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!!

Basic Equations

I am entirely certain that this is something all of you already understand, but here goes.

I finally think I "get" what it is that happens to those of us with multiple issues when *one* little thing goes wrong, whether it's an hour ahead or back in Daylight Savings/Daylight time, or in my case....

A broken foot on top of CP.

The fabulous Ms. Tiruba Tuba, who you all know very well, has a habit of saying CP is a Pain In The A... I usually agree, now I *more* than agree!

I've gone from "not walking so great" to "now I can't walk at all," and the pain has thrown my anxiety for loo loo loop!

Anything chronic + anything new= PITA!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi, Everyone, my name is Mackers

Mommy A says I am very handsome.

I just came from the Humane Society today.

I did not like the car ride very much, and cried the whole way home in my new carrier. Once we were out of the scary car, though, and Mommy L put my litter pan down I was in the mood to explore!

Apparently I am not allowed behind the TV- "Electricity land" says Mommy L.

I am not allowed behind the refrigerator, either.

I *am* allowed on laps and I like to explore the different parts of my new home. I do not like the fan in the upstairs bathroom. I do like treats- They come from a special bag which I tried to put on my head. It scared me and I ran away to hide under Mommy A's rocking chair. She likes a blanket on her lap a lot, and it makes a nice tent for me.

I think I like these mommies- They sing silly songs. Mommy A sang something about a "Gotcha Day."

Maybe I'll post more often, but my blanket looks cozy, so that's enough for one day. After all, I'm only 9 weeks old!

MACBETH IS COMING HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Triple A- Awards, Afebrile, and Adoption

First of all, can anyone tell me how you get your awards on your sidebar? I finally have time to pick mine up, but I want them to look *reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeealy* nice, like the ones you have.

Second of all, the H1N1 bug seems to be heading off quite nicely- All that's left is a tickling cough and general malaise, so I'll take that over fevers and body aches severe enough to make me cry, a cough that bounced me so much I usually got *air* between myself and the mattress and congestion.

I'm feeling down, but that's no surprise with the parents' divorce clicking merrily away and all the excitement of moving dying down. Don't get me wrong- Living here is really nice. I have the chance to set accessibility up the way I want it, Lady and I cook the foods we want, that kind of thing. But it's something I was looking forward to for quite some time, it didn't go at all the way I expected, and now it's done. So am feeling a bit let down.

Which brings me to the third A in my title- Adoption. No, not of a kiddo, though I'd love to do that someday. Right now we're waiting on approval to adopt a little black kitten from the local Humane Society. If we can't, I'm sure he'll go to a great home, but I'm hoping to get him into *my* home and change his name from "Pop" to "MacBeth"- Mackers for short.

Good kitty vibes are appreciated.

All Moved In

So I'm feeling much better, physically anyway. There's just a cough remaining from that nasty H1N1.

I went by my parents' house today, to get a few things.

My parents are considering divorce.

This is terrible

Okay...so...

Moved into the new apartment Friday.

Family stuff is still not bloggable- I'm sure I'll need to write through this eventually, and I know you'll all be there to listen when I do.

Right now, we're settling in here okay, although a nasty case of H1N1 (yup, been tested 'cause I'm high risk) moved in right along with us, and necessitated an ambulance ride at midnight on Monday. I got checked out and all is as okay as it's going to be.

Still reading along with all of you as I go through tissues like it's going out of style.