I have just visited the cat. While she is still not eating on her own and is still jaundiced, today she sat up, meowed, try to come out of her little hospital enclosure and was otherwise more interactive with me. She also seemed less bloated and seemed to be breathing better. While we could still get a lot of bad news tomorrow, this is the first time in days I've had actual hope for her, and it's good to see her less miserable.
Jack's back. Actually, I just chopped off all my hair. Thank god. I feel about a bazillion times better. It's cute (at least it was until the fucking hairdresser tried to make it flouffy -- LEAVE IT ALONE -- I AM NOT A POODLE). Once I wash it it'll be near perfect. I'll get a little trim before Gally, and we'll be good to go.
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Date: 2009-12-28 04:43 pm (UTC)- Is that a glove? Because, you know, that looks an awful lot like a glove. Just saying.
- OMG, WILF GOING ALL STAR WARS.
- Crying and giving Ten his gun and ZOMG WILF.
- I stand by my earlier statement that I can't really judge Part One until I see Part Two. And this is why.
Re: terminal sedation, that's difficult. I've spent four years trying to figure out what I actually want in a living will, or what I'm comfortable with where my mom is concerned. It's scary to imagine being knocked out for what someone might genuinely think is my own good if I don't wish to be. Or to be under when I need to be because of pain, but not to be able to wake up if I want to. I think about the sedation I went under for a surgery, and how I fought my way up out of it when the drugs started to wear off. And, you know, I just don't know. I'm glad you shared this, though. It's more to consider.
Re: 221B, wow.