Just a few goings on around here…
Tim’s been cleared by the doctor!
The guy said that the bone appears to be healing well, and that the process can’t be hurt. So Tim can resume to normal activity levels, with the caution to (duh) stop anything if it starts to hurt.
The orthopedist was actually quite impressed with Tim’s progress. Apparently, with this kind of break, people usually say that they don’t quite feel back to normal for about six months. (Thank god I didn’t hear that estimate initially.)
Of course, Tim isn’t saying he’s back to normal, but he’s been off the walker for about a week and is able to put around 85% of his weight on the foot.
Pity the kitty
When we took Patches to the vet, we found out she had indeed lost weight. Apparently, she’s down to 12 lbs. Back in October she was almost 17 lbs.
Thanks to Pandora’s playfulness, Patches hides out more than she used to, which means less food. But the vet was still concerned about hyperthyroidism.
Those blood tests came back fine, but we were told her glucose is at 464. The normal range tops out around 179. Zoiks!
Tim’s dropping her off (he’s driving again, woot!) tomorrow morning. They’ll do a urinalysis to check for glucose. If she turns out to be diabetic — which, yeah, she almost definitely is — they’ll get us set up with insulin.
Hopefully, she adjusts to needles quickly.
I knew Pandora was getting big. I notice it a lot as she hurtles toward me while I’m sitting on the couch. Or jumps on me while I’m sitting on the couch. Or jumps up at me in general.
But now it’s official. The vet’s scale pronounced her 67 lbs.
Some of you have asked for pictures, so this section of the post is for you. I made the images bigger because, well, she’s a dark dog in a house with crappy lighting. For reference, you can click here for the pictures we took when we first got her at age 12 weeks.
Where my mom is concerned, Pandora is a lap dog. I think maybe she thought Mom had food. I think maybe she thinks Mom always has food.
Pandora loves to look out the window, draping herself over the back of the couch. Perhaps most adorably, she parks her butt on the arm of the couch.
She claimed my chair the other day:
And here are some in (gasp) actual sunlight.
Here’s one with Tim (5’11”) in the shot, to give you some size perspective.
Incidentally, the people who adopted Pandora’s brother did a DNA test. She came back primarily Lab, part Australian Shepherd (which probably explains the natural bob tail) and some Pit. Between the lab and pit genes, she gold medals in the Sad Puppy Dog Eyes.
Who needs food anyway?
I have about two months before we take off to see friends (and Tim’s family) in Washington. Which means it’s time to get back to a lower weight.
I was seriously overeating for a couple of weights, so it’s lucky that I didn’t gain more weight than I did. Instead, I’m about 10 lbs heavier than I was when I left for FinCon. Less muscle definition, though, so call it 15 lbs of gained fat/weight.
Sunday was my first day of lower calories. Nothing crazy, just enough to lose one to two pounds a week. In the next day or two, I’ll start using dumbbells and (ugh) doing stuff like squats.
It sucks, but I’ll feel better once I’m doing it. And once my clothes aren’t quite as tight.
And starting this early means I can probably come away a couple of pounds lighter than my FinCon weight. (Even that was about 10 lbs over my truly fit weight.) So it could be a good thing.
I’ll add aerobic exercise in once I’m back in contacts. I’m not quite sure when that will be, though. My eye exam is today, but then they’ll have to order new lenses. And they may be specialty ones, according to my last conversation with the ophthalmologist. At any rate, I’ll put in the order and then count the days. And then grumble while I exercise.
Anyone else resolving to lose weight/exercise right about now? Anyone feel like telling me how manageable insulin injections are (for a cat)?