Happy Thanksgiving

I hope you all have a wonderful and happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy the time with your families. It's always special.

To all the P/O's, FF's, EMS and especially our Military, all mentioned whom are out there taking care of us to keep this world safer on this special holiday (and every day), thank you for all you do and please be safe. I'll keep you all in my prayers.

She's home

Trisket came home last night and I feel so relieved that she's safe. Mickey heard her about 2 A.M. out back and started barking. She was so hungry, thirsty and thinner, and also a bit dirty. I fed her, gave her some water and then cleaned her up. She slept right next to me and didn't move all night.

Thanks for the emails and comments asking about her. I appreciate the kind words.

Anyway, lots to do before tomorrow. I'll be cooking tomorrow and then hopefully relaxing for the night.

Yap at ya's later.

Bummed

My cats are my babies. They love me unconditionally and I spoil them all the time.

Yesterday Trisket ran out the back door and she hasn't come back since. I had the basement door closed and opened it for not even one minute to pull taco shells off of the shelf and I didn't see her run past me.

Mikey was out back helping to fix one of the neighborhood kid's scooter. He opened up the back door and Trisket ran past him. He tried to catch her, but she took off like a bat out of hell.

She is not an outside cat, but she wants to be.

I must have looked for her at least 20+ times - going out back, calling her from the dining room window and checking out front.

Nada. I didn't find her.

It's cold outside and she's probably freezing.

Mickey woke me up at 5:30 A.M. this morning. The first thing I did after petting her and sticking a leash on her was to go look for Trisket. She's still nowhere to be found.

I know a lot of people hate cats and could care less what happens to them, but I've had her since she was about 7 weeks old and I'm just really worried about her.

I want my kitty to come home so she'll be safe & sound.

Just because I can...

Bitch, that is.

I'm aggravated today. I received a call this morning from my family physician's office saying there was a problem with my follow-up blood work from the hospital.

For years I've had an hypothyroidism, and now my thyroid levels are so high and through the roof. It's no wonder I don't eat or sleep and probably why my heart rate is so jacked up that I feel like I'm on speed, but yet still tired (yeah, I know - makes no sense).

My doc says it's probably the reason why I ended up in the hospital last month.

Not sure if I mentioned it, but I had a seizure. The doc says because the thyroid levels were so high, it brought my blood pressure down so low, and I was taking meds for high blood pressure making it even lower.

What a frigging nightmare.

I'm pissed because when I was admitted, the docs and nurses were aware of the high blood pressure and my hypothyroidism. So all the blood work they did - and it was every day - they kept telling me I was fine.

I dreaded being in there because hospitals are a haven for germs. I ended up with an infection in my leg from a cat scratch (courtesy of Yoji) and I really think I got something at the hospital, no matter how much anti-bacterial stuff I used.

The staff missed that, but my family doc found that, too. (God bless you, Dr. K!)

So, the infection is now gone, thanks to anti-biotics, no more blood pressure meds, and my thyroid meds have been lowered to a new dose. I get re-checked in a month to make sure all's well.

I now know the reason why I haven't been eating, and wondering what to do with a whole closet full of clothes that are way too big. Salvation Army or Purple Heart, I guess. One or the other. The majority are all work clothes that I spent a fortune on, and some still with the tags.

I don't give a shit if I don't eat - as long as I have water or diet ginger ale - but I'm hoping with the new lower dose of meds I can finally get a good night's sleep and stop worrying that my heart is going to pound out of my chest.

Twenty minutes 'til Glenn Beck.

Yap at ya's later.

Former Marine granted special request

I found this on OfficerResource.com, a forum I visit from time-to-time. It's a very touching story.

You can read it here. Be sure to click on the video link. It's one that may make you misty-eyed.

Linky Luv

Lately I've been into mostly political blogs as of late. There are still a few others that mean a lot to me, such as Law Enforcement, FF, EMS and especially Military.

Being home with the Worker's Comp injury has really opened my eyes to what's really going on here in the Unite States, and it infuriates me, and makes me nervous at the same time.

Since I have so much time on my hands because of my herniated discs and a host of other problems, I go to the library and get books on anything political, especially Glenn Beck, and what our Military has to go through, while Obama screws up our great country.

I'd like to share a new blog with you. It's called America's Living Room.

Take some time to read. You won't be disappointed.

And I'd like to thank Rosey for the add. Much appreciated. I'd also like to thank her for her service to our great nation. :)

Stay sae and be well.


kk

Nope...

Decided against the post. I mean, it wasn't anything traumatic or something that would crush anyone - at least I hope it wouldn't, but I did what I wanted to do quietly and if someone notices and asks, I'll tell.

I'm all puppied and kittied out. My petting zoo is complete.

I'll try to get the pics of the babes up tomorrow.