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.

 

[tarasgirl06]

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.

Good on ya for the workouts! Maybe Betty will help you with the laundry...

 

[daftcat75]

This week: 9.76.
Last few weeks: 9.84

She does have a small remainder still on the plate. And several more hours before lunch. Not worried. She has weight to lose.

 

[tarasgirl06]

This week: 9.76.
Last few weeks: 9.84

She does have a small remainder still on the plate. And several more hours before lunch. Not worried. She has weight to lose.

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That looks like a good weigh-in, Ms. Betty! *And yes, time to finish off that breakfast without any worries!*
BTW, how are you liking the speakers? And the phone?

 

[daftcat75]

That looks like a good weigh-in, Ms. Betty! *And yes, time to finish off that breakfast without any worries!*
BTW, how are you liking the speakers? And the phone?

The phone is much the same as the old one except that I have the latest iOS and apps are no longer telling me to upgrade iOS to continue receiving updates. I needed to do that to get the new app for the speakers to add to my system.

As for the speakers? I know they are better. I can hear that much. But I haven’t really “opened them up” yet. In order to be proper surrounds, you should sit between them. Which is not where my chair is. Usually by the time I’m ready to lay down, I’m also not going to be awake much longer. So it doesn’t make sense to put on a movie I won’t watch more than a quarter of before I pass out. The little I have heard of them, they do sound a lot better than the old ones which I kept turning up their volume and still couldn’t hear them. But now I have the old ones available. I will likely eventually buy the mini sub and put together a second system in the office. But for now, I have one of the speakers in the kitchen. I enjoy being able to sync it either to the office’s music during Betty’s meal preps when I’m going to return to the office anyway. Or I can sync it to the TV when I’m cooking my meals.

What the…?

Betty was showing nausea behavior all morning despite a healthy first pass on breakfast. But she didn’t return for second pass and started chewing the acceptable pica items: the tag on her pickle, the fabric handles on the Whole Foods bag, and her chew stick. I say these are acceptable because I don’t see any evidence of ingestion. I’d rather she chew on a fabric tag or bag than eat carpet. Anyway. She had a couple unproductive spits. Then she went to her food dish and made second pass. She also drank water. So I’m kinda hovering now to see if second pass and water stays down.

I’m wondering if remainders and skipped meal passes might be indicative of tooth pain. So I’ll be making that dentist call this week. It’s going to be a two parter (at least!) She’ll go in for a consultation where they will have to sedate her for teeth cleaning, dental probes, and X-rays. Then instead of putting me on the spot right there while she’s under, the vet will make a treatment plan. If I agree to it, her treatment would be a separate appointment. But since consultations are done only one day and procedures three other days of the week, it’s going to be easier to get a procedure appointment. I’d rather it be a two parter or an expensive consultation without a procedure needed than to take her to the current vet and have her sedated just to find out that Betty’s case is beyond the general vet’s skills and training. Like what happened with Krista.

 

[daftcat75]

Well shoot!

After her second pass, her second round of spits was more productive.

At first, it looked like we were going to skip round two. She went to her cave for a nap. But she was back out of her cave before she ever got that nap. She started towards the box and then stopped right in front of it. I told her if she wanted to barf in the box, I had another one ready. But she went into the office and had a helicopter barf. That’s where she starts in one spot but then starts turning around to pick another spot. But barf is spewing from her the entire time. Fortunately second pass was not very robust and she drank some water after second pass. Thus while the blast radius was larger, the mess was more dilute. In any case, we can both spend the day in the front room and let the office dry today and tonight from the Bissell.

I guess I will give those speakers a good test this evening as I will watch something in the front room after her meds and before my dinner. Hope she will still take her dinner pass if I’m still there. She only takes breakfast passes because I roll her off me. Otherwise she’d be happy to spend the morning on my shoulder and chest to the detriment of her souring stomach.

I was almost all ready to head out way too early this afternoon. Now she’s filled up a couple of hours with clean up. I’ll be putting down her half portion lunch in another 30 minutes or so before I head to the taproom. Want to make sure she’s truly done with the spits.

And the s. After her helicopter barf, she came back to the box and laid down a soft squishy smelly must have been a hairball poop. Because her good poop was earlier this morning.

I hope she’s almost done with her winter coat.

 

[tarasgirl06]

Yeah, sounds like she had more to bring up. Hope that's brought it. And now you both can get back to enjoying your weekend. Those helicopter pukes are awful. *I hate helicopters, anyway. I cringe. I wish I could disappear. Oh well.*
We had 3 formation fliers going over earlier this afternoon. Practicing for Memorial Day. Usually there are 5. Hopefully there will be again this year.
Oh, so you do that, too? It has its ups and downs, the downs being obvious and the ups including the fact that since you sleep through the ending, you don't know it, so you can watch it again in hopes of catching it....I did that with something last night and it was great. Really glad I saw it, finally! Also nice that you can use all the speakers.
Hoping your viewing choice this evening is good. Also, the taproom. Also, Ms. Betty's next gushyfudz.
Hope all goes well in getting things lined up for her oral/dental.