Another Saturday Night...,

 

This is what I woke up to Saturday morning.
WAY too early for these temps...

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Good Morning, (in a very literal sense);
Did the title bring back a song to your mind?

I had to run to town today. Dog food, (and a few groceries for me too). When I take my Xanax to go anywhere, it always leaves me so completely exhausted when I get back home. I came home, ate a bite, and slept for 3 hours. Probably needed it though, as I'd woken up about midnight last... and stayed up.
Here it is, middle of the night once more, and I am wide~eyed and bushy~tailed.

Speaking of tails... (Let's go with "white" tails). This is the first weekend of (gun) deer hunting in Wisconsin. I am under strict orders to make some venison sloppy joes, some roasts, and some steaks.
(Yeah, but first I need to see the darned venison)!
hehehe
Gee; how come Randy didn't see the humor in that?

And so, the dogs are fit to be tied. There will be no trips to the woods, and very little running around outside for the next ten days. Safer that way.
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Some 300+ pounds of pooches here.
And they think I can just reach over them and open that door?
And yes, there IS a pecking order. (Me first).
hehehe

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Because they have learned that I cannot run in three directions at once; I have learned now that one, (and only one), of them goes out at a time.
(So there).

Casey had an appointment on Wednesday afternoon to discuss her transplant procedure with her doctor at the clinic. This went extraordinarily well. And finally to have one doctor in town up to speed about this all. He has spoken at length with Dr. Sutherland in Minnesota. Kinda nice to talk to a doctor that is at least briefed on the surgery. As you know, we have dealt with some highly ignorant doctors.
Not all their fault either because the standard rule of thumb (anywhere); is to treat the pancreatic pain, in the hopes that each attack will be the last.
We all know it hasn't happened that way for Casey, and that her attacks just keep steamrolling on her- Closer between attacks, and more painful each time.
Her Fentanyl 50 µg/h do seem to do a nice job keeping her pain down to a more manageable level; though she still must take the vicoden for her breakthrough pain.
Onward to December 18th

She came out to the house after her appointment. Punk wanting to ride back home with her.
Mr Miller stayed in my little truck with me.
Miller didn't pay any attention, (not knowing where Punk had gone to). But check out Punk as Casey was following me down 54.
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Mirror shot

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When I'd fallen asleep earlier, I had not yet let Miss Milly back inside for the night. She was even a bit upset with me for that...
...She wanted her dinner and a bit of "liquified" water.
Well, OOPS.
She is much happier now.

Time for me to close, and maybe steal a few more Zzz's.
Have a 'wunnaful' Sunday!

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Sunday November 23, 2008 - 12:41am (CST)