Marmot of Leave
Oct. 11th, 2024 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoSometimes I wake up, and my consciousness is not yet fully connected to my body, and I think "oh, this is great! Nothing hurts!" Then, as I gradually resettle into the physical world, I'm like "oh, except for here . . . and that there . . . okay fine, whatever, situation normal." But that moment when I THINK I'm awake, and yet everything is fine, is very nice.
I'm double-exhausted now, after such a fun morning with Bird Baby. She was actually smiling when she arrived, and didn't seem worried at all about her daddy leaving. She marched right into the house to see what was going on. I left the dolls down here on purpose to see if she'd like them. They got more play time than they've had for many years, and I'm sure they too are tired but happy. Paula the doll usually sits in the little chair that Grandfather sanded and stained, and Grandmother painted with a beautiful sun face, long long ago when the Nipper was small. Bird Baby correctly determined that this was the only chair of the three that she could sit in. She wanted to sit in one of the painted rocking chairs that Deb made for the other two dolls, but as slender as she is, she has grown a little too big for that. I was making toast for Great Uncle Sparrowhawk, and offered her a piece. "I like jelly!" she told me. So she sat at the little table with the dolls and had toast and raspberry jam.
Then I remembered that we had a kid-sized rocking chair upstairs. She came up with me to get it, and saw the basket of stuffed animals, so we had to bring that downstairs too, and unpack it with great interest. She quite liked my octopus family and carried them around for awhile. Then we went outside and had a great old time chasing the blue ball around the yard, playing with watering cans, rattling sticks, and making ivy wreaths. Back inside for some strawberries and blueberries . . . it seemed like no time until Dr. Music came back for her. I'll bet she sleeps well tonight. Dr. Music professed himself happy that she seems to feel quite at home here, and that makes me very happy too. I don't know why it is, but I'm very happy that it is. I think it partly has to do with her remarkable memory. She listens to everything and stores it away, and she probably recalls that there were fun times here before.
On the not so bright side, the Lumberjack texted in the middle of our blueberry revel to say that Tron had a fever this morning, and they had gone to the hospital for tests. A CAT scan showed some spots on her lungs, possibly infection and possibly inflammation. While awaiting a specialist to evaluate things, they admitted her for observation, and are treating her with IV antibiotics on the hypothesis that she has pneumonia. They also speculate that she might have an infection from her chemo port. My poor baby! She has been brave for so long. I hope they can quickly identify and knock out this adversary, whatever it is. We of course told the Lumberjack we could come any time. We await more news.
I'm double-exhausted now, after such a fun morning with Bird Baby. She was actually smiling when she arrived, and didn't seem worried at all about her daddy leaving. She marched right into the house to see what was going on. I left the dolls down here on purpose to see if she'd like them. They got more play time than they've had for many years, and I'm sure they too are tired but happy. Paula the doll usually sits in the little chair that Grandfather sanded and stained, and Grandmother painted with a beautiful sun face, long long ago when the Nipper was small. Bird Baby correctly determined that this was the only chair of the three that she could sit in. She wanted to sit in one of the painted rocking chairs that Deb made for the other two dolls, but as slender as she is, she has grown a little too big for that. I was making toast for Great Uncle Sparrowhawk, and offered her a piece. "I like jelly!" she told me. So she sat at the little table with the dolls and had toast and raspberry jam.
Then I remembered that we had a kid-sized rocking chair upstairs. She came up with me to get it, and saw the basket of stuffed animals, so we had to bring that downstairs too, and unpack it with great interest. She quite liked my octopus family and carried them around for awhile. Then we went outside and had a great old time chasing the blue ball around the yard, playing with watering cans, rattling sticks, and making ivy wreaths. Back inside for some strawberries and blueberries . . . it seemed like no time until Dr. Music came back for her. I'll bet she sleeps well tonight. Dr. Music professed himself happy that she seems to feel quite at home here, and that makes me very happy too. I don't know why it is, but I'm very happy that it is. I think it partly has to do with her remarkable memory. She listens to everything and stores it away, and she probably recalls that there were fun times here before.
On the not so bright side, the Lumberjack texted in the middle of our blueberry revel to say that Tron had a fever this morning, and they had gone to the hospital for tests. A CAT scan showed some spots on her lungs, possibly infection and possibly inflammation. While awaiting a specialist to evaluate things, they admitted her for observation, and are treating her with IV antibiotics on the hypothesis that she has pneumonia. They also speculate that she might have an infection from her chemo port. My poor baby! She has been brave for so long. I hope they can quickly identify and knock out this adversary, whatever it is. We of course told the Lumberjack we could come any time. We await more news.
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Date: 2024-10-12 05:32 am (UTC)bird baby's adventures warmed my heart.
and oh tron. fingers crossed for her that it's little and easily managed. i salute the lumberjack for getting her seen to asap.
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Date: 2024-10-12 01:37 pm (UTC)Bird Baby sounds like an absolute delight.