So I'll start small.
While my head was down, spring happened. The plum tree bloomed and the blooms are all gone now. We had a run of days that came close to eighty degrees and then twenty-four hours of rain and snow last week and now it's back up to spring temperatures. (Not like I'd know unless I ask Alexa to tell me the weather; I haven't been outside once today and it's already getting onto 2:30 in the afternoon.)
I've been inside all day working on homework. There's a group project going on that's due on Monday at 4:00 a.m. and, as usual, only about half the group were actually instrumental in getting it done. I spent most of yesterday working on it and part of this morning. Now I'm at the point where I'm frustrated that no one else is doing anything. That's how I know I'm finished with my part. I've brought it to the point where I'm, like, well, if this is what we hand in, my grade can take the hit. If the lazy ones can also take the hit, then that's fine. I've done what I'm going to do.
Then I took a nap. And got up still feeling the same way, so I guess I really am done!
Dave took Gray Kitty out to his vet appointment this morning to check on his bladder. Poor Gray Kitty has always always always had bladder and urine problems that are made worse by stress. His most recent problem is a persistent UTI and some kind of stone in his bladder. He was on antibiotics for weeks and today had to have a urine sample and x-ray done. The UTI seems better, but the stone does not, so he may need surgery, poor thing.
Judi had Crunch put to sleep last week. He had gotten to the point where he was not able to get up anymore and after months of drugs and acupuncture and vet visits, she decided it was too much. She texted me as they were getting ready to take him to the vet. I didn't get to say goodbye to him, but I guess that happened for a reason. Dave and I went to visit her and Paul in the afternoon. Dave and Buzz, the new puppy, get along really well and I think Buzz will be a comfort to Judi and Paul now that Crunch is gone. They always said that Crunch was the best dog they ever had (and Paul used to say that it was because he was the first dog that Judi didn't pick out--the breeder selected which dog they could have and they got Crunch). He was a really sweet pup and as they say in all the books, he's gone to his reward.
Mmmm.
Here's some photos:
Kelly and Kevin went to Florida last month and Kelly texted me this picture she took of their pal who was hanging out at the pond near where they were staying. Out of all the animals in the animal kingdom that scare me, this is, like, top five.
On the way to the hospital, sometime last month. I'm finished with that hospital now and the drive to the new one isn't nearly as interesting.
This is the new hospital, just inside the locked doors, near the elevators where my clinical group splits up. A few of us go onto the children and adolescent unit, a few of us go to the adult unit, and a couple of us go off to work with the case managers.
You want to know how a crazy person sleeps? Well, there you go. That's assessment data from one of the patients. Of course, that is with a metric shit ton of a potent antipsychotic on board, but still. Maybe what I need to cure my insomnia is a big dose of an antipsychotic...
I haven't thrown in over a year. I threw that very, very basic cup today. The clay was too hard and David's wheel way too slow for me (I'm a speed demon when it comes to throwing) and I ruined two more cups after that, so I cleaned up the wheel and took that picture.
Did I ever share this photo of myself? I had just gotten out of clinicals and had to change into street clothes to go to see some school administrator or other. Since I had to wait around, I went into this old school women's restroom (like, old school, with a sitting area and everything) and took a selfie in the mirror. Do I always look this smug? No wonder my instructors love me. (Lol, as the kids say.)
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