Well, that's a little better
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pameladeanChumley does not have lymphoma. He is home, with a feeding tube and an Elizabethan collar, neither of which he appreciates. Lydy is finding putting the liquid nourishment down the tube a lot harder than the vet techs made out it would be. And she had to stay home from work. The only other person in the household who might be able to feed C while she's gone is me, and while I am willing to try I am not very sanguine about my success.
He is a large cat and does not acknowledge my authority.
They want him fed five times a day at regular intervals. What they think people do for a living and how they expect this to work I have no idea. The U is great, but they do often act as if everybody had a host of eager students willing to do stuff like this round the clock.
In other news, I wrote 600 words on Monday, and this morning while I was reading over the new stuff at Eric's while he made coffee, I realized that this could be the end of the chapter. I've done what I wanted to do in it, though not at all the way I had envisioned, and it happens to stop with a nice little rhetorical flourish. So, I think Zeno's Chapter got done while I wasn't looking.
"So," said Eric when I told him, ever helpful, "where does Chapter 4 start?" Some people's readers.
I've seen preliminary cover art for The Secret Country, and it's beautiful.
David got paid for the first part of his short-term contract, which is good. I have nagged my agent to nag my publisher about the book proposal, and must do so again.
I finished Linda Nagata's Limit of Vision, some time ago. It ends on something of a cliffhanger, but I found the entire thing very impressive. It's way, way outside what I could ever write, and to my comparatively untutored mind unfolded like a fantastical scientific puzzlebox in unexpected directions. I really liked it very much indeed.
I am now rereading the Liavek anthologies in earnest. It's a bit embarrassing how much I still like my stories.
Raphael and I are slogging through episodes of "Angel," mostly at this point waiting for Faith to show up. We just saw "The Prodigal," and were stark amazed at how the same writers could produce such good contemporary scenes and such incredibly lame stupid dopey stereotyped anachronistic boring interminable historical scenes. It's as if the moment they put the characters in eighteenth-century clothing, the writers become possessed by, by, I don't know what. The Ghost of History Dumbed Down and made all Pseudo-Freudian. Argh. We are now current on "Buffy" and still very, very wary and generally untrusting and easily annoyed.
A few days ago Raphael came into the kitchen looking deeply amused and asked me, "Am I making this up, or did you say there wasn't anything wrong with the first X-Men movie except that it didn't have any cats in it?" I admitted to having said something like that, and Raphael made me come and see the trailer. Well! One cat, anyway!
He is a large cat and does not acknowledge my authority.
They want him fed five times a day at regular intervals. What they think people do for a living and how they expect this to work I have no idea. The U is great, but they do often act as if everybody had a host of eager students willing to do stuff like this round the clock.
In other news, I wrote 600 words on Monday, and this morning while I was reading over the new stuff at Eric's while he made coffee, I realized that this could be the end of the chapter. I've done what I wanted to do in it, though not at all the way I had envisioned, and it happens to stop with a nice little rhetorical flourish. So, I think Zeno's Chapter got done while I wasn't looking.
"So," said Eric when I told him, ever helpful, "where does Chapter 4 start?" Some people's readers.
I've seen preliminary cover art for The Secret Country, and it's beautiful.
David got paid for the first part of his short-term contract, which is good. I have nagged my agent to nag my publisher about the book proposal, and must do so again.
I finished Linda Nagata's Limit of Vision, some time ago. It ends on something of a cliffhanger, but I found the entire thing very impressive. It's way, way outside what I could ever write, and to my comparatively untutored mind unfolded like a fantastical scientific puzzlebox in unexpected directions. I really liked it very much indeed.
I am now rereading the Liavek anthologies in earnest. It's a bit embarrassing how much I still like my stories.
Raphael and I are slogging through episodes of "Angel," mostly at this point waiting for Faith to show up. We just saw "The Prodigal," and were stark amazed at how the same writers could produce such good contemporary scenes and such incredibly lame stupid dopey stereotyped anachronistic boring interminable historical scenes. It's as if the moment they put the characters in eighteenth-century clothing, the writers become possessed by, by, I don't know what. The Ghost of History Dumbed Down and made all Pseudo-Freudian. Argh. We are now current on "Buffy" and still very, very wary and generally untrusting and easily annoyed.
A few days ago Raphael came into the kitchen looking deeply amused and asked me, "Am I making this up, or did you say there wasn't anything wrong with the first X-Men movie except that it didn't have any cats in it?" I admitted to having said something like that, and Raphael made me come and see the trailer. Well! One cat, anyway!
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Date: 2003-02-26 12:09 pm (UTC)Both for you and your chapter and for Chumley, because even with Elizabethan collar and feeding tube, not having lymphoma is still a good.
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Date: 2003-02-26 12:10 pm (UTC)And did I ever mention that the first novel Soren read aloud to me was The Dubious Hills?
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Date: 2003-02-26 12:39 pm (UTC)As for The Dubious Hills, wow, no, I had no idea. Does it work for that -- reading aloud, I mean? I'm impressed, possibly mostly with Soren.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-02-26 12:40 pm (UTC)Pamela
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Date: 2003-02-26 12:44 pm (UTC)I was so tickled pink by that cat scene in the X2 trailer.
Does this mean that the X-Men movie is perfect, now?
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Date: 2003-02-26 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-26 02:13 pm (UTC)I am of course consumed with curiosity to know what the other book is.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-02-26 02:15 pm (UTC)As for the first movie's now being Perfect? Hmm. Well, if they always show the trailer after it. And replace some of the scenes they cut that are included as part of the DVD.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-02-26 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-26 03:01 pm (UTC)MKK
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Date: 2003-02-26 03:35 pm (UTC)Pamela
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Date: 2003-02-26 04:52 pm (UTC)Xavier and Jean in Cerebro? Definitely. They can make room by cutting Wolverine's fight with Mystique by about half.
But, for it to be _perfect_, Storm should work on her accent, Jean should work on her spine, Scott should sleep on the couch until he swears never to use the words "my girl" again, Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart should just kiss already, and Mystique should PUT ON SOME PANTS. (All those years of being the only bisexual in the Marvel Universe have driven her mad, and now she's the Poor Tom of the X-Men movie. "World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee...")
The next one does look awfully promising.
R.
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Date: 2003-02-26 05:03 pm (UTC)He is a large cat and does not acknowledge my authority.
They want him fed five times a day at regular intervals. What they think people do for a living and how they expect this to work I have no idea. The U is great, but they do often act as if everybody had a host of eager students willing to do stuff like this round the clock.
It becomes easier with practice ... both y'all and the cat will figure out what does and doesn't work :-) One trick I've found with tube feeding cats is to make sure you GO SLOW pushing stuff thru the tube (too fast, and he's going to vomit!). About 2-3 ml per minute seems to be about right to start with, for most cats (YMMV). With first cat I tube fed (my own cat, and my patient :-)), I found her max volume per feeding was about 60 ml ... and we worked up to that volume over a week or so, IIRC. The total volume/calorie intake was the most important part, so getting to bigger feedings each time meant fewer times to have to do it (I started out at every 2 hours around the clock, at home, without help).
Another help was to find a quiet place we could sit down and do the feeding - I put her on my lap on a towel, initially; later we graduated to both of us sitting on the bed, side by side.
As to the tube feeding being a PITA - it sure as heck beats the alternative (force-feeding the cat with a syringe ... something the cat learns to HATE with a passion real fast!). And giving meds by way of the stomach tube is a lot easier, too! :-)
Melissa the Vet
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Date: 2003-02-26 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-27 11:20 am (UTC)Pamela
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Date: 2003-02-27 11:24 am (UTC)Pamela
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Date: 2003-02-27 07:12 pm (UTC)Then again, I don't see very many movies.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-02-28 07:49 pm (UTC)Ranj and I are currently debating whether or not (poteron...e...gods, Greek is invading my freaking life. This is all your fault, I hope you realize that. *grin*) anyway, whether or not to see the re-make of Willard, with Crispin Glover, that's coming out sometime soon. I'm not sure that I want to watch a movie that defames sweet ratties, no matter how many cute ratties it has in it.
We have a huge cable movie channel package because I like to have the tv on, but I don't watch network tv (and CNN has been making me cry lately), so I end up seeing bits of lots of movies.
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Date: 2003-03-01 10:04 pm (UTC)There's no sign of life there, though, and we do mention it to her from time to time.
K.