It’s Cold & I Have Parvo

Sorry it’s been awhile since I updated. Last week I spilled my coke into my laptop, and it hasn’t been the same since. Rather than pay good money to fix a 4 year old laptop, I ordered myself a new one. Just for the curious:

Toshiba P30, Mobile Pentium 2.8Ghz with Hyperthreading, 1 Gb Ram, 64 Mb dedicated graphics card, CD-RW/DVD combo, 17″ Widescreen display… yes, 17″. Just to round it out, I ordered the specially designed case for the wider system, and an advanced port replicator. It should be significantly faster than my Pentium 3 833…

And no, you may not have the old one…it’s already spoken for. Sorry. (Besides, only half of the keys work…)

The doctor says my gall bladder is screwed up. That explains my frequent trips praying to the porcelain god. It also explains the sharp pain in my side that has always lurked about. There’s definitely a family history of flaky gall bladders, so it’s not too surprising. Of course, the solution is less than desirable, i.e. “surgery” but if things continue unchecked, it might not sound like such a bad idea. For now, I must give up my pizza rolls. I might cry. Hold me, please….

I had an exceedingly weird dream the other night. I dreamed that my left arm started rotting off, and I went to the doctor and got it diagnosed…. it was Parvo. Yes, I know that’s not a human disease… ANYWAY, the doctor told me I couldn’t be around my dogs until they were tested and I wasn’t contagious anymore. They tested negative, and then the doctors couldn’t do anything to help me, so I couldn’t be around them anymore. I was so sad, and when they took the pups away, I could hear them crying and trying to get back to me.

When I woke up, I actually looked down to make sure my arm hadn’t really rotted off. Fortunately, it was still there, as were both of the pups.

They have really enjoyed being together during the day. Now that I have my back yard fenced and a doggie door, they can come and go as they please. It’s a much better situation for them than being in seperate kennels all day. It also means I don’t have to rush around to let them out… that’s nice too. But the best part is, when one of them needs to go out at night, they can just go. I don’t have to be disturbed. That’s not only good for my sleep, it’s good for my dog’s well-being, because it was about to drive me nuts.

And in other news, it’s frickin cold in my house, because I am too cheap (or too broke) to turn on my heat. Natural gas prices are just too crazy. I’m wearing several layers, and my fingers are starting to develop frostbite. The dogs are loving it, though. Cold is their friend.

I wish I had fur. Or hair. Sniff.

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