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There was one story I missed out about my hospital stay.

I think it was on the Friday, the quiet lady in the next bed was having seizures several times a day. They were not epileptic seizures - I didn’t know there were other types, but it seems there are.

She came out of a particularly bad one and her brother said something I didn’t catch. She started to cry. And when I say cry, we’re not talking quiet sobs, but loud howls of anguish which cut down to the soul. She went on to cry for two hours. I have never cried for two hours, even when my parents died. Maybe I’m just hard hearted.

Meanwhile, the five others in the bay, including me, were all on drips. IV lines run through a little machine which I think is both a pump and a measure. If the cannula gets blocked or the IV finishes the machine makes a burbling sound like a mobile phone to alert the nurse.

Just after the anguished lady started to cry and all the nurses were round her, every one of the machines started to burble their alarms. All five.

It was bedlam. I’ve never heard anything like it.

All five of us were looking at each other wondering if there was anything we could do, but obviously there wasn’t. So that was a stand-out moment. I still wonder what it was that the lady’s brother said that so upset her.

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What a fun day and something it's been. Ian went to pick up Jasper yesterday and our credit card wasn't working (dunno if they rang it correctly because it works today) so rather than half on the credit card and half from our bank account. All of it came from our bank account.

Then when Ian went to the pharmacy the vet wrote the prescription on the wrong paper. Apparently the pain med is a controlled substance.

But by then the vet was closed.

So a phone call to the emergency vet to make sure they could give Jasper the medicine with only an itemized receipt.

Three dogs died while we waited for three and a half hours. I watched a lady name jewelry and chatted while she waited for them to work out a way to treat her cat that was more affordable. She gave me a cute little wire work and bead ring.

Then we were called back. I asked if the gabapentin we give him for anxiety that was prescribed to Miso for pain after his surgery could be used. Because he didn't write anything down or touch the carrier just read the receipt and we already had the pills. They didn't charge us.

I love vets. I got a brief look at Cat Middleton their office cat.

It was midnight. We set up the air mattress for me so Ian could be with Jazzy in the isolation room.

Jasper is walking around and has eaten some. I've spent all day in the isolation room with him.

I made the mistake of looking up whatbthe prognosis is if it's melanoma. It's a death sentence. But!!!! We don't know it's melanoma. It's more likely not to be. So I'm trying to focus on the good.

He's home. He's doing okay and he's not angry at us.




With the cone and without the cone:


I'm still a bit squeamish about the stitches but he still looks handsome. Crossposted on IJ/LJ/DW.

I was going to write a silly post about my quest for cake and how delicious it was when I finally got it but then the vet called.

Jasper's surgery was this morning. He's currently doing well BUT they found a pigmented structure that could potentially be the big C behind his eye. It's been removed for biopsy and is probably not Melanoma but we are having it tested obviously.

Fuck.

My birthday is on Tuesday. My 20th wedding anniversary is on Wednesday.

My cat may have cancer to go with his kidney disease.

I'm not ready to lose another one. I know Jazzy is old but...

Crossposted on IJ/LJ/DW.

I suppose there's no hiding it anymore. I'm aging. And while my brain wants to age gracefully, with acceptance and positivity, my heart often gets in the way.

I can definitively say that music is my trigger. Nothing can make me cry out of the blue like a piece of music. I went to the trusty (rusty?) TiVO this weekend - yes, it still works! - and I watched a couple Great Performances.

1. Henry Mancini's 100th birthday anniversary at the Hollywood Bowl and,
2. Rodger's and Hammerstein's 80th anniversary concert

First, I should point out that I didn't have to look up any of the artists to spell their names correctly. That's how ingrained they are in my life. Second, I didn't actually cry at any of this, but I did get sad.

I could tell that most of the crowd at the Hollywood Bowl seemed to appreciate the music, but did not understand the history and weight of it. Mancini's daughter, Monica, singing "Two for the Road" should have brought the house down, but there was mere applause. I think that's because most of the audience was born after Mancini's heyday. I'm not even a particular fan, but I can't get "Moon River" out of my damn head.

Cynthia Erivo sang "Le Jazz Hot" from Victor/Victoria, and she sang the heck out of it, but not the hell out of it, which is what Julie Andrews did with it. I'm not knocking Erivo, either. I know she wanted to give it her own spin and energy, but it's just not the same energy as Andrews' (go to 2:53 for when the song picks up if you don't [why why WHY??] want to view the whole thing).

In other Songs Taking Up Residence In My Head Since Last Weekend, I feel like the singers of the Rogers and Hammerstein special had more energy, as did the audience. Maybe because musicals are so open to interpretation, the performance can be different, but still compelling. I just have to share this tiny bit of Marisha Wallace's Ado Annie from Oklahoma. That's a production I wish I could see! If you want to hear the whole song, the audio alone is on YouTube.

Watching the R&S special made me want to dig out my DVDs or find an Old Movie Streaming package. Is anyone else not unpacking DVDs since streaming hit? I know there's lots of good, new "stuff" out there, some of which I'm likely to talk about soon. But sometimes, I just want to old lady wallow in some movie musical magic.

So, is this a post about aging? Not exactly; I can see that it turned into my thoughts on the specials. But if you want one tiny piece of Old Lady lore to take with you, remember this - I can't hear "Don't Stop Believin'" in any form without getting teary. I didn't even successfully type this moisture-free. I think it's the anthem of my life - once a message to follow, now a nodding regret.

love, lore

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Glorious beautiful rain. Hopefully this means we're Out of fire danger.

Made delicious naan but our Aldis order didn't include our cake or onions. So rather than our Indian food dinner we ate frozen taquitos.

Jasper has been stressed by getting his meds three times a day mess. Crossposted on IJ/LJ/DW.