Click images for desktop size: "Fluff On A Stick" by Elliot Greenbaum I've been busy trying to make my new computer go. Its a Mac. It merely works as well as you'd expect it to.
I figure that most people know that I'm alright. I always am. Sometimes alright on my own but most of the time because of the aid and friendship of others.
I have always felt that we are all part of a community, a part of something that lives within ourselves and in others.
I think it is the last thing that will die when the world decides to end.

On the day to day I had my final treatment. Its made me tired and cranky. The pain doesn't subside but it should abate now. In two weeks I'll have the blood tests and we'll all see,
I have to stay on the oral chemo. I get the impression it might be for life.
There was some distress involved in this.
My puppy was blowing her coat - doggie slang for heavy heavy shedding. I love my little dog and I was worried badly.
I took her to the vet. Our regular vet, Dr K, had her child so we had to see the owner of the practice. He couldn't for the life of him find anything to cause the shedding.
That was on Tuesday. On Friday there was a visiting dermatologist. We went to see her. She pointed out that Shelby was incredibly bonded to me. After a careful examination I was much happier with her assessment was that m puppy was distressed because I was clearly physically distressed. My puppy didn't know what to do to make me well.
She said that she was happy, well nourished but worried.
Part of it was just losing her puppy coat. Part of it was stress. No need for additives or meds, just keep loving her.
I was nervous when I asked her how much for all the exams. I had $15 to my name. Her response startled me.
"I couldn't charge Dr Dog! My daughter would kill me! We'll call it professional courtesy."
It seems her daughter was a patient at the hospital where my puppy works as a therapy dog.
See, community.

On the job front I was offered a job commensurate to my abilities. I'm not taking it.
It's clear that it would kill me and I'm committed to outliving my dog.
The job I have is poor but it pays enough. I can take my puppy to work with me. I'm left alone most of the time and deal with people. I like people.
That doesn't mean I appreciate the Valentines I've been receiving at work. They seem very inappropriate. In most cases it seems that because I don't shout or tell people to shut up, because I listen they get some crazy ideas I like them or approve of things I do not!
One of my co-workers (about 6 miles away) finally got a job that fits her talents. She'll be leaving soon. I'm glad for her.

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