My day in Gaithersburg, aka, seeing The Bloggess!   4 comments

It feels like a Sunday.. but really, just a long Saturday.  I woke up early, played some Diablo 3, helped hubby a lil bit when he was installing flooring upstairs, started a roast in the crock pot, then loaded 3 teens, hubby, and myself in the truck, and headed to the Gaithersburg, MD Book Festival.  AKA come see Jenny Lawson, thebloggess, and laugh your ass off day.  It took just over an hour to get to the shuttle that would take us to the festival, and wow, it should have just been Jenny Lawson day there.  I think everyone there was there for her, and it was AWESOME.  She read to us, a chapter from her book, that had us all rolling in our chairs.  (the chapter had to do with some ex-lax, and a non-rapist kitty.)  Afterwards, stood in line to see her .. minus my book, because I’m just smart like that to not take my book with me to see the author to get it signed.  smh.  Got to have pic taken with her, with the family +1, and she even signed my arm in sharpie marker!  I’m seriously going to try to avoid scrubbing my arm thru Monday, so that I can sport my bloggess love for a day at work.  Did not get home until about 8:30pm, had dinner just after 9pm.. so worth it!

Some photos from the day!

Enter Jenny Lawson, thebloggess

Jenny Lawson reads a chapter to her fans.

Standing in line to get pics & signed. The line was MUCH longer when we started.

Copernicus with his diet coke!

Jenny Lawson, myself, and my family +1

Signed by Jenny Lawson!


I so wanted to have time to talk to her, but I knew it wasn’t really possible.  Like so many, we read her words and think of her just like a good friend, someone we could have a real heart to heart with.  I wanted to ask her, how is she holding up with all of the travel & all of the people, and all of the attention.  I really wished I’d have brought my book for a personal note from her, or come up with some witty amazing gift that would be worthy, but it was still great to see her, listen to her read about ex-lax and non rapist kitty Posey, and have a picture taken with her.  All in all, a great day!

Thank you Jenny Lawson, for making my day.. furiously happy.


Farewell May   2 comments

T- 3 days and counting till PROM.  I think I’m just as excited about getting the mani/pedi Friday night!  Hard to tell if Alex is excited or not, but I plan to take some pics after she’s looking like a total princess.

Marissa is NOT getting better like I thought.  The redness / infection was taken care of by the z-pack, but she still has the headache that won’t quit for 2 weeks now.  Took her to her doctor’s office on Tuesday, where they prescribed a “different class of drug” than the imitrex, but designed to do the same thing, effectively get rid of it.  It has not worked yet.  We go back Friday afternoon for a follow up, and with her not progressing, they will likely be ordering imaging.

My chiropractor visit will get pushed back again, I just don’t have time to leave work for 60-90 minutes this week, what with having to take Marissa to the doctor twice.  I’m continuing on with the stretching she asked me to do, and while the reps aren’t improving, my shoulder is acting up less, tho there is still some pain.

I can’t believe this is pretty much, the last week of school for my girls.  The next 2 weeks after this is exams, and then they are done.

I should be watching IDOL right now, but Marissa put on Dr. Who on Netflix.. she is a new fan (as of this week) and it’s all she’s done while she’s been home this week.  Yay for DVR’s and I’ll be watching IDOL as soon as she’s done with the current episode she’s on.

Not much else to report on, but just felt like updating on the kiddos.  June needs to just get here and get this month over with already.  Hard to believe this June, Steve & I will be married for 23 years!

June 17, 1989.

Posted May 9, 2012 by Meg's Simple Life in life in general, prom

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Randomocity   2 comments

So, I haven’t written about anything on here, since the end of January.  I’ve thought about it, but then either time passes me by & I lose the motivation, or I simply have nothing really interesting to say.  I guess for now, I’ll try to recap stuff that’s been happening around here.

Alex is still suffering from random stomach pains, and all of her lab work has come up “in the normal range”, so we are proceeding with giving a 17 year old, a colonoscopy & an endoscopy.  Those will occur on the last day of school, the day after Memorial Day.  She is not so very thrilled with the idea of it all.  Best part, because she’s not 18, we have to see a pediatric specialist, and the closest one to us, is out of D.C., about 2 hours away.  Yay.

Marissa had allergy testing done recently, and she is the total opposite of her sister.  Where Alex is allergic to.. life? Marissa is allergic to next to nothing.  Dust mites, cockroach dust, bermuda grass, and plant mold from corn.  So pretty much, the main thing here, is the dust mites.  She is pretty damn lucky.  She did just have something wrong with her.. a migraine headache that would give her no peace for a good week.. so I took her to urgent care and they found that her ear & throat were red, and her sinuses were packed tight.  She earned a z pack, and imitrex.  That was on Thursday last week, and she is doing much better.

Me, well, ever since our tv died in January, I’ve had growing pain in my shoulder. (as a result of moving tv’s in & out of the house, that weighed, oh, probably 9000000000 pounds or so.)  So much so, that I started seeing my chiropractor again.  No matter what she does, the pain keeps coming back.  Right now, my neck is so sore between my neck & shoulder, that I can barely turn my head.  I was to see her this past Thursday, but she had a family emergency, so had to reschedule.  I’ll see her this Thursday instead.  I’ve been going at least once a week for the past 2 months.  She gave me some elastic type band to work on strengthening exercises for my shoulders & upper back, but I still can only seem to do about 5 reps of the 2 different types.  It’s only been about a week, but still, it’s difficult.  She said they were to be “pain free reps”, but how is it to be pain free, if I’m struggling with pain as it is?

Steve’s Aunt Dawn lost her battle with cancer last month.  She was only 48.  Cancer sucks ya’ll.

Our 5 cats continue to plot my demise, under the pretense of showing me affection.  They are trying their best not to get caught with their suspicious behavior of winding through my feet as I descend the stairs with full hands & limited vision from whatever I happen to be carrying at the time.  Adorable they may be, do not underestimate them!

We had an awesome view of the space shuttle as it made the final trip around D.C., from our office that sits across from the Dulles airport.  It was an amazing sight.  I’ve watched a few take-offs, from television, but this was the first time I’ve seen one like this.  Even though it was being carried, to see it in the air, was still quite wonderful.  I hope that sometime in the future, we are able to continue our space program.  Many children grow up dreaming to be astronauts someday, and it would be sad to lose that dream forever.

Could this post be any more random?  Let me think on that a moment..

My children have never seen Wayne’s World.  wow..

I have been reading a lot lately.  And Marissa & I share most of the same books.  LOVED The Hunger Games.  Have been reading a few random “Dark-Hunter” books from Sherrilyn Kenyon.  THOSE are um.. too adult for an almost 15 year old.  Just saying, glad I read it first, before she did.  I obtained most of the Harry Potter books from my dad when we went home last month, and will eventually, finally, get to read them.  Of course, I have several others in que.  And.. I just may have to succumb to the idea of reading 50 shades of gray.  The more I hear of it, the more intrigued I am.  And I really haven’t heard that much, other than it’s pretty much adult material, it was apparently based on Twilight fan fiction.  I finished reading “Let’s Pretend this Never Happened, a mostly true memoir”, by Jenny Lawson, aka The Bloggess.  I am thrilled to find out, she is touring to a city within an hour of here, and I *will* get to go!  May 19th woohoo! I read 90% of the book out loud to my family, while we were driving to & from Pennsylvania.  I was feeling pretty hoarse afterwards!  But, the family was enjoying it so much, they kept pushing me to read more & more of it, praising the way I read.  Steve said I should do  Whatever!

Alex has her junior prom next weekend.  She is going to look so lovely.  And she is going to get her first mani/pedi Friday night.  She picked out her prom dress after a blitz of the mall & ransacking Deb Shop.


The chosen dress, bought while they were closing the gates in the mall.

My computer has been fubar ever since I tried to do some maintenance on it myself.  I was *only* trying to make room on my hard drive, that was too stuffed to do anything.  Yea.  Somehow, I deleted important stuff, and it took many system restores later to get it semi right. (I still get occasional crashes.) But, as a side effect, it’s more bitchy than normal, so that means I am as well.  Probably in July, I’m getting a new computer.  Just because, I’m tired of trying to fix this one.  Just start over, and be done with it.  I need to save pictures, music, and videos.. the rest, I really don’t care if it takes me a month to reinstall shit, it will just be done, and done right, with no short cuts.

That’s pretty much it for now.  Oh yea, we have like, 2 weekends to get our living room cleaned out & the floor installed, because my inlaws will be here for Memorial weekend.  I’m happy that they are coming, but the time crunch is on.  And with Prom next weekend, and going to see Jenny Lawson the weekend after, it should make for some interesting time crunching to get the floor done!

Feeling Nostalgic   1 comment

Just a bit over 2 years ago, my mom was finally no longer suffering or in pain, although she left the rest of us here to miss her.  There are so many times I find out something I want to tell her, or even ask her.  You could say, I think of her pretty often.  Anyway, after she’d been gone a few months, on a visit home to see dad, he gave me her jewelry box.  I always loved playing in her stuff when I was a little girl, and more than caring about what was inside, it was the nostalgia of sitting on her bed and playing in her jewelry while she let me, that I cared most about.

Well, I’ve gone through it a few times since then.  Thinking of her, and how she really didn’t wear a lot of it later in life.  She was in such bad health, and arthritis had crippled her so much, she just couldn’t work the jewelry to get it on.  She has a few pieces in her jewelry box that I really like, and up until now, have not worn.  I guess I’ve been afraid to lose them or damage them.  But yesterday, I decided to get out my jewelry cleaner and clean up a pair of earrings in there, that I thought were very pretty.  I didn’t really study them to find out if they were silver, white gold, avon, or whatever.  But, they are still really pretty, and the only thing is, the kind of closure they have, I couldn’t work on my own!  Do you have any idea how many years it’s been since I’ve had to ask for help with putting on any kind of jewelry?  I hardly wear any myself- other than my wedding ring, and earrings, I pretty much stopped wearing anything else.  And I usually never change my earrings, keeping in the same 2 pair for years now.  I ended up asking Steve to help me put them in yesterday, and he got them clipped with no problem.  I worry about the clip not holding, but they stayed in well overnight.

currently broken

I wore them all day at work, but decided to take them out tonight to inspect them closer.  Well, one of the hooks came out and now I can’t put it back in.  Steve, my always hero, said he’d take them to work tomorrow so he could look under the microscope to see the holes and put the wire back through and close it off for me.   I’ve been thinking if a jeweler could change the kind of hook / closure on this to something a bit easier to handle.. but I just don’t know if I want to really alter it.  In any case, I did enjoy wearing them today, and will hopefully get to wear them again soon.

lil ol' me


And here’s a pic of me at about the age of 5.. right around the time I actually started playing in mom’s jewelry.  In some ways, I still feel like the lil girl, wanting to play dress up with mom’s stuff.  I honestly don’t know where the blonde came from- my hair is sooo dark now!  So, this post was more or less me thinking of mom, and not much else.  Hey, I never said I was interesting.

Posted January 30, 2012 by Meg's Simple Life in life in general

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So, there you are..   Leave a comment

It’s been since the beginning of the month.. hell, the beginning of the year, that I last wrote in my own blog.  I’m terrible at keeping up with this thing, but I thought it was time I posted some kind of update.  So.. where to begin.  I guess, where I left off.. New Years..

My diabetes is still pretty much out of control.  Well, I can thank the constant eating of duncan hines or betty crocker cakes that my daughter asked me to buy so she could bake, and I could then make meals out of.  I do love me some cake.  Hello, who doesn’t like cake??  And that bike that dear hubby brought home for me, I’ve been on about 5x in all.  I want to, but damn I’m tired when we get home from work.  3 hours in a tin can truck, 5 days a week, on top of an 8.5 hour day at work, and up 2 hours before we have to leave for work.  I just want to collapse when I get home.  I don’t even want dinner.  I don’t even like my family when I get home, asking me “what’s for dinner?”.. most nights I’d like to tell them where they can take their hunger and stuff it, I’m tired.  So, some nights, I’ll cook something quick & ez (unhealthy), or make something that is cooked from refrigerated or frozen (even easier and probably even more unhealthy), or order out.  Yea, as you can see, all bad choices.  I feel like we can all say, stick a fork in her, she’s done.  Overall, I’m not really as unhappy as I sound right now, it’s just.. it is what it is.  I’m glad I at least like my job and it doesn’t make me dread the next day coming.  Been there, done that.. please, never again.  Otherwise, the 3 hours of torture in travel everyday, would be more than enough to tip the scales for me into saying the hell with making money and paying the bills, and putting food on the table.

How about something that makes us all happier!?  Fur babies!  As in, we are getting a new kitty, very very soon!  Her name is Lacy, and she is super adorable.


You know it, I'm cute!

See what I mean?  CUTENESS.  Fluffy puffy furball of joy.  She is just about ready to leave mom & siblings, and we will have her next week!  I just hope the other fur babies take to her fairly quick.  When we brought in the last 2, Peaches & Ginger, the older female here, kinda took to mothering them.  I’m hoping this ends similarly, and they all get along as well.

Then, just when you think everything is going right and moving forward.. your tv dies.  Your awesome 55″ projection monster of a tv.  It was sudden.. no warning.. just dead.  We ended up going to one of those rent to own places on Friday night, after work, to “check out what they had” and by Saturday morning, we had in our possession, a new 60″ hdtv.  Guess what?  Our cable, gets hdtv channels.. but our cable box, doesn’t have the right connectors to get the hdtv signal.  See Steve turn red in frustration as he fights with it, only to realize, we NEED a new cable box.  And our cable office is never open on Saturdays.  And as he told the “person” on the comcast website.. “we work for a living.. send us a new box, we can’t sit at home to wait for someone, or get to the office during their business hours of 9-5, when we don’t get home until 6 or later.”  So, they are UPS’ing a new cable box to us.. I have no idea when it will get here.  And you know the great thing about getting a new tv?  You find out a lot of your other shit, is old.  As in, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to add our components to the tv (things like, vcr, dvd, & home theatre).  It may be time to update our home theatre system soon.. AFTER some other stuff is paid off.. like the new tv of awesomeness.

We're working on the setup of things still.

And because we love our fur babies so much, we got them some new furniture a couple weeks ago..


They love it, and have repeatedly torn the feather toys off of it in a frenzy, much like a shark after a tasty treat.  Fortunately, the toys are replaceable.  Someone was thinking ahead when they made these towers!

So, summing up, life is same ol’ same ol’, kitties are teh awesomeness, and technology is a pain in the rear.  My weekend is over half over, and laundry isn’t gonna do itself.  Damn.  LATERS!

Posted January 29, 2012 by Meg's Simple Life in fur babies, life in general, technology

It’s a new year   4 comments

*disclaimer* this is a slightly lengthy rant and not all that rosy.  It’s a personal struggle, and I’m really ok, most of the time, but I wanted to document this now, to hopefully find a difference in myself- later on.


And I don’t really do “resolutions”.  Because that’s the last thing I need, is to break a promise to myself.  Someone who has always had a hard time liking and accepting herself for who she is, doesn’t need to be breaking promises to make it even worse.  Instead, I’ll just say, I’m tired of the way I feel, and I hope somehow I can make it different.  My type 2 diabetes is kicking my ass, as in, I feel like shit, because it’s running amok, even when I take more meds than I’m supposed to, and deprive myself of food for long periods of time because my sugars are too high.  It’s as though my meds aren’t doing anything the past week, and I *really* don’t want to do insulin.  *shudder* at the thought of needles. So, Steve, being the caring hubby that he is, found a friend getting rid of basically, a brand new exercise bike.  He brought it home for ME.  I got on it one night for 5 minutes, and wanted to DIE.  Ok, so in case you’re not aware, I’m 41, live a very sedentary life, and carry about 100 pounds too much for my body to carry.  Walking the stairs at home, is hard enough, let alone climbing on a bike and pedaling even slowly for 5 minutes, I thought I was going to give myself a heart attack.

So, yesterday, I was hitting rock bottom.. my sugars were so out of control from the time I woke up, I was in tears.  I cried on and off all day, was crabby & miserable to be around.  I tried so hard to just eat “safe” things, and my sugar would still remain jacked up.  I was simply going to just have to not eat.  And I was HUNGRY.  Dinner time arrives, and we had decided on pizza & wings.  Steve told me, eat a lot of wings, they’d be safer than the pizza, and you like wings.  Yea, I like wings, some, but I WANT pizza.  *sigh*  He tells me, spend 10 minutes on the bike before dinner, he just bets my sugar will come down like 30 points.  bwahahahahaha!  So, I got on, put on some music, and nearly died at 12 minutes in.  I wanted to stop at 4 minutes, but just kept going, even though I thought my heart was going to pound right out of my chest.  So, after 12 minutes, my sugars came down a whole whopping 12 points!  Woooooooo.  So, dinner arrives, I take 1 very small slice of pizza, and ate about 12 wings.  I really wasn’t enjoying the wings.  I usually have around 4 wings and a 2-3 slices of pizza.  But I knew the pizza was going to make it worse.  So, I avoided it, kept eating wings.  And drowning myself in water.  Oh, did I mention, I drank about 10 bottles of water yesterday?  That’s a record for me.  All it did, was make me pee more- and did not even make me a tiny bit less hungry.  Tummy growl, chug a bottle of water.  Nope, didn’t work.  Finally, about 8:30pm last night, I gave up.  I was so damn hungry, I couldn’t take it anymore, I took a slice of pizza.  And about 10pm, I grabbed 4 oreos.  Considering the fact that all I’d had to eat all day was that, the dinner earlier, and 2 eggs & 2 peanut granola bars all day long.. I’d say I’d not eaten very much at all.  I didn’t even want to know my sugar before bed last night.  This morning, before even coffee, I checked it, and while not where I’d like it to be, it’s at least my previous morning averages than the super jacked up ones.  But, afraid to eat, still.  I just *know* it’s going to be a mess once I take my first bite of anything.  So, food has become my enemy, and my body hates me, about as much as I have always hated me.

That’s hard to admit openly.  A few people have heard me say it, but I don’t think most people realize the amount of self loathing I’ve carried around most of my life.  I’m not worthy, I’m not smart, I’m not pretty, I’m not an over achieving awesome mom.  What I am is lazy, boring, fat, and ugly on the outside.  What I lack in love & respect of myself, I make up for in love for my family & friends.  They do mean the world to me.  And it is for them, that I continue to fight myself to be better.  I can put on a pretty good face most days, and get through it, but at the end of the day, I’m still just fighting myself.

So, I will be getting on that damn exercise bike until I can’t take it anymore today.  Maybe I’ll actually make it 15 minutes today.  If I can’t, I know I’ll probably beat myself up over it, but there’s always tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day..


Posted January 1, 2012 by Meg's Simple Life in life in general

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Road to recovery- take 2.   Leave a comment

After taking 1 day of prednisone and realizing that was a no go for me, (diabetes is a bitch with meds!), 2 days of Afrin (which, burned like hell, I’d imagine), I found my way back to Urgent Care today, a week and a day after my last visit.  I saw the lovely Dr. Wanda.  She has seen my children previously, and has a fairly pleasant manner about her, so I was pleased for the change of docs from the last visit.  After taking down notes on the last 2 weeks of progress & decline, she listened to my heart & lungs, looked in the ears, nose, & throat, and decided to give me not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 prescriptions!  I feel special.  Well, considering I saw her maybe all of 15 minutes, after I was there for 3 hours.. I don’t know if special fits the bill.  But, at least this should (I hope) get me back to feeling better soon.  After trying to cough up a lung for 2 days, and blowing bits of my brain thru my nostrils periodically thru the week, and feeling like something has taken up residence in my ear and click clacking away, I look forward to some kind of relief.

With the upcoming holiday weekend, (no, not Thanksgiving!  – Veteran’s Day) we plan to travel to see family we haven’t seen for awhile.  I only hope I am well enough to travel then.   Family is important, and life is too short.

Posted November 9, 2011 by Meg's Simple Life in life in general

swimming?   2 comments

I’ve too many thoughts swimming in my head.  Swimming, because it’s full of fluid.  Dripping out of my nose.  I have a pond building up in my nose & it’s backing up into my brain.  I think the left side of my face wants to ‘splode, except for the fact there is this drip.  I’ve never understood how one could be stuffy & runny at the same time.

In any case, I’m not taking the prednisone the urgent care prescribed me.  I took it the first day, and my diabetes was WAY over the top of my top numbers.  I got through to my regular doctor, and was told that if I needed OTC relief, I could use tylenol, afrin (no more than 3 days, due to it’s addictive nature) and diabetic cough syrup if I started feeling congested in my chest.  More than that, I’ll need to see her.  Awesome.  Don’t get me wrong, I like my doctor well enough, but she’s very inconvenient for me to get to for anything other than my quarterly labs & checkups.  She’s only in the office like 3 days a week, and 30 minutes from my home, or 2 hours from my work.  Take your pick, either way, it means I miss a day of work to go see her.   I dislike most doctors, and it took me till I was 32 to find her and haven’t wanted to leave that office since, even though we moved over to the next state, and work over another state yet.

So, I’m sitting here in a half zombie state, trying to make up my mind if I’m going to feel about the same in the morning, or worse, and if I want to make myself go to work tomorrow, or spare everyone around me the contamination.  I’ve never been a big user of the hand sanitizers, but today at work, I washed my hands so much, and sanitized them, then wiped down my area with clorox disinfecting wipes.

Decisions, decisions..

Yea, you know when you're alone, you put the tissue there too.


Hot tea, all day long..


Posted November 3, 2011 by Meg's Simple Life in life in general

Nut bread and stuff   4 comments

Yesterday, we got ready for work as we would any other day, leaving the house at about 7am, to try & beat the rush through the toll road and eventual parking lot that follows, to be at work by 8am.  If we are so much as 5 minutes behind traffic, we end up being 30 minutes late.  It’s crazy, I know!  Anyway, we get about 5 minutes from the parking lot, and the cell phone starts going off.  Don’t bother coming in, the building is shut down to a water main break in the parking lot.  Umm.. we are already there.  We live 45 miles from work, and it was nearly 8am, what time do you *think* we leave to get there by 8am?  Really..

So, we got to the building, ran in quick to grab a few things to maybe do some work from home, and make the return trip.  After getting home, I call urgent care to find out if I can get my daughter’s sick note for the school extended by 1 day, as she was still feeling bad and I kept her home 1 more day than the note allowed, and the school is..well, let’s say there’s no love lost for the school.  They said they would love to give me a note for another day, and since I had to come in to get it, why don’t I bring her in for a follow up to see how she’s doing.  So, the 3 of us (Steve, myself, and Alex) all head to urgent care for said note.  Well, Steve went too, because he’s been sick for almost 2 weeks and it’s bronchitis.  Alex has an ear infection, this we knew from the weekend visit. And so Steve said I should get seen as well, since I’ve been complaining for a few days now as well of not feeling well. Three hours in urgent care.  By the way, we never did do any work from home.

There are reasons that I have grown to *hate* most doctors, and the one we saw yesterday at urgent care, was definitely one of *them*.  I go in for ear pain, nausea, and dizziness, and he goes off about my weight, diabetes, cholesterol, and blood pressure.  I need to try this awesome diet program that has been around for like 30 years, and he himself uses it for the past 10 years, and it’s so amazing it will cure cancer!  Ok, so that last part is an exaggeration, but I swear it was like he was the spokesman for it, and it would fix all our problems.  Can’t quit smoking (Steve) then try the Zone!  Alex is allergic to everything and anything and about to start allergy shots.. no, wait, the ZONE will cure that! (I kid you not.. he pushed it to cure her allergies.) And my earache and nausea had nothing on the Zone!  It would fix my problems and make me forget I wanted to vomit all over this idiot.  Oh wait, scratch that.  1) He is NOT my primary care physician.  I am on meds, and I talk to my doctor at *least* 4x a year, with labs.  2)I’m here for an earache, not a lecture, do I need treatment for my ear or NOT?

Oh, so my treatment.  A 3 day prescription for Prednisone, steroid treatment to maybe reduce the swelling in my ear so the fluid will drain and make the pain go away.  Oh, by the way, this treatment will FUCK UP YOUR SUGAR LEVELS.  I couldn’t eat today.  I had a breakfast sandwich at 8am, a small croissant with 2 pieces of bacon, an egg, and a slice of cheese.  And a coffee.  Three hours later, my sugar reading was 275.  An hour later, it was 265.  I wanted coffee for my throat, it was hurting and my voice was coming & going.  So, skipping food for the day, and having another coffee.  2 hours later, it was again 275.  I was so hungry on the ride home, I tested again, it was finally *just* under 200, (197), and I scarfed down a granola bar.  I didn’t get dinner for another 2 hours after that, and it was 2 slices of pizza.  I don’t even want to know how high my sugar is now.  It’s been just over an hour, maybe 90 minutes since having that, and I fear the over 300 reading.  Oh, by the way, my ear STILL HURTS.  And now, my nose is starting to fill up as well.  Do I continue to take the prednisone for 2 more days that didn’t make my symptoms feel better, and made my sugar so bad I felt worse, and had to just, not eat all day?

I’m ready to say the hell with all of it, and bake some banana nut bread and eat the whole damn loaf.  yea. mmm mmm good.

yes, i could so eat the whole thing, diabetes be damned!

Posted November 2, 2011 by Meg's Simple Life in life in general

Kinda sad   2 comments

Today, the vet called the house to give us results of Tiger’s labs over the weekend.  We weren’t home, but the kids were, and they asked to have us give them a call.  So, I called them back, after getting the message, and was told by the receptionist there, that the vet wanted to talk to us about the results.  There is a virus at work here, she said, and he wants to talk about it more with us.  Before we hung up, it was decided tomorrow around 6pm we’d be in to talk, and then I asked, is there a diagnosis listed, in case I may have questions for the vet?  She told me, it was FIP.  Go ahead, google it (like I did, while at work), I’ll wait.

So, basically, I broke down at work, in full Halloween gear, complete with huge fake glittery eyelashes, after reading that my kitty has a death sentence.  And to top it off, it’s transmittable to my other 3 kitties.  So can’t wait to see the vet tomorrow. Ya, Happy Halloween.  =,(

My Tiger kitty.



Posted October 31, 2011 by Meg's Simple Life in life in general

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