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Yesterday was Happy Fun Day!(tm) out here at Sanctuary. First, Phooka had a doctor's appointment at 9 in the morning. Then, the school called us to letus know that we needed to pick Bear-Cub up. Why? Because she was breaking out in hives so bad that it literally looked like someone had taken a belt to her back, legs, chest, and stomach. And her hands were swollen to twice their normal size by the time![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
catchild got there. So, Phooka and Bear-Cub go to see the doctor. We are now keeping a food log on Phooka, because she's fallen rather severly off of her own little growth chart. She's still her normal, very active, cheerful self, she's just not gaining any weight. At all.
And Bear-Cub is allergic to chicken feathers. Since we slaughtered and butchered two chickes on Sunday, and the feathers were the only new things that she's come into contact with for a 72 hour period, and her hands were the worst off, the Dr said that it was probably chicken feathers. Now we get to watch to see if she's developed a sensetivity to chicken as a result.
At 3 in the afternoon (Great, now I've got Rolling Stones going through my head) Catchild, all three girls, and myself piled into the van and headed up to Columbia for Bear-Cub's scheduled eye-exam and various other errands. Bear-Cub needs glasses; she's near-sighted in one eye and far-sighted in the other. Several fleece blankets were bought in prep for winter, and then we narrowly avoided running straight into one ofwarinbear's ex-lovers. Don't get me wrong, I've met a few of them, and almost universally like them. My husband normally has very good taste in women.
F is just a prime example of why you don't let someon move in with you for a serious relationship when you've never seen or interacted with them face-to-face. She turned out to be a very different person in RL than she was online. She left 5 or so months after I moved in. The break-up was not pretty, and most of it was in fact quite firmly her own damn fault.
In any case, that put both Catchild and myself quite firmly on edge. The kids were badly hurt by the whole episode, and we didn't want to put them through that again. So we dodged around another aisle, finished our shopping quickly, and headed out to Shoney's to get dinner.
Suffice it to say that after dinner, Puppy was most certainly not getting dessert due to wild and unruly behaviour, and that we left with our tempers a good deal shorter than when we had arrived. And then, when we got home, Bear-Cub got very whiny, pissy, and snarly. Above and beyond what was acceptable given her itchy body and itchy and achy hands. So, no dessert for Bear-Cub, either.
And Drake is going in to get spayed today, so she wasn't allowed anything to eat after 7 last night, which is when we got home, and has been locked in Catchild's room and bathroom since then. Her yowls are very piercing.
Yesterday was Happy Fun Day!(tm) out here at Sanctuary. First, Phooka had a doctor's appointment at 9 in the morning. Then, the school called us to letus know that we needed to pick Bear-Cub up. Why? Because she was breaking out in hives so bad that it literally looked like someone had taken a belt to her back, legs, chest, and stomach. And her hands were swollen to twice their normal size by the time
catchild got there. So, Phooka and Bear-Cub go to see the doctor. We are now keeping a food log on Phooka, because she's fallen rather severly off of her own little growth chart. She's still her normal, very active, cheerful self, she's just not gaining any weight. At all.And Bear-Cub is allergic to chicken feathers. Since we slaughtered and butchered two chickes on Sunday, and the feathers were the only new things that she's come into contact with for a 72 hour period, and her hands were the worst off, the Dr said that it was probably chicken feathers. Now we get to watch to see if she's developed a sensetivity to chicken as a result.
At 3 in the afternoon (Great, now I've got Rolling Stones going through my head) Catchild, all three girls, and myself piled into the van and headed up to Columbia for Bear-Cub's scheduled eye-exam and various other errands. Bear-Cub needs glasses; she's near-sighted in one eye and far-sighted in the other. Several fleece blankets were bought in prep for winter, and then we narrowly avoided running straight into one of
warinbear's ex-lovers. Don't get me wrong, I've met a few of them, and almost universally like them. My husband normally has very good taste in women.F is just a prime example of why you don't let someon move in with you for a serious relationship when you've never seen or interacted with them face-to-face. She turned out to be a very different person in RL than she was online. She left 5 or so months after I moved in. The break-up was not pretty, and most of it was in fact quite firmly her own damn fault.
In any case, that put both Catchild and myself quite firmly on edge. The kids were badly hurt by the whole episode, and we didn't want to put them through that again. So we dodged around another aisle, finished our shopping quickly, and headed out to Shoney's to get dinner.
Suffice it to say that after dinner, Puppy was most certainly not getting dessert due to wild and unruly behaviour, and that we left with our tempers a good deal shorter than when we had arrived. And then, when we got home, Bear-Cub got very whiny, pissy, and snarly. Above and beyond what was acceptable given her itchy body and itchy and achy hands. So, no dessert for Bear-Cub, either.
And Drake is going in to get spayed today, so she wasn't allowed anything to eat after 7 last night, which is when we got home, and has been locked in Catchild's room and bathroom since then. Her yowls are very piercing.
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Date: 2004-11-16 06:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
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