A Day in the Life

Corey, over at Watching the Waters, asked what a day in the life was like.... I keep waiting to have an interesting day :P

Am in a lot of pain right now from a bulging disc at S 5 L1 which is known as sciatica. I'm sure all of you probably knew that anyway. Sciatica plus Cerebral Palsy is no fun. I've been dealing with it off and on since Fall 2008, and when it flares it flares *badly*. All of this is just meant to say that I took a spin to the local ER the other day because I had outgrown my pain control regimen and am now on something different that has me a little loopy.

So there's not much on the go in the life here, so I thought I would do a day in the life of Mackers instead.

Wake up, jump on Dad, (Lady) make all kinds of noise so Dad knows I'm hungry. I bite Dad's shins and follow him upstairs so he can fill my bowl with Crunchy food for cats and make sure my fountain for cats is full. Cats drink filtered water in this house. Then I eat and drink, and get bored, so I check my window for birds and bicycles before making more noise so my people will get up.

Mom might need a shower, and I have to supervise if she needs one. I go in the bathroom and meow at the tub and check it all out. I stay on her shower chair until the water starts- Then it is too wet for cats. Then I chase the people upstairs for the day. Dad might give Mom her medicine- Mom has a big ow right now- and Mom might lie down. I might lie down with Mom, but I also might check my window a lot and sleep in my cardboard box. I do not *need* to sleep in a cardboard box, I just like to pretend.

If Mom gets up to go in the bathroom I need to follow her, and if Dad goes downstairs I need to follow him because he might be doing something for cats.

It's very hard to be me, you know. No wonder I need so many naps.

Snazzy things

March is still tough, but I think it's tough on everyone!

Thanks to the incomparable Lady for my very girlie blog makeover- I *love* pink!

Mackers has his own album on Facebook now so I'm hoping the link works here!

What a difference a year makes- Or, it's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to

It's my birthday, and I am 24. This time last year, I blogged here about my Mom and my Nan and some of the odds that were stacked against me as a tiny kid who, thankfully, did not become a RADish kid, but could have.

Of course, to find this post, I scrolled back through my blog- WHAT a year it's been, from vacations and build a bears to failures and divorces and a new apartment. Sobering.

But this wasn't meant to be a downer post, I'm just... thinking. But the past year has brought joys too- Lady and I are living together. Mackers is here with us, and wanted, and growing like *crazy* (Big snip next week, don't tell him) There's just something about birthdays, I guess, that makes you look behind you and ahead of you.

As promised, some Mackers pictures

Big as he is, we still spend a lot of time like this


















This is Mack now. He is much bigger, and believes this box to be his. The dropcloth from painting shelves? Also his.

Academic Expungement and Mothers Out Law

I know I've been quiet on the blog front lately. Mea culpa.

Have started another term at school, occasionally to my crushing dread, but I'm working on it. Only two courses with my favourite professor, who is retiring in April, and that's it.

Was speaking with the advisor for students with disabilities today and she noted that my transcript has a lot of.....blips (read: craters, with zeros) and that she thought I would be able to get most of them wiped, given the events of the last couple of years. I don't know if I can do that. I don't know if I am worth that. I'll work on it.

Unrelated, but related to the title, Lady's Mom mentioned wanting to drop by this weekend. Both of us had the same, resounding "EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" reaction. My mom? When my Mom drops by she brings KFC and chats for a bit. Lady's Mom will spend the visit prowling through the house critisizing how we've got things laid out and whether we have healthy groceries in the cabinets. Not interested, thank you very much.

Well, that's it for now.

A.

PS: I will provide new Mackers pictures, and soon :) He's getting big, getting his big boy teeth now, too!

Healing, I think...

Wow, what a difference two weeks makes... But not really.

Basically what I forgot to update about was the specialist deciding that he could not tell whether or not my foot was broken, but that "something clinically significant" had happened to it. It was black and painful, too painful to even stand on until Saturday. But, with my CP and other issues, no one knew how to read the Xray!

So I spent the last 2 weeks in a cast and went back to the specialist again- Still a lot of pain, still swelling, still from a clinical exam they could tell me where the fracture *should* be... but it wasn't there.

So, they took me out of the cast to let me have a bit more freedom of movement, told me to let pain be my guide, and referred me on to yet another specialist in Feburary.

Otherwise, though, things are going well here. Mackers saw the vet for the second time on Saturday, he has doubled his adoption weight (0.8- 1.6 kilograms) had his second booster and tested negative for the feline leukemia virus!

I wasn't able to get out to get his pictures done with Santa as they were being done for pets the weekend I fell, so here's our best attempt

Happy Holidays from Ashley, Lady, and Mackers!!