Introducing Betty White

[daftcat75]

How thoughtful of Betty! Hope lunch is a success.

Half of lunch already eaten. I think she’s on the mend. No further spits.

 

[tarasgirl06]

Half of lunch already eaten. I think she’s on the mend. No further spits.

Hoping dinner was a success as well, and breakfast!

 

[daftcat75]

Hoping dinner was a success as well, and breakfast!

Dinner was a success. She left a little on second dinner. But she ate breakfast in a timely fashion. There’s still a little left. But that will be gone by lunch.

I thought I had a few more days left on her Gabapentin. But I figured since I was likely to run out over the weekend, I got her refill rolling on Tuesday. I didn’t get the text until too late last night. This morning it looks like I have one or two doses left. I will be picking up the new stash at lunch today.

I think I’m going to call the dentist next week. Let’s see if I can get her in over the summer before my seasonal depression returns and puts it off for another six months.

 

[tarasgirl06]

Dinner was a success. She left a little on second dinner. But she ate breakfast in a timely fashion. There’s still a little left. But that will be gone by lunch.

I thought I had a few more days left on her Gabapentin. But I figured since I was likely to run out over the weekend, I got her refill rolling on Tuesday. I didn’t get the text until too late last night. This morning it looks like I have one or two doses left. I will be picking up the new stash at lunch today.

I think I’m going to call the dentist next week. Let’s see if I can get her in over the summer before my seasonal depression returns and puts it off for another six months.

Yeah, I recall you have SAD. So hope you can get Betty's teef bright and shiny and healthy soon. And hope her Gaba will be enough to hold her until she gets her new supply. Elvis didn't do a great job on yesterday's brunch, but he improved with salmon for dinner. This morning he's doing well on his chicken & turkey, a favorite.

 

[daftcat75]

Yeah, I recall you have SAD. So hope you can get Betty's teef bright and shiny and healthy soon. And hope her Gaba will be enough to hold her until she gets her new supply. Elvis didn't do a great job on yesterday's brunch, but he improved with salmon for dinner. This morning he's doing well on his chicken & turkey, a favorite.

Apparently getting things done is a struggle for most neurodivergents. It's a hallmark of the neurotypes and has a few different names like executive function challenges and pathological demand avoidance. And my own term for it: a bad case of the don't-wannas. I have intuitively known that I struggle with this more than others even before discovering my neurodivergence. It has since become part of my masking. Someone once described those things you have to do as rocks in a fish bowl. If you fill up your bowl with little rocks, you'll have very little room left for the big rocks. The big rocks being the important things that need to get done. The bowl is your capacity to get stuff done in a day or a week. I prefer to take a weekly view. Ever since I heard this (probably twenty some years ago), I have strived to identify my biggest rock for the week and just see if I can get a big rock or two taken care of every week. The little ones will either get done in my periods of hyper-focus, or they will prove too little and slip through without any action needed. For me, there also seems to be a seasonality to this. I am much more able to get things done in warmer temperatures and brighter days. Last week's big rock was call Mom for Mother's Day and navigate her need to mother with my need to not feel excessively coddled. Oh and the speakers delivery. Yes receiving deliveries and making sure they actually get here is quite a huge rock for me. This week, my big rocks are getting Betty's gabapentin refilled (picking that up today) and getting my toilet repaired. The water didn't shut off after a flush. So I have shut off the water at the valve and simply turn it back on when I needed more water in the tank. I have been doing this for an embarrassingly long time because I didn't want to try to put my neurodivergent gut on maintenance's schedule. But there was a "call to schedule an appointment" option on the service form that I wish I knew about earlier. We just got it done this morning. Betty stayed in her cave and endured the maintenance guy coming in an out a couple of times like a pro. I had a bit more anxiety as we're running up against my meeting time and I get nervous in my gut. But I made it. Now I can relax having tackled my two big rocks this week. I think calling the dentist for Betty is my big rock for next week.

 

[tarasgirl06]

Apparently getting things done is a struggle for most neurodivergents. It's a hallmark of the neurotypes and has a few different names like executive function challenges and pathological demand avoidance. And my own term for it: a bad case of the don't-wannas. I have intuitively known that I struggle with this more than others even before discovering my neurodivergence. It has since become part of my masking. Someone once described those things you have to do as rocks in a fish bowl. If you fill up your bowl with little rocks, you'll have very little room left for the big rocks. The big rocks being the important things that need to get done. The bowl is your capacity to get stuff done in a day or a week. I prefer to take a weekly view. Ever since I heard this (probably twenty some years ago), I have strived to identify my biggest rock for the week and just see if I can get a big rock or two taken care of every week. The little ones will either get done in my periods of hyper-focus, or they will prove too little and slip through without any action needed. For me, there also seems to be a seasonality to this. I am much more able to get things done in warmer temperatures and brighter days. Last week's big rock was call Mom for Mother's Day and navigate her need to mother with my need to not feel excessively coddled. Oh and the speakers delivery. Yes receiving deliveries and making sure they actually get here is quite a huge rock for me. This week, my big rocks are getting Betty's gabapentin refilled (picking that up today) and getting my toilet repaired. The water didn't shut off after a flush. So I have shut off the water at the valve and simply turn it back on when I needed more water in the tank. I have been doing this for an embarrassingly long time because I didn't want to try to put my neurodivergent gut on maintenance's schedule. But there was a "call to schedule an appointment" option on the service form that I wish I knew about earlier. We just got it done this morning. Betty stayed in her cave and endured the maintenance guy coming in an out a couple of times like a pro. I had a bit more anxiety as we're running up against my meeting time and I get nervous in my gut. But I made it. Now I can relax having tackled my two big rocks this week. I think calling the dentist for Betty is my big rock for next week.

Excessively YES. Except I am also OCD and I want, need, HAVE TO do everything yesterday. Anything not done stresses me beyond beyond. Even if it's other people who need to do the things I need done. Right now I'm waiting on two such, and it's not comfy. As to nervous gut, oh, yeah. Fortunately I have two toilets, one of which my roomie, I'm convinced, tried to kill (how exactly do you kill a toilet? And why would you?). The pain is just something to be lived with. *Glad you got yours fixed!* I've changed how I deal with don't-wannas. Those are what I dive into first, now. Because once those are done, I'm left with less unpleasant/more pleasant things to deal with.
And that shipper we were B-ing and Moaning about? Well, someone else had something broken and it may, or may not, have had anything to do with the fact that Fed(up)EX was the shipper. They fixed the item themselves and say it works. That does take less time and stress than trying to get it done properly, I agree.
Hope the Mothers' Day call went well.
And much success in all things Betty-wise.

 

[daftcat75]

I’m on the throne in my second office. And Betty comes around the corner and stops and gets low. I think maybe she’s hunting a bug. I call to her and she sees me. She doesn’t usually come into the bathroom with me (except rare late nights to sing in the shower.) But in she walks and now I get it. She’s playing “what’s that smell?” And it’s not from inside the toilet. I did a dumbbell workout in my run trunks this afternoon and haven’t changed out of them. Laundry day is past due. She stuck her nose into my trunks around my ankles and walked away satisfied knowing it’s just us two animals in this home. Betty just told me I stink from across the hall. But she loves me anyway. I was doing dumbbell floor presses earlier and she was sniffing my pits. Some spotter.