Thursday, August 4, 2016

Monthly Recap - July

Linking up with Kristen again because... why not?

July was a better month than June. Is it totally cliche to say that I blinked and July was gone? Probably. But that's how it felt.

Now my recap in pictures (the only way I can possibly remember what actually happened in any given month) -


I told the end of the story last month, but here are the pictures for it. After a false diagnosis of kidney failure, they started treating Belle with the right antibiotics for pyometra and she started getting better. I still spent a lot - A LOT - of time visiting and holding her (which I think she totally got used to because she is a bigger snuggler now than she was before).

She was able to come home the night before being spayed!

Here she is after waking up from the spay in the heated oxygen chamber. They used gas instead of an IV to put her out since her poor little body had already been through so much and gas is an easier recovery than the fluid. I got to open up one of those slots every once in a while to pet her and talk to her.

Not pictured - my vet's Boxer that was brought in in case Belle needed a blood transfusion. One of her clotting factors was low, so just in case there was a complication, Dr. Flynt wanted her dog close as a blood donor. Have I mentioned yet how much I love this vet?! Thankfully no blood transfusion was necessary, but I'm just a tiny bit sad that Belle isn't part Boxer now. (:

After being spayed she got to wear the cone for two weeks. This was her first full day home. Max kept an eye on her.

Her poor little chicken legs. Exposed because of the IVs they had to put in her.

Max got a 4th of July t-shirt when this one that I loved was too small for my youngest nephew. I wasn't too sad about that, and it's totally coming out again next year. (:

Belle got a super-girl onesie when a friend of mine mentioned that as a way to give her a break from the cone but still protect the staples in her belly from being licked/bitten. Sadly, it didn't work because it wasn't long enough, but I thought she looked pretty cute in her onesie.

Max, Belle and I watched the fireworks in the backyard from inside the house. Max hates them. Belle slept through them.

I figured out slow shutter speed on my phone and caught some of my nephews enjoying their sparklers.

Belle's sad little belly. I sent this picture to one of the vet techs after I noticed Belle had started bugging the staples when I was giving her a break from the cone. Teresa suggested I bring her in ASAP so they could fix what Belle had undone. They ended up taking out a couple of the staples and gluing that part closed.

I got a second fish for my office! (It's a disease, I have four of these guys at home - separate bowls of course!)


I went to shoot the Milky Way in the Uintahs with a friend of mine. We took her camper van up there so we could sleep instead of having to drive back in the middle of the night. Max wasn't too fond of the idea of a moving "house" and he ended up on my lap for part of the ride (kicking off Belle who ended up hanging out on Stacy's lap for this part).

These two insisted on sharing this tiny bed with me. I didn't have the best night's sleep that night...

Max enjoyed hanging out with his buddy Quinn.

After Belle's staples and cone came off I had to do some trimming around her neck. She had horrible matted hair from the cone.

Luckily a friend of mine saved Belle from me and was able to give her a much cuter haircut to even things out so her legs didn't look so pathetic and all the matted hair was taken off.

Belle enjoying the drive home.

My sister sent this picture to all of us. I love it. I miss them both! My grandpa passed away in June. My grandma is still alive, but her mind is going so much that she's definitely not the person she used to be. I still love her of course, but I miss the way she used to be.

Sleeping all the way home after visiting my grandma (she's in a carrier bag that I use for her when we go visit - it's easier than keeping track of her on a leash - and I kept her in the bag and put her on the passenger seat where she surprised me by just crashing.

I love when they sleep close. (:

Part of my drive from Salt Lake City to Vail, CO for a family reunion the last week of July.



I rode the Alpine Slide 6 times - 3 times alone, 2 times with this nephew, and 1 time with a niece.

My niece and I in the gondola on our way back to the hotel.

These are from a gorgeous hike that the whole family went on (my parents, my 7 siblings and I, my 5 in-laws, and 29 nieces and nephews ranging in age from 17 to almost 1).



Booth Falls.

Visiting my grandma with my sister and her family. Max was enjoying all the extra love.

Belle was exhausted after that grandma visit and slept like this the whole way home.

My sister sent this picture of my grandmother in front of her greenhouse. I love that she got this picture!


After a month of visiting the recliner, debating on whether or not to buy it or wait for a bigger discount (close-out sale), I finally brought it home on Saturday at 60% off! Totally worth it. I love it. And so does Belle. I think she thinks I got it for her.


And that's it! My goodness.



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Friday, July 8, 2016

Monthly Recap - June

I think about doing this every time I see it on Kristen's blog. Since I'm currently off facebook and instagram (taking a bit of a social media break) and I haven't blogged in a very, very, very long time, I figured June would be a good month to jump in.

So, what's new with me?

I moved cubicles at work going from a space with very low cubicle walls and feeling completely exposed, to a place with high walls and some privacy (very helpful for the whole HR part of my job). This meant moving all my plants with me of course, and I had to take the chance to spread this guy out for a minute. He's been really happy here.

Here he is in a more contained fashion. I love him!

After giving Max a haircut I realized that his seat belt harness is a bit big... blast it.

I've missed the last few weeks of my weekly temple visits, but this picture is from earlier in June when I hadn't missed any yet.

Here's the last picture I have of my grandma and me. It was such a blessing to be able to visit him several times before he passed. I love his hands.
I had so many sweet moments with him talking about life after death, my grandma and how we'll still be here to take care of her (he told me once when I was telling him it was okay for him to let go so he wouldn't be in pain anymore and that we'd watch over my grandma, "I want her to go with me."

The picture used for his obituary. His funeral was beautiful and it was so touching to see how many people loved him and came to pay their respects to him.

My sweet Max wanting to cuddle.

A friend of mine blew this picture up and printed it for me. It's hanging in my cubicle. I love it!

I went on a hike with the pups and Belle needed a break. My friend took these pictures.

Little Belle got her teeth cleaned - and 8 teeth pulled - two days after that hike.

Where they put the IV during the procedure.

My nephew was in town for a few days without the rest of his family and we went to visit my grandma.

Belle got super-sick after the dental. Having no idea what was going on, I took her to the vet Monday morning. Tuesday she was diagnosed with kidney failure and I was extremely close to having her put down.

Poor sick little girl. Wednesday morning after just speaking to a vet about putting her down, the vet I had talked to on Monday (Dr. Flynt) came in. One of the techs mentioned something leaking out of Belle's vulva. I had noticed this before and mentioned it once or twice, but because there were other things going on, that was never really addressed. When Dr. Flynt heard about the leaking she immediately treated Belle with a different antibiotic. Apparently Belle had pyometra. An infected uterus. The treatment - a spay surgery. The long-term outcomes - she gets spayed, she's totally fine. Our problem - she was definitely not healthy enough for surgery, so that became our goal.

I spent as much time with her as I could at the beginning of the day and after work. Friday I was with her basically all day. This picture is from Thursday when she was doing a lot better than she had been. She had been completely limp (rolling head if I didn't support it) on Tuesday. So seeing her able to sit up, even for a second, was huge!

During my post-work visit on Thursday one of the techs gave me this invoice. Thinking it was my bill for the day, I thanked her and started putting it to the side. She then pointed out that it was showing a credit for $250. Someone had called in and anonymously put money in my account for Belle's treatment. I still can't express how grateful I was, and what this meant to me. I still get emotional talking about it, it was just such an incredible gift.

Since Belle's medical crisis didn't technically end until July I'm not including after pictures. But just to not leave anyone hanging - she was able to be spayed on Saturday and she is doing just fine. She's been making improvements everyday and is fast becoming her normal feisty, sassy, little self.

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Thursday, April 23, 2015

While I'm on the Subject...

Not really, but kind of.

In my last post - written all of hours ago* - I mentioned therapy dog visits with Max.

Right now our visits every month go like this -
  • 2nd Saturday - Holladay Library to read w/ kids
  • 2nd & 4th Saturday - VA hospital to visit in the hallway w/ veterans
  • 3rd Tuesday - SLC Airport to hang out w/ people passing through
I just today contacted the director asking her about maybe including a regular hospital once a month so that we could start experiencing one-on-one visits. In all the visits we've done, we've only done group visiting. I think it would be nice to give Max a chance to hang out with one (or two or three depending on possible visitors) people at a time. I think it'd be a nice change of pace.

I've really been loving the therapy dog work. It's been really enjoyable, and Max absolutely loves it.

As shown here - or not, the video is having issues (I ask him, "Do you want to go to work?" and show him his work bandanna.):



I had more written up after the video but it got lost and now I really don't remember what else I had to say.

So we'll end it here. (:

*I wrote this mere hours after posting the other one but then had video uploading problems so it stretched out the actual posting.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

What's Going On

Now I have that really annoying song in my head... "and I say hey-ey, hey-ey, hey-ey, hey-ey..."

Yikes.

So sorry.

Anyway, here's what's going on with me.

Against my introverted happy-to-stay-home-forever nature I've been trying to get out and do more.

Because it's fun.

Right?

This kind of started a year ago when I finally, finally got Max registered as a therapy dog. I had wanted to do it for a while... a long while... and just never did it. Why?

Because I wasn't thin and I should be thin before I do... things.

...

Okay... no.

I mean, in my head I know that's not true, but in the other part of my head I think - but it would be so much more fun to do -things- after I've lost x number of lbs.

Well, no more.

Not that I still don't think it would be more fun to do *things* being thin, but blast it, just because I'm not thin doesn't mean I can't do things.

Right?

Right.

So I'm saying - or trying to make myself say - yes to more things.

Take this week for example.

Monday I went on 3 walks - and enjoyed all of them - and then got in the sauna. Not that that was an earth-shattering day of achievement, but I felt good about it.

Tuesday - airport for a therapy dog visit. So fun! Seriously, I love going, and Max loves it too.

Wednesday - I'm meeting up with a friend I haven't seen for about a year for dinner.

Thursday - going to the Payson Temple open house with a friend who has media passes - which apparently means we go before it's open to the public. It's fun knowing people who have connections. (:

Friday - planning on an Anne of Green Gables marathon (I invited my brother, but I don't think he'll take me up on it) because - it's important to mourn appropriately. It'll probably be me all alone, maybe with Ben & Jerry. Maybe.

Saturday - therapy dog visit to the VA - another place I love going, and then taking baby / family pictures for some friends. Fun! And maybe I'll try to squeeze a hike in there.

So, while it's not a record-breaking week of events, it'll be a fun week doing things that I'll enjoy. And guess what? I'm pretty sure I can do it just as well at my current weight as I can x number of pounds lighter.

**note: this is not to say that I don't want to lose weight - I still want to lose weight because I just don't believe I'm healthy at my current weight. But this is to say that I'm trying to stop using my weight as an excuse to *not* do things. I'm trying to say yes more.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Today Only

I'm going to -

- get my 10,000 steps in
- only eat foods that are good for me and will nourish my body
- exercise for 45 minutes
- get to sleep at a good time - 10 o'clock at the very latest

When I look at the big picture, that is - the I-still-have-53-lbs-to-lose picture - I start to feel really overwhelmed. I start to put a schedule on it, a due date, and then I start to enjoy - in my head - how great it will feel to have shed all the excess weight I have, and how much more I'll enjoy moving, and doing things, and being social (I've been there before, so I know it's true) - and then I start to wish that I was there now. And I start thinking that man, that's going to be a lot of work, and oh my goodness I'll have to stay on track for six months or more and never mess up ever ever ever...

Which is why I'm breaking it down.

To today.

It's just one day.

And every time I find myself wanting to look forward to "how awesome will that be when...?!" I'll remind myself that it will be super-awesome today if I get my steps in, eat foods that are good for me, and exercise for 45 minutes - today.

I can handle that today.

And then... I'm going to do it all again tomorrow.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Bed Makover

Earlier this year I upgraded from a twin bed to a queen. As one of my friends put it, "you're a grown woman now, you should have a grown up bed." My twin was less than a year old (I had slept on an oldoldold twin bed for years that creaked and squeaked every time I moved... no wonder I hadn't been getting good sleep for many many months!) so I posted it on ksl classifieds and sold it a few months later after reducing the price multiple times and taking a significant loss.

The exchange happened really fast - they texted, and came to pick it up hours later - so I called RC Willey and asked for the same bed I had bought in a twin last fall but in a queen size. After one night spent on the floor (big mistake - I'm not as young as I used to be), the bed came and I was in love.

Not only did I have enough room to stretch and sprawl, but I could stretch and sprawl with all three creatures around me and not kick any of them off. It was so nice to have that much space! Even now, five/six months later, I still sleep diagonally across the bed sometimes just because I can.

While I had the twin, I had used the same quilt I had had since I was 18 (a birthday present from the YW presidency). It was a light blue and white with flowers on it, stained from years of use. After getting the queen, I bought a bigger blanket in a light green color.

Seen here.


A couple of weeks ago I went to Kohl's with a 30% off coupon and came back with another pair of sheets (I love browns and creams).

New sheets seen here:


And a comforter! I can't tell you the last time I had a comforter on my bed. But it's brown and soft and warm and I love it.



I also grabbed a super-soft super-wonderfully-soft sherpa throw (the plaid patterned one). The underside is fuzzy and warm and fantastic. Then to protect it somewhat from the dogs if they jump on the bed when they're dirty I kept my old soft blanket (not as soft as the sherpa thing, but still nice) and overlapped it.



Max approves.


And so does Belle.


I'm a huge fan myself.