Wednesday, May 28, 2008

[She's Gone.]

Please pray for us. My Sassy had to be put down this morning. I just found out. I can barely see to type.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

[I So Hate Good-bye]


This morning, around 10:30, I petted my Sassy-girl for what is almost certainly the very last time. She has a tumor on her neck that has grown from a small knot to the size of a golf ball in just a matter of weeks. She's in otherwise perfect health, but with a tumor growing that fast, it's almost certainly malignant. Mom and Dad will be taking her to vet soon, whenever they can manage to muster up enough resolve to do the hardest thing in the world. We're pretty sure that she will not come home.


I know she's fourteen and a half, which is something like 100 years old in dog years, and she has certainly slowed down in the past year, but she's still so full of life! It's just killing me to know that we're almost certainly going to have to have her put down within the next few weeks.


We got Sassy about nine months after my mom passed away. She's been my healing salve, and she's always been the reason I looked forward to going home. Yes, I love my parents, but I can talk to them anytime.


Please pray for my family and me. We're all struggling, even Mom, who's always pretended to be indifferent to Sassy. She's been the smartest and most "human" dog our family has ever had, and we don't want to say good-bye.


I don't want to go back to that house without her running out to greet me. It could never feel like home.


I hate good-byes. I hate, hate, hate them!

Monday, May 12, 2008

[Success!]

I'm completely finished grading.

I've finished my research study paper 17 hours early.

I've finished the information sheet for said paper to present during my paper presentation.

Other than attending my final exam periods and one memoir rewrite, I'm finished for the semester! That means I'm free to watch my Katharine Hepburn movies that are on TCM tomorrow. I just have to make one quick trip to campus before 5 to make copies.

I feel so danged productive. And believe me, that's a very raaaaaaaaare sensation for me! Hehe.

Full nights' sleep are just around the corner!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

[All That Matters]

I'm too jacked up on caffeine to sleep and too sleepy to work.

Maybe I'll see if there are any movies on that I can record with my brand new DVD recorder! Yeah, buddy!

As of Thursday, 10:45, I'm finished with my first year of grad school. Wowsers.

A recent musical discovery on my part:


Saturday, May 03, 2008

[Won't Take No For an Answer]

In honor of my impending summer job search, from my Mikey's Funnies emailing list:


Dear [Interviewer's Name]:

Thank you for your letter of [date of rejection letter].

After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me employment with your firm. This year I have had been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually large number of rejection letters. With such a varied and promising field of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.

Despite [Firm's Name]'s outstanding qualifications and previous experience in rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet with my needs at this time. Therefore, I will initiate employment with your firm immediately following graduation. I look forward to seeing you then.

Best of luck in rejecting future candidates.

Sincerely, [Your Name]

[Migraine Update]

For the past two-ish months, I've been on propranolol for my migraines, and it's been helping. I'm still getting the migraines, but far fewer of the dailies, and the hardcores are a little less intense. All-in-all, a promising situation.

However, (yes, there's a however here) propranolol is also a medicine prescribed for hypertension... and I have hypOtension--the opposite problem. It's perfectly normal for me to have a BP of, say, 90-100/60-70. This, of course, has come to explain my years of issues with low energy levels, and I'm frankly relieved that my body leans in this direction rather than in the HBP range. But anyway, when I went to the dentist's office on Wednesday, they took my blood pressure (they check for everything).

85/45. Heart rate? 56. I'm normally at 70-80. And no, I have not been exercising lately, so one could hardly praise a healthier heart for the decrease.

And tonight, after I got out of the bath, I wasn't particularly overheated, yet I nearly puked and passed out when I tried to walk around my kitchen. Right now, I'm shaky and can barely spell what I'm typing. I've hit the backspace button almost once every word I've typed.

So, the prognosis for me is another migraine-doctor appointment on Monday or Tuesday (I hope) where, I hope, we can settle on a different, yet equally effective, medication.

Otherwise, I've got a dilemma. I must choose between having migraines or having dangerously low blood pressure.

Deeeelightful. I just loooooove my body. Meh.

I'm still woozy.

Here's hoping for a perkier entry next time. Sorry, guys!