Stories like this one absolutely INFURIATE me. NOT because the moron was caught, but because it took them four months to catch him....and then he gets released on $5,000 bail???????????????!!!!!!!!!!! Excuse me, but I'd have quadrupled his required bail amount!!!! I'd have made it impossible for the buffoon to get out.
Cat killers are among the lowest, most despicable forms of life on the planet!!!
http://www.aspca.org/news/national/08-28-09.html#1
I read two similar stories back in June, the week before my birthday. When little feline lives are lost, or when little felines are tortured, THIS certified cat lover wishes there was a way to catch the responsible "people" quicker, before that many feline lives are lost. My heart goes out to all the felines of the world, and their humans. If I could, I'd provide a nice, loving home for all of them. And I'm glad that my three furbabies have two wonderful human grandparents who love them and are willing to keep them safe indoors for me and take them to the V-E-T when they have to go. I should never have to worry about them when I'm here.
Hmmmmm....I just got an email, inviting me to write a "There Oughtta Be A Law" to protect animals. Here's one. There oughtta be a MUCH tougher law against people who hurt and/or kill an animal, and especially, NOT to let them go four months!!!! Get 'em after the first incident!!! Don't let it go beyond that!!
OK. I've ranted (again) as much as I care to. Now...my low blood pressure is catching up with me.
Gotta run. May be back later...
Ta-ta!
(poof)
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
FYI~~Vacation time~~
Again????
Well...what started out as a vacation from Cleveland to San Diego, turned out to be me moving back to San Diego (and NOT regretting it one bit!).
So now, I guess this is another vacation...Hmmmmm...when a person doesn't know if they're coming or going, I guess EVERY trip is a vacation...Let me think about that for a few.
Saturday, late, I'll be flying...get this...to JFK Airport, in NY! WHO ever would think they'd have to fly to Cleveland from San Diego by way of New York???!!! Then again, if I had gone back there in May as I had planned (before my transplant was cancelled..GRRRRRRRRRR!), I'd have had to transfer in Atlanta; that's even farther out of the way.
I'll get to Cleveland early Sunday. Not quite in time for Tony, Jerry, and Mup's birthday (they turn 8 years old on Aug. 29th, Saturday), but close enough.
And, next week, I'll be spending plenty of quality time with those three handsome/beautiful/brilliant furbabies, whom I've known since they were infant kittens!!
Eight years ago yesterday...Aug. 26, 2001...which now seems forever ago...Twig--the kitty mom--swatted me with her paw. She was on the counter, probably begging for more kitty breakfast. I saw her and wanted to get her off there. You know, lift her. Off the counter. She looked at me, with those big, green eyes, hissed at me, and swatted me with her paw. Three days later, my "tweetheart" left me a message on my pager (which I no longer have), saying something about "ask me what the number three means".) I hadn't a clue. Using what little I then knew about cat pregnancies, I figured Twig was going to have little Libra kitties (late Sep, through Oct. 19). When I finally gave up on guessing what that "number three" meant, my "tweetheart" told me. Twig had her babies. WHAT????, I said. Already??? Hmmmm...well, what little I did know indeed about cat pregnancies. Now I know. They're shorter than I thought!! And that evening, Aug. 29, 2001, I came to this house, to see the new kittens. How darling!!!! How sweet!!!!! It was in that moment that I formed a bond with those little angels...that bond will never break, even if we're miles apart!!! That's the magic of a mother/kitten bond.
Well...I'll be back. Not sure if I'll be back during my vacation. Even if I do come back next week, I won't be here too much!!!! My mind is made up not to be on here too much!!!
Then, I fly back here, by way of Cincinnati, on Sep. 7th, to return around 10:20AM.
I'll have you all in my prayers, thoughts, etc., while I'm up there.
Off I go, into the wild blue yonder!!
Love ya!!
(poof)
Well...what started out as a vacation from Cleveland to San Diego, turned out to be me moving back to San Diego (and NOT regretting it one bit!).
So now, I guess this is another vacation...Hmmmmm...when a person doesn't know if they're coming or going, I guess EVERY trip is a vacation...Let me think about that for a few.
Saturday, late, I'll be flying...get this...to JFK Airport, in NY! WHO ever would think they'd have to fly to Cleveland from San Diego by way of New York???!!! Then again, if I had gone back there in May as I had planned (before my transplant was cancelled..GRRRRRRRRRR!), I'd have had to transfer in Atlanta; that's even farther out of the way.
I'll get to Cleveland early Sunday. Not quite in time for Tony, Jerry, and Mup's birthday (they turn 8 years old on Aug. 29th, Saturday), but close enough.
And, next week, I'll be spending plenty of quality time with those three handsome/beautiful/brilliant furbabies, whom I've known since they were infant kittens!!
Eight years ago yesterday...Aug. 26, 2001...which now seems forever ago...Twig--the kitty mom--swatted me with her paw. She was on the counter, probably begging for more kitty breakfast. I saw her and wanted to get her off there. You know, lift her. Off the counter. She looked at me, with those big, green eyes, hissed at me, and swatted me with her paw. Three days later, my "tweetheart" left me a message on my pager (which I no longer have), saying something about "ask me what the number three means".) I hadn't a clue. Using what little I then knew about cat pregnancies, I figured Twig was going to have little Libra kitties (late Sep, through Oct. 19). When I finally gave up on guessing what that "number three" meant, my "tweetheart" told me. Twig had her babies. WHAT????, I said. Already??? Hmmmm...well, what little I did know indeed about cat pregnancies. Now I know. They're shorter than I thought!! And that evening, Aug. 29, 2001, I came to this house, to see the new kittens. How darling!!!! How sweet!!!!! It was in that moment that I formed a bond with those little angels...that bond will never break, even if we're miles apart!!! That's the magic of a mother/kitten bond.
Well...I'll be back. Not sure if I'll be back during my vacation. Even if I do come back next week, I won't be here too much!!!! My mind is made up not to be on here too much!!!
Then, I fly back here, by way of Cincinnati, on Sep. 7th, to return around 10:20AM.
I'll have you all in my prayers, thoughts, etc., while I'm up there.
Off I go, into the wild blue yonder!!
Love ya!!
(poof)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Not sure if I'm coming or going, BUT...
What a day, what a day!!
Must be that time of the month. That's all I can think of. My "tweetheart" and I always seem to have at least one snag in our relationship when it's that time of the month.
So, I really have no idea if I'm coming or going.
I'll say this. I WANT, VERY much, to stay. Hell, if I didn't plan on staying, at least in California, would I have studied so hard for my driving test??? (i.e., the driving test I got 100% in for the first time in my life) Would I be trying so hard to get Medi-Cal as supplement to Medicare?? Would I have gotten myself relisted at Sharp Kidney Transplant????? I doubt it!! I do plan on keeping myself parked here. This may mean, of course, that I'd be looking for my own place. I can do this!!! I would rather NOT have to be stuck back in Cleveland, with my parents. As much as I love them, and I plan to visit my three wonderful brilliant cats there frequently, I mean...three adults in a teeny-tiny house that, ideally, is too small for three adults??? Besides that, I got so bored that I ended up being online too much for my own good.
Along with the cloud of being kind of confused, this evening has brought me one of the best silver linings since last month. ;-)
Well...gotta run for now.
Nite-nite, sweetheart! Thanks for stopping by!
Love ya!
Ta-taaaaaa...
(poof)
Must be that time of the month. That's all I can think of. My "tweetheart" and I always seem to have at least one snag in our relationship when it's that time of the month.
So, I really have no idea if I'm coming or going.
I'll say this. I WANT, VERY much, to stay. Hell, if I didn't plan on staying, at least in California, would I have studied so hard for my driving test??? (i.e., the driving test I got 100% in for the first time in my life) Would I be trying so hard to get Medi-Cal as supplement to Medicare?? Would I have gotten myself relisted at Sharp Kidney Transplant????? I doubt it!! I do plan on keeping myself parked here. This may mean, of course, that I'd be looking for my own place. I can do this!!! I would rather NOT have to be stuck back in Cleveland, with my parents. As much as I love them, and I plan to visit my three wonderful brilliant cats there frequently, I mean...three adults in a teeny-tiny house that, ideally, is too small for three adults??? Besides that, I got so bored that I ended up being online too much for my own good.
Along with the cloud of being kind of confused, this evening has brought me one of the best silver linings since last month. ;-)
Well...gotta run for now.
Nite-nite, sweetheart! Thanks for stopping by!
Love ya!
Ta-taaaaaa...
(poof)
Saturday, August 22, 2009
New Plan Re: Finding A Donor
Someone...I think Gandhi...said, "Be the change you want to see in the world."
Yes, that WAS Gandhi.
Well...the change I want to see, is that I want to be able to find a kidney donor, fast.
I was on "PD"...no problem.
I had a double-nephrectomy...was on hemo.
Then, I switched back to "PD". Got peritonitis twice; almost died both times.
Switched back to hemo...and got one systemic infection after another after another after another, including one that involved having the graft taken out faster than it went in.
Now, I'm back on "PD"...and sure enough, I'm having early symptoms of peritonitis again.
Well, DAMN!!! I can't be on dialysis for five years this way!!!!! I just can't!!!
But, I remembered today, that the other organ that people can spare one of is the lungs. We have two, but only really need one.
Here, then, is my plan.
I'll gladly, quickly, give someone one of my lungs, for one of their good, healthy kidneys.
Deal????
No, really. I WILL be a donor, in order to FIND a donor!!!
Thanks for hearing me out.
Gotta run.
(poof)
Yes, that WAS Gandhi.
Well...the change I want to see, is that I want to be able to find a kidney donor, fast.
I was on "PD"...no problem.
I had a double-nephrectomy...was on hemo.
Then, I switched back to "PD". Got peritonitis twice; almost died both times.
Switched back to hemo...and got one systemic infection after another after another after another, including one that involved having the graft taken out faster than it went in.
Now, I'm back on "PD"...and sure enough, I'm having early symptoms of peritonitis again.
Well, DAMN!!! I can't be on dialysis for five years this way!!!!! I just can't!!!
But, I remembered today, that the other organ that people can spare one of is the lungs. We have two, but only really need one.
Here, then, is my plan.
I'll gladly, quickly, give someone one of my lungs, for one of their good, healthy kidneys.
Deal????
No, really. I WILL be a donor, in order to FIND a donor!!!
Thanks for hearing me out.
Gotta run.
(poof)
Friday, August 21, 2009
The Nightmare of Dialysis~~
Well...one year ago Tuesday, I had a hemo-related nightmare, when that Dr. Bozo managed to cut my artery, leaving me in the hospital for a whole week when I was supposed to be "in-n-out" the same day.
Anyway, now, I'm not sure, but I think I may be having a "PD"-related nightmare.
Maybe it's not, but I definitely feel as though I'm having the early signs of peritonitis here. Geez, draining is painful these days!!!
All the salty soup, water, and ice I've had this week should be helping...but today, my blood pressure was 62/47...and yet I am still walking...and I have no idea how. But that also may be a sign of peritonitis.
God, I hope not, because if it is, I'll have to go back on hemo and essentially have only one fully-functioning arm.
DAMN, don't let this happen!!!!
Don't let me get sick anymore!!!
I'm supposed to fly to Cleveland to visit my furbabies!!! If I'm getting sick, and we know it by the time I get there, I'll end up in the damn hospital, possibly for five years, because that's how they do things in Cleveland!!! People don't stay healthy there; they end up in the hospital for five years, because there is no staying healthy there.
OK. I got that off my chest. And since this is my blog, I refuse to feel sorry that I got that off my chest.
But, I've gotta run.
Later!
(poof)
Anyway, now, I'm not sure, but I think I may be having a "PD"-related nightmare.
Maybe it's not, but I definitely feel as though I'm having the early signs of peritonitis here. Geez, draining is painful these days!!!
All the salty soup, water, and ice I've had this week should be helping...but today, my blood pressure was 62/47...and yet I am still walking...and I have no idea how. But that also may be a sign of peritonitis.
God, I hope not, because if it is, I'll have to go back on hemo and essentially have only one fully-functioning arm.
DAMN, don't let this happen!!!!
Don't let me get sick anymore!!!
I'm supposed to fly to Cleveland to visit my furbabies!!! If I'm getting sick, and we know it by the time I get there, I'll end up in the damn hospital, possibly for five years, because that's how they do things in Cleveland!!! People don't stay healthy there; they end up in the hospital for five years, because there is no staying healthy there.
OK. I got that off my chest. And since this is my blog, I refuse to feel sorry that I got that off my chest.
But, I've gotta run.
Later!
(poof)
Thursday, August 20, 2009
One year ago Tuesday~~
Tuesday was one year since one of my many, many week-long hospital stays.
It was Monday, Aug. 18, last year. I was originally supposed to have my leg canulated so I could have temporary hemo before getting a new catheter. In...Out...piece of cake...right? That's how it was supposed to be. But, something went TERRIBLY wrong in the procedure. Dr. Bozo (I don't even remember his name...after what he did to me, he was Dr. Bozo, as far as we were concerned) managed to rupture one of the arteries in my groin, where he was working. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital for a whole damn week, just because he injured me!!! Well DUUUUUUUHHHH...he should've thought of that before he started cutting my leg open without sedating me first!!!!!! DUUUUUUUUUHHHHH...
But then, things like that happen in Cleveland all the time!!
I'm sooooooooo glad I'm back in San Diego!!! Sharp Memorial Hospital might actually have a transplant in store for me before 5 years is up!!! Even before 3 years is up!!! Because they're smart, like most Californians!!!
Now how do I remember this so well??? Well...if a doctor went and cut one of your arteries, wouldn't you remember???? I mean...I was on Coumadin for three months because of that buffoon!!! Kind of unforgettable.
Also, because my kitties' birthday was in 10 days from when I ended up "in the pit".
Happy Birthday (next week) to my three wonderful kitties!!
I'll be flying up to Cleveland to visit my little angels... That's about all I can stand of Cleveland, is the frequent visit, to see my kitties. So, I'll fly there...and God, I hope like anything that I am too busy to be online much like I was when I lived there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then, I'll be back after about a week.
Relax! I'm not leaving here till Aug. 29th. Then, back after a week, so I can be re-trained to use the "PD" Moonster.
Well...time for our late-night walk.
Ta-taaaaaaaaa, for now!
Love ya!
(poof)
It was Monday, Aug. 18, last year. I was originally supposed to have my leg canulated so I could have temporary hemo before getting a new catheter. In...Out...piece of cake...right? That's how it was supposed to be. But, something went TERRIBLY wrong in the procedure. Dr. Bozo (I don't even remember his name...after what he did to me, he was Dr. Bozo, as far as we were concerned) managed to rupture one of the arteries in my groin, where he was working. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital for a whole damn week, just because he injured me!!! Well DUUUUUUUHHHH...he should've thought of that before he started cutting my leg open without sedating me first!!!!!! DUUUUUUUUUHHHHH...
But then, things like that happen in Cleveland all the time!!
I'm sooooooooo glad I'm back in San Diego!!! Sharp Memorial Hospital might actually have a transplant in store for me before 5 years is up!!! Even before 3 years is up!!! Because they're smart, like most Californians!!!
Now how do I remember this so well??? Well...if a doctor went and cut one of your arteries, wouldn't you remember???? I mean...I was on Coumadin for three months because of that buffoon!!! Kind of unforgettable.
Also, because my kitties' birthday was in 10 days from when I ended up "in the pit".
Happy Birthday (next week) to my three wonderful kitties!!
I'll be flying up to Cleveland to visit my little angels... That's about all I can stand of Cleveland, is the frequent visit, to see my kitties. So, I'll fly there...and God, I hope like anything that I am too busy to be online much like I was when I lived there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then, I'll be back after about a week.
Relax! I'm not leaving here till Aug. 29th. Then, back after a week, so I can be re-trained to use the "PD" Moonster.
Well...time for our late-night walk.
Ta-taaaaaaaaa, for now!
Love ya!
(poof)
So, can a person get over this on their own?????
So here I am...still dehydrated, and never really able to drink enough to pull myself out of it.
Here's how that's progressed.
When I stand up, or sit up, I get so dizzy that, yesterday at one point, I almost passed out.
My blood pressure today was only 70/52...after having gone up a little, then back down. In a nutshell, I'm "not dead yet"...but for how much longer???
When outside, everything of light color blinds the hell outta me!
And I cramp...everything from jaw cramps, to paw cramps.
Is it possible for a person to get over that without having to go to the ER and get rehydrated intravenously????
God, I hope so!!!!
But, after a while here, I'm gonna have to take a kitty nap, because this is also giving me a splitting headache.
Love ya!!
Later!!
(poof)
Here's how that's progressed.
When I stand up, or sit up, I get so dizzy that, yesterday at one point, I almost passed out.
My blood pressure today was only 70/52...after having gone up a little, then back down. In a nutshell, I'm "not dead yet"...but for how much longer???
When outside, everything of light color blinds the hell outta me!
And I cramp...everything from jaw cramps, to paw cramps.
Is it possible for a person to get over that without having to go to the ER and get rehydrated intravenously????
God, I hope so!!!!
But, after a while here, I'm gonna have to take a kitty nap, because this is also giving me a splitting headache.
Love ya!!
Later!!
(poof)
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