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I went with Rob to work yesterday. I just felt like I needed to be distracted. We were shooting in a gorgeous 1860s Bed and Breakfast. It felt like a historic house where I was allowed to sit on the furniture. Because the shoot went late (they wrapped at 4am), they had booked all the rooms and we pretty much were told "pick one" when we got there. I of course grabbed the room with the canopy bed, claw foot tub and corner view. It was really nice to be distracted working on something so engrosing and physical. It felt like a very different place. I was having a great time plotting an 1890s dinner party/weekend house party. They have a parlor, we could have PARLOR GAMES. And the owner of the house at one point was the first woman to chair the county bar association, in 1897. The other spinster sister was a woodworker and had a workshop on the third floor where she made furniture. The ownder actually was very excited about the possibility of us having a costume dinner there.

I crashed at 1am when I couldn't keep my eyes open, 8am was breakfast and we were home by 11. Rob went straight back to bed and didn't stagger back out till 3pm. But I sat down at the computer and kept seeing all the things belonging to my baby all around. I saw the mess from feeding him, the scale was still out, hell his dirty cage is still there. All the emotions I avoided yesterday just kinda came flooding back.

I finally convinced myself to try on my dress for saturday so I could fit the shoulder straps. It looked far less unflattering than I anticipated..and somehow that made me burst into tears...*sigh*...guess I should sew the shoulders down now. I need to put in sleeves still and hem the dress. Then I definitely need a bodiced petticoat or I can't wear it as it's see through, and I was realy hoping for an open robe...but I guess I should abandon that now.

sad news

May. 10th, 2015 06:32 pm
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Momo was down even more weight this morning. I knew it was bad. He'd been getting 12 syringes of food, he was even nibbling his own food, and yet his weight was steadily plummeting. I could feel the bones in his back.

Rob called the vet to try and make an appointment for tomorrow. But his regular vet is out of the office this week, so our options were wait a week (not an option) or go see their other exotic vet today on an "emergency" basis. So we put him in the carrier and made the drive. I was fairly certain as we drove there that the news would not be good. I can do the math. He was getting well over his caloric needs and he was still dropping. He wasn't having diarrhea or vomitting, he just wasn't absorbing anything from his food. And he wasn't drinking like normal.

So all that knowing it wasn't good? Still meant when the vet came back after calling to consult with our normal vet to tell us that his prognosis was very poor and they recommended saying goodbye I was completely unprepared and bawled my eyes out...I think I alarmed the vet tech.

We pretty much had two choices. We try a heavy duty anti-biotic, more syringe feeding and an appetite stimulant, or we say goodbye. The vet was pretty clear that she didn't think his chances were good, he was skin and bones and not acting himself. His organs were probably already shutting down. But that didn't make the choice any easier. I know how he hated having anything fed to him, he hated taking meds, he hated being wrapped in a towel and having things shoved in his mouth...but saying goodbye to my baby was the hardest thing I think I've ever done. And it didn't help that during the time they gave us to say goodbye he just settled right into my chest and snuggled. I wanted to hold him forever.

victory!

Jul. 6th, 2012 10:52 pm
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I have sleeves!! All that's left now is hemming! holy mackrel it's a week before the event and I'm pretty much wearable...woah..this is a bizzare feeling. 

The waist line is really buggin' me though it's so freakin high! ugh. maybe tomorrow I'll try it on with stays and see if that helps. I'm thinking when my boobs are flat it'll actually lay flatter and sit lower *fingers crossed* 

Tomorrow on what is supposed to be one of the hottest days of the year we're apparently having a yard sale. It's more my upstairs neighbors yard sale and I'm along for the ride. I've got a small pile of things, if I clear $5.00 I'll be SHOCKED. but I figured why not right? 


In which I lose a chinchilla )

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I finally finished my pocket hoops!

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YAY! When I sat down infront of the cage for treat time today and opened up the door Roku hopped right out and into my lap! He came out and in probably 10 times. Let me pick him up and pet him. He was not into the tummy rub and did try to nip me then. I put him straight back in the cage. He hopped right back out and didn't try to nip again. It was so fun! He's so very soft! Momo on the other hand was chillin' in the hammock with just his big eyes and big ears stickin' up at me. I'm so in love :-D
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YAY! When I sat down infront of the cage for treat time today and opened up the door Roku hopped right out and into my lap! He came out and in probably 10 times. Let me pick him up and pet him. He was not into the tummy rub and did try to nip me then. I put him straight back in the cage. He hopped right back out and didn't try to nip again. It was so fun! He's so very soft! Momo on the other hand was chillin' in the hammock with just his big eyes and big ears stickin' up at me. I'm so in love :-D

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