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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
WEIRD AS CAN BE
Let’s face it, if I wasn’t weird you probably would not be reading my blog.
I went to bed at about three or four o’clock on Saturday morning having been up with Whitney for two nights delivering her puppies. I awoke a couple of hours later violently shivering. Really violently. John held me tight in an attempt to stop my body from jerking about. It eventually did stop, and I went back to sleep. I woke up feeling fairly rough and very hot and sweaty.
Me being me it does not occur to me that I am sick. No. Instead I think that I am having withdrawals from my painkillers. Here are my thinking that I had gotten over the guilt around taking heavy-duty painkillers and yet here it is in another disguise.
The same thing happened in the early hours of Sunday morning although not as severe. Now I did not buy this time seriously think it could be withdrawals because I took morphine deliberately to see if by taking it I would feel better. I did not other than felt pain relief.
So yesterday off I trot to the doctor who takes one look at me and says you’re very pale you obviously rather sick!
I have the flu. The shaking and sweating is to do with the temperature and the reason it was only happening whilst I have been in bed a few hours is because by that time my pills had worn off and as I take paracetamol along with the tramadol and all morphine, of course I did not have a temperature when I took it. Hence I could not be ill without a temperature. Duh! I have also discovered that having the flu vaccination every year does not protect one from getting the flu but it does lessen the effects. I have to take my BP regularly at the moment because I am considered a high risk person ( for being killed by flu that is)!
I have to say this is really rather boring. I am not knitting and shall be going back to bed shortly. This is my fourth day of being sick so hopefully it is almost over. I did sleep well last night despite being drenched. The weirdest thing is that I keep suddenly becoming drenched in sweat and feeling very hot and then of course I feel chilled. I am only wearing one layer of clothes instead of my usual three.
I have been fasting about with an updated version of my camera which I managed to get a refurbished one of. I am really rather pleased with it. No doubt there will be more photographs either on Facebook or on this blog.
No doubt because I have the ,Daniel Craig is about call and suggest we go out for an intimate dinner for two. I have to say that I would still have to refuse him as the very thought makes me feel iller! And I don’t care if iller is not a word
Sunday, January 09, 2011
DOING THE HIPPY SHAKE
I had a very strange night. I awoke in the early hours shaking and shivering violently. I have no idea why. It lasted over an hour. I had to wake John so that you could hold me tight in an effort to stop my body jerking about shivering so badly. My teeth and jaw were hurting from the chattering. In fact it my whole body hurt. Luque for some reason took exception and tried his damnedest to get between John and me.
I eventually went back to sleep but when it was time for me to get up I couldn’t so John had to get up and go and get my drugs. Far from shivering I now feel very hot and I keep sweating. I am not sick, meaning I do not feel unwell just very tired and sore.
I used to have fits of the shivers when I was young and I have never understood why. I have not had an attack this bad for a very long time. The last time was when I awoke in pain and my left knee had swollen to about four times the size it should a bit. In that instance it seems to me that the chills and shivering were a direct result of the knee.
Whitney’s three boys and three girls are doing very well. The very little boy did not make it. He only weighed 95 g and despite feeding him he never gained and in fact lost. He appeared to have no sucking reflex. Now that he has gone everybody else settle down really well. This year, meaning the last 12 months, all really the last three letters I have lost puppies from all of them whereas prior to that it was very rare indeed. I have just been fortunate. I know they’re only newborn puppies with no personality but I still hate to lose them even if they are born dead. I have learned though when to intervene and when not to intervene and also when to give up. If one is very stubborn and does not know when to stop one ends up causing unnecessary suffering. I know that in this case I did not as I knew when to let go.
Six puppies is enough for any dog. And to have three boys and three girls is really fortuitous. Now we can just watch as they grow.
Whitney is eating very well but only out of my hand! This is the only time that I allow a dog to wrap me around their little paw!
Saturday, January 08, 2011
WHITNEY AND JAMES ISSUE
This was one of the longest labours I’ve ever experienced. Whitney started to scratch up seriously and would not go out on Thursday morning. She kept this up right through until she produced the first puppy at 6:30 on Friday evening. She then proceeded to produce one puppy each hour and whence she had had six I I knew that there was at least one other puppy there but it was a couple of hours before that one came and it was the heaviest of the litter. Unfortunately several hours after that she produced the largest puppy of all, a black male, but his placenta had come away quite some time before he was born and he was therefore dead when she finally got him out.
I have three black girls with varying amounts of white marking. There are three gold sable boys, the firstborn of these is very much paler than the other two. The other two are really dark gold sable is with black masks and black legs. They all have white markings.
Then we have the little gold and white party colour boy. He is only 95 g (3.5 ounces) but so far seems to be doing well enough. He is warm and with my health has a full belly. He was not at all warm after I woke up and I did what I have done before I used a handheld hairdryer to warm him up. It really works he has not gone cold since and this was five hours ago. He has also taken the bottle well. Only time will tell.
My attitude is that I have a litter of three dogs and three bitches with possibly another dog. I will do my best to that little puppy but he is very small.
My gut feeling about having a very large litter was correct all along and it’s the second litter of eight that I’ve had in less than a year! however this litter is markedly different from the previous litter where all the puppies were undersize and mothers milk failed. These puppies are vigorously healthy and mother has plenty of milk.
I have learned something from this: I will never leave a coat on a bitch again. I started to remove Whitney’s coat this morning when she stood up and a puppy was tangled up in the long hair. Apart from this, I have never had a bitch produce such copious amounts of liquid and her coat was absolutely drenched and I got through a couple of rolls of Plenty soaking it all up. The puppy being caught within her coat was the last straw and I cut it off. She is now shorthaired dog but looks rather moth-eaten because of course I haven’t been I would do a proper job!
She is only three. She has 10 tickets, 6-7 BOB, two Best In Show, one G2 and two G4. She also has about the same number of reserve tickets. Two years from now she will only be five, plenty of time to her coat to grow back if I want to show her some more.
In the end I did what was right for her and for her puppies.
It just goes to show in this game you never know particularly with Lhasa Apso what colour you will get! Obviously I expected black as it is the dominant colour but I expected that most would be parti-colour and I certainly didn’t expect any dark black masked Sables!
it is going to be very exciting watching these grow up.
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Father Gives His Nephew An Old School Azz Whoopin On Webcam For Acting H...
I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT ANYONE FINDS THIS FUNNY NOR THAT IT IS NOT ABUSE. DISGUSTING. IF YOU DID THIS TO AN ADULT YOU'D END UP IN COURT. WHY ARE CHILDREN SO DISRESPECTED AND DEVALUED? WHY CAN YOU DO TO A CHILD WHAT IS ILLEGAL TO DO TO AN ADULT? THIS MAN'S BEHAVIOUR IS OUTRAGEOUS, VIOLENT, FOULMOUTHED, AND A HUGELY BAD EXAMPLE. THIS IS NOT THE BEHAVIOUR OF A MATURE MAN BUT AN IRRESPONSIBLE UNCONTROLLED CRIMINAL WHO NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO BEHAVE LIKE A MATURE AND RESPECTFUL HUMAN BEING. HE IS NOT TEACHING THIS CHILD ANYTHING BUT SHAME AND HUMILIATION AND THAT IF YOU ARE MORE POWERFUL THAN ANOTHER, THEN BULLY THEM.
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
I COULD SQUEAL
....and jump up and down and a jig if I could.
This year started off really well.
Not only is our battle with the IRS over but THEY are going to give US a sum well into five figures. We still have the legal do do of having to get the legal claim on our house removed and also clear John's credit rating. At least though it will all be done.
Not only that, but the death of two people also gave us unexpected five figure sums each. Don't feel bad they were in their 90s and went peacefully.
My failed knitting business, because of my health, left me with a lot of debt. And I mean a lot. Anyone who knows how much brand-new silver reed machines with rivers cost etc. plus tonnes of cashmere and other fine yarns.
Fortunately the knitting business debt was paid off last year. This was a huge load off my mind because I felt so guilty about it. John never once commented about the thousands of pounds worth of machinery and yarn that I had that I now could not use to get my money back. He is really good that way. I beat myself up enough for the pair of us!
I am now in the very fortunate position of being able to knit what I please, as my body allows, and still sell the odd sweater and my hand dyed yarn.
John retires in 18 months and we shall be debt free! ( This also means I can marry him without my good financial history being ruined too.)
As I said 2011 is going to be a good year!
Our wedding is likely to be March 2012. Before our 32nd anniversary on 7/7. John doesn’t like to rush things, he needs to sure…..
Monday, January 03, 2011
Sunday, January 02, 2011
My Aran
I am still at it. This is my own design. Knitted using Garnstudio's Baby Ull, 100% Superwash Merino, 350m / 100g. I am using Knit Pro circular needle, 2.75mm size.
THANK YOU, FRIENDS
THIS IS A THANK YOU EMAIL FOR ALL YOUR EMAILS DURING 2010 THAT ENLIGHTENED ME DURING 2010. LET US START AGAIN F0R 2011.
HAPPY NEW YEAR.
As we progress through to the end of 2010, I want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.
I can no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, nor let the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.
I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.
I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one's nose.
Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.
I can't touch any woman's handbag for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public restroom.
I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about rat poo in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.
ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die for the 1,387,258th time.
I no longer have any money, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.
I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa is granting my every wish.
I can't have a drink in a bar because I'll wake up in a bathtub full of ice with my kidneys gone.
I can't eat at KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.
I can't use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.
THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.
BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.
I no longer buy petrol without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer doesn't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up.
I no longer use Cling Wrap in the microwave because it causes seven different types of cancer.
AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face, disfiguring me for life.
I no longer go to the cinema because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS when I sit down.
I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.
And I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a huge phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore , and Uzbekistan ...
I no longer buy biscuits from Tescos because I now have their recipe.
THANKS TO YOU I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when it bites my butt.
AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can't ever pick up a 10p coin dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over.
I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.
If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's best friend's beautician . .
Oh, by the way.....
A German scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mails with their hand on the mouse.
Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.
P. S.: I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I was told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet.
Llama Sweater
I knitted this using 2/15's pure Llama. I used the Silver reed fine gauge 830. The patterning I created on my XP PC within DAK (Design-A-Knit). The pattern is one large one, no repeat. It has been machine was he and tumble-dried. From now on, it will be hand washed or done in the machine on the delicate/hand-wash cycle. It is a standard dropped shoulder sweater as I feel this style is best suited to Fair Isle sweaters (or as purists would demand-colour stranded sweaters!)
Saturday, January 01, 2011
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