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dragonlady7I feel sort of like I wasted today. I didn't, but I feel like I did because I took a long nap and while I was sleeping was the only time it was sunny all day. But I did snuggle with my Chita the whole time. She is funny. She is much chattier than usual, since she got hurt, and while she doesn't seem sore where her wounds are, she complains sharply if you touch her in a way she doesn't like, and very sharply if you attempt to turn her onto her back (to look at the worst wound). Today I resorted to scritching her in my arms and holding her so Z, seated, could look up at the injury without her realizing he was doing so.
He says it looks red, but better than it did. The others are dark and scabbed over by now.
She is now on an antibiotic that is used to treat acne in humans. No sign of infection. No more painkillers, even though the vet had intended for her to continue them for four more days. But as I said, she shows no signs of pain, and lies freely on either side, not favoring the flank with the wound.
I found some blood on the coverlet of the bed where she sleeps. I feel bad for not having noticed her injuries when they were so fresh as to actually still be bleeding. Did I mention how the grumpy vet gave us a tongue-lashing for not bringing her in "right away", then going on to explain that to close an injury cleanly you only have six hours? I had already told him that we hadn't noticed that she was injured until the next morning, and hadn't seen the most serious injury until two days later-- they couldn't get me an appointment until over 24 hours after I first called them!! How is it worth an angry lecture that it took me this long to come in when there was no possible way we could have gotten her seen within that six-hour window of time?
So I was very annoyed. This is the same vet that was so sweet and patient and kind when she was a kitten. I think he was possibly in an exceptionally bad mood that day, as I overheard some perplexed banter from the vet tech in the hallway with him.
But anyway. My dear sweet Chita is recovering and is driving me crazy with her desire to go Outside.
Practice tonight. Our regular coach had to step down last week, rather suddenly, as his blood pressure was getting out of control and we really weren't helping, so we're taking a slightly different approach now, I hear. We'd felt kind of bad that we'd so narrowly scraped a victory over the rookie team who was supposed to be so easy to beat, but I've been helping the refs at scrimmages all week and oh my goodness, it was the members of that team who were standing out in their performances. So I think it's not so much that we somehow mysteriously got bad, but that they are kind of improving rapidly.
But I'm kind of dreading practice. I mean, I'm looking forward to it, and I've really been wanting a good workout, like the early days of last season where you almost puke and at the end your legs are wobbly and you're high as hell on endorphins. It's just that I don't really want to puke, and it's always a little scary to work that hard. But I'm prepared for it. Just whiny.
What's funny when you're kind of fitness-plateau'd like I am at midseason is observing what totally weird random part of you is the first to get too tired/painful to continue. At first-first, it was my lungs: I would be burning for air and my legs would be lead. Then, it was my back. The muscles that hold you in balance while you lift up your legs to cross over are usually my enduring nemesis: nothing I do strengthens them enough that I don't wind up having to stop a lot and stretch them.
Last week it was my shins. Really! We were practicing crossover form and my feet, but mostly my shins, were burning so badly I had to stop. Weird!
Oh yeah, I meant to do some shin exercises this week. Well, I meant to do a lot of things this week. I really should make to-do lists for that kind of stuff.
I did get stuff done today, though. That was what I was obsessing about. I woke up before 10 am, which isn't bad for a bout night-- but then, I was home by 1ish, whish is insanely early for a bout night-- and pet the cat, checked email, puttered in the kitchen, and then realized that it was raining. Oh shoot! I wanted to do stuff in the garden. Well. I did anyway. I went outside and planted, messily, a mixture of radish, beet, spinach, and lettuce seeds. I meant to put them in orderly rows but it was dripping rain down my back so I wound up just sort of scattering them. They were all saved seeds from last year so I wasn't too fussed about planting them just so. I will see what comes up.
I think I need to plant the turnips soon. But they really need well-worked soil, and that takes a while. Especially when it's been raining. With this clay, I need to wait at least a day after any kind of rain before I do much of anything, or it winds up in heavy rock-hard clumps. The only way I can lighten this soil is by putting in tons and tons of amendments, and I only have a little bit of finished compost. Boo.
So after lunch (Z made udon! Tasty) we went down to Rhode Island St. to check out Urban Roots. I had been complaining that I couldn't find a good local garden center. It's a co-op, apparently. I'd love to be a member of something like that, and volunteer some time, but I don't know how it would work. I might look into it a little more.
They, like any garden center, didn't have much at the moment, but in about, mm, three weeks the joint will be jumping. I had gone for black plastic mulch, but they won't have it in until next week. Which is fine; I'm content to wait.
I bought a watering can for indoor use.
Aw, Chita and Remi are playing a slow-mo game wherein they peek at one another through the kitchen doorway, then both slink along the wall and peek at one another through the other kitchen doorway. It's really funny. But they're both being idiots.
Gah, time to go get ready for practice!
He says it looks red, but better than it did. The others are dark and scabbed over by now.
She is now on an antibiotic that is used to treat acne in humans. No sign of infection. No more painkillers, even though the vet had intended for her to continue them for four more days. But as I said, she shows no signs of pain, and lies freely on either side, not favoring the flank with the wound.
I found some blood on the coverlet of the bed where she sleeps. I feel bad for not having noticed her injuries when they were so fresh as to actually still be bleeding. Did I mention how the grumpy vet gave us a tongue-lashing for not bringing her in "right away", then going on to explain that to close an injury cleanly you only have six hours? I had already told him that we hadn't noticed that she was injured until the next morning, and hadn't seen the most serious injury until two days later-- they couldn't get me an appointment until over 24 hours after I first called them!! How is it worth an angry lecture that it took me this long to come in when there was no possible way we could have gotten her seen within that six-hour window of time?
So I was very annoyed. This is the same vet that was so sweet and patient and kind when she was a kitten. I think he was possibly in an exceptionally bad mood that day, as I overheard some perplexed banter from the vet tech in the hallway with him.
But anyway. My dear sweet Chita is recovering and is driving me crazy with her desire to go Outside.
Practice tonight. Our regular coach had to step down last week, rather suddenly, as his blood pressure was getting out of control and we really weren't helping, so we're taking a slightly different approach now, I hear. We'd felt kind of bad that we'd so narrowly scraped a victory over the rookie team who was supposed to be so easy to beat, but I've been helping the refs at scrimmages all week and oh my goodness, it was the members of that team who were standing out in their performances. So I think it's not so much that we somehow mysteriously got bad, but that they are kind of improving rapidly.
But I'm kind of dreading practice. I mean, I'm looking forward to it, and I've really been wanting a good workout, like the early days of last season where you almost puke and at the end your legs are wobbly and you're high as hell on endorphins. It's just that I don't really want to puke, and it's always a little scary to work that hard. But I'm prepared for it. Just whiny.
What's funny when you're kind of fitness-plateau'd like I am at midseason is observing what totally weird random part of you is the first to get too tired/painful to continue. At first-first, it was my lungs: I would be burning for air and my legs would be lead. Then, it was my back. The muscles that hold you in balance while you lift up your legs to cross over are usually my enduring nemesis: nothing I do strengthens them enough that I don't wind up having to stop a lot and stretch them.
Last week it was my shins. Really! We were practicing crossover form and my feet, but mostly my shins, were burning so badly I had to stop. Weird!
Oh yeah, I meant to do some shin exercises this week. Well, I meant to do a lot of things this week. I really should make to-do lists for that kind of stuff.
I did get stuff done today, though. That was what I was obsessing about. I woke up before 10 am, which isn't bad for a bout night-- but then, I was home by 1ish, whish is insanely early for a bout night-- and pet the cat, checked email, puttered in the kitchen, and then realized that it was raining. Oh shoot! I wanted to do stuff in the garden. Well. I did anyway. I went outside and planted, messily, a mixture of radish, beet, spinach, and lettuce seeds. I meant to put them in orderly rows but it was dripping rain down my back so I wound up just sort of scattering them. They were all saved seeds from last year so I wasn't too fussed about planting them just so. I will see what comes up.
I think I need to plant the turnips soon. But they really need well-worked soil, and that takes a while. Especially when it's been raining. With this clay, I need to wait at least a day after any kind of rain before I do much of anything, or it winds up in heavy rock-hard clumps. The only way I can lighten this soil is by putting in tons and tons of amendments, and I only have a little bit of finished compost. Boo.
So after lunch (Z made udon! Tasty) we went down to Rhode Island St. to check out Urban Roots. I had been complaining that I couldn't find a good local garden center. It's a co-op, apparently. I'd love to be a member of something like that, and volunteer some time, but I don't know how it would work. I might look into it a little more.
They, like any garden center, didn't have much at the moment, but in about, mm, three weeks the joint will be jumping. I had gone for black plastic mulch, but they won't have it in until next week. Which is fine; I'm content to wait.
I bought a watering can for indoor use.
Aw, Chita and Remi are playing a slow-mo game wherein they peek at one another through the kitchen doorway, then both slink along the wall and peek at one another through the other kitchen doorway. It's really funny. But they're both being idiots.
Gah, time to go get ready for practice!
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