I saw Nicky is hospital today and she is up to very short walks and sitting in a chair which is a massive leap forward. She also has lots of lovely flowers that people have sent her so a big thank you to those people.
With any luck she will be home late next week.
Mark
Nicky is at St Vincent’s in Fitzroy in case people want to know for sending flowers and the like. I am sure she would like flowers but please be sure to make them low scented ones.
The best email address for her is nicky.pelletier at gmail dot com. I will print these off and take them in.
Sorry the news is so late but the operation took a long time. From my best estimate about eight hours and then Nicky spent another three hours in recovery.
She is feeling pretty crappy at the moment on account of major sensitivity to light and sound not to mention double vision.
The doctor tells us that the operation was a success and went well. Nicky will not be up to visitors this week but I will certainly be printing off emails and taking them in.
If people want to send flowers please make them ones with low scent as scented things tend to give her a headache.
Nicky is now safely checked into hospital and was last seen reclining on her bed and happily knitting. She is first cab off the rank tomorrow and will be out of surgery mid-afternoon.
More news when I have it.
Mark
It seems like a good time to say that I don’t know what I’d have done over the last few weeks without either of my boys.
Mark, as always, has been kind, caring, generous and extremely tolerant and has enabled me to keep putting one foot in front of the other each day.
Finn has really just been Foozley and … what more could one ask for?
MMMWAA!!
“It’s that way, Dad”
And, just for the sake of it, Cosmo:
I’ve started on jumpers for the puppy farm refugees. I’ve done 2 littlies, but once I get back from hospital I’m going to focus on bigger sizes. It’s easy to find and to knit small jumpers, but larger ones are less common and there will be a few of the larger breeds who may not be well or could be getting on a bit and could do with the extra warmth.
This is a bit of a shot in the dark, but I thought it might be worth a go.
A certain puppy farm near Ballarat will be closing in July. As a result, a couple of hundred dogs (no exageration) will need to be cared for, rehabilitated, fostered and rehomed. These are dogs which have been used as breeding machines and have spent their entire lives in pens living pretty rough. At the least they will need TLC and socialisation to make them suitable as pets. Some will need a lot more - extensive vet care, training, very careful handling.
All the guff is here. Animal Liberation Victoria is co-ordinating the rescue. Anyone who can help should contact these people.
Help does not necessarily mean taking on a dog. It could be donating stuff - food, blankets, collars, jumpers (little long haired dogs will probably need to be shaved off), dog toys, money (even a few bucks would help). It could be transporting dogs to people who can care for them if you have suitable vehicle. It may be just spreading the word to people you know who may be willing & able to do something
For example, I can’t take a dog. With my op coming up I can’t really offer to supply transport until I’m safe to drive again. I can, however, knit some jumpers and blankies and donate them.
The people running this rescue are private individuals who will be putting their own funds, time and energy into it and I’m sure they’ll be happy to accept any help you can offer.
Yesterday was my one free day in my week off. My day to do whatever I wanted.
I’ve been saying for ages that I really wanted to go for a wander along Brunswick St because it’s been a while and I’ve always loved the shops. So off I went.
I strolled. I looked in Scally & Trombone - full of scarves and hats that I could knit in an evening and bags that I could buy from the designer’s shop in Little Lonsdale st. I poked around Quick Brown Fox, but had to go when the shop assistant started shadowing me too closely (I hate that). I looked at, but didn’t dare enter, the pet shop that I bought Cosmo from (kitten withdrawal is still too fresh). I wandered through the nursery, impressed as always by the variety and sheer gorgeousness of what they had. I looked at the curtain and the Nicola Cerrini bags in Kleen. I ummed and ahhed in the clearance outlet selling Alannah Hill and Dangerfield. I smiled wryly at the Camper knockoffs in a shoe shop. I very nearly succumbed to buying something far too expensive for Finn in the toy shop. And I just barely beat the parking officer back to the car before I toddled off home, footsore and tired.
But I didn’t really enjoy it. Not the way I used to. It all seemed just a bit too self-conscious. And I couldn’t help wondering if I’d have had more fun window shopping and been less hassled by shop assistants at Knifepoint. In the end I decided that I should have taken the dogs to the beach - the other thing I’ve been wanting to do for ages.
I feel the need, belatedly, to chime in on the what-not-to-blog discussion.
Firstly, I really don’t care what others choose to blog about. You can plaster the nitty gritty of your sexual exploits/eating disorder/fetishes, etc. all over your blog and I really don’t care. If I don’t like it I won’t read it. Until it pertains to me.
If you blog something about me or to me that you wouldn’t say to me, I care a great deal. And I’m probably pretty pissed off about it. And I think that’s fair enough. It’s no different to telling the entire office I’m a stupid bitch and being upset when I come and slap you for it (and no, that hasn’t actually happened).
For my own blog, the general rule is simply not to blog anything I’m not prepared to say out loud. These days the addendum to that is not to blog about work.
The thing is that a blog is not a diary. It’s not a little book that you can hide in your drawer. A blog is on the internet and everything you say is in the public domain. You don’t get to be upset when people find it and read it.
The work part of the rule is simply because my experience, and that of others, has shown that it’s best not to give nasty, vindictive people a weapon to bludgeon you with, because they will. And they will hide while they do it.
That’s my 2 cents.
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