m only rereading the most recent book (which I’ve only read twice anyway). Robert Jordan died a couple of years ago, leaving a ton of notes for the last book and some completed sections, and another author I like (Brandon Sanderson) is completing the series. Of course, the last book has turned into the last three books, but there’s a plan to get them out in a reasonable amount of time. I have faith in Sanderson (who is a fan who waited for years in between installments with the rest of us) to stick to his plan.
Anyway, I finished Thornyhold yesterday (liked it very much), but it was really just filler until I permitted myself to reread Knife of Dreams (book 11 of WoT). The new book, The Gathering Storm, comes out next Tuesday, and I’m afraid I’ll just have to find some excuse to visit a bookstore that day before I get home from work… I’m very excited. 🙂
Roxy had another seizure today while we were at work. Oh, and apparently, I’m the meatball fairy. (Check out the latest entry in the Alabama Shiffmans’ blog.)
Busy day, right? Well, it wore me out. I have an early morning tomorrow at work and then a race Saturday morning, so I’m going to try to get a good night’s sleep.
Roxy had a seizure tonight. It’s the first one in more than a month, and I didn’t actually see it, but I’m sure of it. We banished the dogs to the backyard while we ate tonight, and when I went to let them in, she didn’t come. I looked out, and she was standing right at the top of the stairs on the deck, with her head between the bench and the railing. Not stuck, but not moving. Not normal. I got her in the house, and now she’s wandering the first floor in recovery mode. She’s not herself yet.
Today was a good day, mostly. It ended really well at work, and dinner at The Melting Pot with the ladies (also from work) was fun. However, Roxy had a seizure this morning before John left (about 9:15 – he said it was short and she recovered quickly), and then she had another one just before 10pm. Tonight’s might have been two, actually: one regular one and then one small one. She’s recovered and everything, but it’s a little weird that she went so long without having one and then had two in one day. I’ll let the vet know tomorrow.
I think I like them better when we have Monday off (’cause then a three-day weekend is followed by a four-day work week), but this one is just fine with me. We slept in yesterday, went for a run, and then picked Erik up to go have lunch. We have finally been to Ray’s Hellburger, which was totally mobbed, and totally good. I went to the eye doctor after that and found out there’s nothing really wrong with my eye. I had a few eyelashes that were rubbing my cornea, causing a slight abrasion. The eye doctor got rid of them, and since corneas heal quickly (when the source of the problem is gone, anyway), I’m pretty much all better now. I felt a ton better as soon as the eyelashes were gone, and I’ll try putting my contacts in later today.
Roxy had another seizure last night. It was right after we went to bed. Normal length, and this time she actually recovered a little quicker than usual. We headed back to bed maybe 25 minutes later. She’s fine now, but I need to let the vet know there was another one. The last one was about two and half weeks ago.
Okay, time for breakfast. Happy 4th of July!
Three things conspired to keep us from running this morning. It was overkill; any one of the three would have been enough.
Rehearsal went well. I still have some practicing to do, but it’s mostly to figure out fills and stuff. The basic patterns and stopping and starting the songs are mostly okay. And we still have a few weeks.
On top of last night’s…issues, Roxy had a seizure shortly after midnight (maybe three mini-seizures – it’s hard to tell) so we were up until about 1:20. The very late night led to us not running this morning, sleeping in a little too much, and rushing to get to work on time. Today has been a total waste for me, and we still have band rehearsal to look forward to.
On the bright side, I don’t think anyone wants to have another rehearsal this Thursday, so we should be free to hang out with Mom and Dad. Of course, they may just collapse, but being at home with collapsing parents would still be more fun than rehearsal after a long day of work.
I’m not very chipper today, am I?
Mom and Dad drove up yesterday and spent the night with us before flying to France today. Total whirlwind. They got here midafternoon, I came home from work, we hung out until John came home, we went to dinner, we went to bed. We got up, we got ready, and I drove them to the airport and they left. And they met Colin when Will and Christina came over. Maybe 16 hours, total? It was a little crazy. Fun, of course, but I’m tired. 🙂 When they come back, we’ll have three or four days, so maybe we can slow it down a little.
Oh yeah – Roxy had a seizure last night, too. Mom and Dad slept through it, but John and I got up to help her out. We slid a pillow under her head to keep her from cracking any more teeth. Seemed to be effective. She’s okay now. It’s like clockwork – we pick her up from the kennel and she has a seizure within three days. We picked her up Sunday evening, so Tuesday night (late) was right on time. I don’t know if it’s because they mess up the timing of her doses (we know they do that for sure) or if the kennel is just stressful for her, but this happens every time.
One last thing – I haven’t seen a goose near my office since I started carrying the camera to work. I did, however, see the cutest video about a duckling rescue in Washington state. Check it out.
Roxy had 4-5 more seizures last night, just after 10pm. She didn’t fully recover until after 11. She was fine overnight, and she seems fine now, but I’m taking her to the vet this morning and leaving her there for observation today.
I’m not going to work today. Just as we were leaving, Roxy had either four seizures, one on top of the next, or one really long one. I reached for the door to let them in like normal, and I told Riley to leave her alone, ’cause she was just sitting there, kind of dopey, and he looked like he was trying to get her to play with him. I opened the door to pull him away and I noticed that she was have a very mild seizure. Ten seconds later, she shook herself as if everything was okay and then fell to the floor (of the deck) and started convulsing like she meant it. Weird sounds, difficulty breathing – it was one of her more violent seizures. She got up pretty quickly from that and dashed/stumbled off the deck, getting stuck in the railing on the way down the stairs, yelping until she hit the ground. Then she headed for the gate on the garage side, where she fell to the ground again for more convulsions. This is where I can’t tell if she had two or more separate seizures or if it was all part of the same thing. She relaxed for a little bit and then started to convulse again. For the next few minutes (maybe – I’m a bad judge of time on a normal day, and these things seem to last forever), she lay on her side in the dirt with her legs moving like she was running, scrabbling her paws sideways in the mud (and flinging bits of mud on me as I stood there). She kept getting her nose stuck between the slats in the gate, so I’d drag her out of that trap, only to have her shove her nose up against a fence slat so she started having trouble breathing. And through all of this she was convulsing. It was terrible. In the (relative) quiet before the last one started, I told John I wanted to take her to the vet if she convulsed again, so when it began again (or continued – whatever), John put Riley in his crate and spread the blankets over the backseat of the car.
When she stopped this last time, she didn’t try to get up immediately. She just stayed down, on her side, breathing. It started to look like the aftermath of a normal seizure, and we started to calm down. I did, anyway. I think John stayed calmer than me from the start. He kept an eye on her while I got the phone to call the vet. The result of that call is that Roxy shouldn’t be left alone today. Either one of us could stay home and watch her or we could leave her at the vet. Since the vet didn’t need to see her immediately (the seizures stopped and things seemed to be going back to normal), we decided that I would stay home today. I made an appointment to bring her in for an exam and bloodwork tomorrow night after work. Her dosage might need to be tweaked a bit. It’s only been about three weeks since her last seizure.
Anyway, that’s why I’m home today. Roxy is finally back to her normal self (it took her almost an hour to shake this off this morning – usually it’s only 20-30 minutes), although she’s being a little clingy. Poor Riley couldn’t figure out what was going on.
I am NOT happy to be back at work this week, at least partly because I am super tired. And I want to watch the championship game tonight, so I won’t be getting to bed early. And Roxy had a seizure today (I think), which is expected after we kennel her, but it’s still disheartening. Is it the stress of boarding? Do they give her the medicine incorrectly? I don’t know. But anyway, Saturday.
We woke up to perfect weather Saturday morning, and after breakfast (did I mention how fantastic breakfast was every morning? REALLY good!) a bunch of us went for a walk along the valley. Got some good pictures. Then we cleaned up and almost everyone headed to Charlottesville for the day. Not all together, though. Daniel and Meredith went looking for some things they can’t find in Alaska, Jess, Rachel, and I went to run some errands and get pampered, and most of the rest headed downtown for some sightseeing and lunch. When we all got back, it was time to get ready for the wedding. The most important thing we took away from the wedding (besides Meredith’s speedy delivery of the ceremony) was how incredibly gorgeous Jess looked. All brides are beautiful, yada yada yada, but Jess looked fantastic. She had a great dress, fabulous shoes, and perfect hair. And the biggest smile. Chuck looked damn fine in his tux, and Cody and I looked pretty snazzy, too, if I may say so myself.
John took a ton of pictures and will be organizing them and sending them to everyone after his midterm this Wednesday. He may work on it a little tomorrow, but he needs to study. He was planning on studying Saturday morning while we were all in town, but decided to hang out instead, and he tried to study in the car on the way home Sunday afternoon, but he kept falling asleep. He’s even more exhausted than I am. I don’t think he sleeps enough regularly, and we didn’t sleep all that well at the B&B this weekend, AND he has a late class tonight, so he’s kinda out of luck for sleep this week.
Saturday night a bunch of us watched the Carolina-Villanova game, and then Sunday morning we all headed to Monticello. While we were wandering the grounds, I kept getting distracted by all these great places to read! Under a tree on the lawn, or in a chair looking out over the valley…history is all well and good, but the important thing is to find the best place to read and daydream. John and I said our quick goodbyes (too quick, I think. The tour went a little longer than we expected and we had to get back in time to pick up the dogs – it was close.) and hit the road after that.
It’s really not a long drive, but both ways we were looking at a deadline (his conference call on the way down and getting the dogs before the kennel closed on the way back), so it made the miles take longer. At least on Sunday it was sunny and beautiful. I love road trips in nice weather. 🙂
Allow me to wrap up the topic of this past weekend. We had a great time with Jess’s family, all of them. They’re funny, somewhat strange (in a good way, and proud of it!), and totally welcoming. I hope to see them again any time they’re in the area.
Happy Wedding, Jess and Chuck!
John has a quiz due in his Theory of Algorithms class Monday night. He’s felt close to the answer all day today. We’ve been trying to figure out the very last step for the last three-ish hours. My brain hurts from trying to help John. I’m so glad I will never have to take Theory of Algorithms. I don’t want to be a computer programmer!
The rest of the day was spent at brunch with Erik and then at Tysons, buying me a wonderful new laptop bag/tote. It’s red leather, and it’s perfect. 🙂 I love it. (This was part of my birthday present.) Oh, and I’m supposed to mention here that Roxy had a seizure this morning. (It’ll help me track when she has seizures if I tag the blog entry that mentions it.) I think she’s been having them a little more often that once a month, which may mean she needs her medication updated.
I am really tired. I have a lot to do tomorrow, so if John’s quiz allows, I’ll be heading to bed relatively early tonight.
Let’s see how long this post gets. And to make it clear who I’m talking about, I will try to refer to my John has John VIII, his dad as John VII, and his grandfather as John VI.
Christmas Eve
Tom and Tania arrived just around 9pm, right on time. Toni (John VII’s sister) sent lobsters as her Christmas present to John (VII) and Pat. I’ve had lobster before, but I think it was just the tail. And I’ve had lobster meat before, of course. I like lobster. I’m saying all this because I’ve never had someone drop a whole lobster on my plate before. I didn’t think it would be a big deal, though, since I’ve eaten crabs like that and I love crab legs. Wait – I really should have seen this coming. I don’t eat whole crabs anymore because I freaked myself out about it a long time ago. My freshman year in college, on a retreat in Delaware with the Troubadours, we were eating crabs. Someone had shown me how to get into the shell and pointed out what to eat and what not to eat. By my third crab, I realized that I had probably eaten some of what I wasn’t supposed to eat, and I was no longer sure what was safe and what wasn’t. So I got kind of grossed out and decided not to eat whole crabs anymore. Anyway, I figured that since that episode was more than 11 years ago, and since I had plenty of veteran lobster eaters around me, I could handle whole lobsters. I got up close and looked in the box and saw that they were, in fact, still alive, and I watched John (VII) drop them in the pot. And then we watched the pots and heard the lobsters rattling around in there. That was all kind of fascinating, and I’m pretty sure it did not contribute to me wussing out later.
Dinner was served, and all of a sudden my plate had a big lobster on it, looking up at me. I had no problem pulling the claws off and apart (just like crab legs, right?), and I pulled the tail off just fine. But then I looked inside the body of the lobster and I realized I just couldn’t dig around in there and sort out what to eat and what not to eat and not think about what exactly what it was. I started to turn a little green, and Emily and Molly helped me give the body off to someone else. I did finish the tail, but John (my John, wonderful husband that he is) got the meat out for me. I just totally wussed out. As a general rule, I’ve realized that I just can’t eat something that comes out to me whole. My shrimp can’t have heads or legs, my crabs need to be legs or meat only, I know I don’t want my fish to come out whole, and I don’t think I could ever eat one after gutting it. I don’t think that’s weird or too much to ask, so I’m pretty sure I can get through most of my life like this. Without making a big deal of it. I may have some issues in Asian countries (that’s where I developed my rules about shrimp and whole fish), but I’ll deal with them as they come up. 🙂
Christmas Day
Christmas this year lost a lot of its urgency, thanks to Molly being almost 16. 🙂 She wasn’t even the first person up! We all rolled downstairs in our pajamas a little after nine. Everyone got tea, coffee, or hot chocolate, and we opened our stockings around the kitchen table. Among the other little odds and ends that show up in those, John got some tools (midget screwdrivers and stuff), I got a Starbucks gift card (Woo!), and Pat got a new hair dryer. 🙂 Yes, Emily stuck a hair dryer in her mother’s stocking.
We moved into the family room to open presents. Having only spent Christmas with this family, I don’t know how it’s done anywhere else, but here, one present gets opened at a time. There’s no particular order (we don’t go from youngest to oldest or anything like that), but each person opens a present while everyone else watches, and then it’s someone else’s turn. It takes a really long time, but what else are we going to do on Christmas Day? Besides, this way everyone can see what everyone else got, too. I like it. Rose (otherwise known as Grandma) was staying with the family for the week, and every time we handed her a present she’d say, “Oh, is this for me, too? Really, you shouldn’t have.” It was funny, genuine, and very grandmotherly.
Remember how John and I decided we weren’t going to buy anything big for each other? Well, he didn’t listen. In his defense, although he gave the present to me, it’s really for us, so it’s kind of like we bought ourselves a big present. Kind of. 🙂 I forgive him, though, ’cause he bought me a electronic drumset! SO cool. We should have time (and room) to set it up this weekend. I’m so excited! 🙂
We finished opening presents sometime after noon, and we finally had breakfast around 12:30 (I think). I don’t really remember how we spent the rest of that day. I went for a short run around 3pm and we watched Stepbrothers that night, but the rest of the day? Well, there was Christmas dinner, of course, that evening. Pat made roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, and it was delicious, as usual. 🙂
Stepbrothers, however, was not delicious. It’s a Will Ferrell/John C. Reilly movie, so we went into it with certain expectations. I really really really wish that Pat, Rose, and John VII hadn’t seen it. I’m sure they feel the same way. 🙂 There are parts that became even more disturbing because they were watching, too. I laughed a couple of times, but it was mostly stupid without being funny. And I’m not sure we watched it on Christmas Day. Could have been Friday night. We watched Love Actually either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. Not sure which. That, of course, was wonderful.
Friday
On Friday, Toni and Susan (John VII’s sisters) came to visit. They brought John VI (Granddaddy, or as he signed his card to me, “The Old Man B”). We exchanged a few gifts (Susan has been learning how to knit, and she made everyone winter hats! They’re really cute and totally wearable.) and had lunch together. Jim (Toni’s husband) couldn’t come because he had to stay home to take care of the new lab puppy (adorable!). After they left and we all cleaned up, we took the opportunity to get out of the house (and help Pat) and headed to Wegman’s. She needed some things for Saturday’s lunch/dinner with the Baches.
John (VIII), Emily, Molly, and I piled into our car and headed for the store. We found everything on Pat’s list and bought that on her card (Emily had it), but then we decided to buy dinner on us. Pat had been cooking nonstop since before we got there and she still had more to do, so we figured the least we could do is buy dinner for her. Then no one has to cook and the clean-up is easy. So we went to the pizza shop at Wegman’s and ordered three pizzas. Their pizza is really pretty good.
Saturday
On Saturday, Bob and Barbara, Kristin and Tony (her husband), and Holly and Tim (her boyfriend) all came over. More food, more visiting. Holly had everyone in her family decked out in LaCoste gear (she works for the company). Everyone seemed pretty happy and is doing fairly well. I’m supposed to send Barbara the recipe for peppermint bark. They were in the car for a few extra hours on the way home because of fog, and that’s all they had to eat. Apparently they liked it, since she asked how to make more. 🙂 After we cleaned up from that visit, someone found video from John’s graduation, our wedding, our rehearsal dinner, and Vincent’s 80th birthday party. So we watched those for a while and then we finally gave in to Molly’s pleas that we play Cranium with her. 🙂 We had three teams. Officially, Molly and John (VIII) were on a team, Emily and John VII were another team, and Tom and I were the third team. Unofficially, John VI was on Emily and John VII’s team until he got tired of it, Pat joined my team with Tom for a while, and Tania floated in the background and joined in occasionally. It was a lot of fun (as usual), but we were doing really badly for a while! (We being everyone except Emily and John VII, who kicked our butts and won the game.)
Sunday
Sunday was a little rushed, mostly because no one wanted to get out of bed. We were all going out to breakfast, so John and I packed the car so we’d be able to hit the road from the diner. This diner was about 15 miles east of the house, and it was really cool. The waitress was hilariously grumpy. We had a good breakfast, said our goodbyes, and started our drive home. We were trying to get home with enough time to unload the car and then pick up the dogs (it was packed solid with stuff, and there was no way the dogs would fit). We were cutting it kind of close, so John dropped me off at the kennel to get the dogs checked out. He went home, threw everything into the house, and came back to get us. Oh, besides the drumset, the other thing that took up all the room in the car was the box full of 8 folding chairs (and fancy covers) John (VII) and Pat bought us for Christmas! It’s a great present. Pat knew that everytime we host a holiday, we rent chairs so we have enough seats for everyone. I hadn’t thought ahead to New Year’s yet, so this was a perfectly timed, perfectly practical gift. I don’t have to ask our friends to bring chairs like I had to do for Thanksgiving. 🙂
Anyway, we got home safe and sound. And, since it was our anniversary (8 lovely years, thank you very much), we got sushi and DQ blizzards to go and ate in our living room while watching Mad About You episodes. Thanks for the sushi, Mom and Dad!
We’re totally exhausted and looking forward to our next weekend. At least work this week isn’t too taxing. And thankfully, Roxy timed her seizure last night for 9:45, not 2am. She always has a seizure within three days of coming home from the kennel. I don’t know if it’s the stress (or lack of stress since she’s home now) or if maybe they’re not giving her the medicine correctly, but she’s had seizures after coming home from the kennel (any kennel) since she started having them in the first place.
Well. I’m at almost 2000 words here, which is a bit ridiculous for one post. But it’s all out of my system now. It was a very good, very pleasant, very busy visit. And now I need to rest.