Post by josiesmom on Aug 18, 2008 22:46:16 GMT -5
So I had a job interview this morning at ten A.M. and of course as is par for the course while showering I've got five ferrets darting under the curtain to watch my toes retract and see the human dance a jig trying to avoid carpet sharks.
Funny how they ONLY do this when I am barefoot! And in the shower!
It wasn't unusual for Queen Faylene to be absent from the morning activities- toe chomping is sooooo beneath her!
Strategic aiming of the hand nozzle prevented the Romanator from turning me into a paraplegic. He still can't figure out how it ONLY rains on his face no matter where his face goes!
He turned his violent tendancies towards those more able to absorb such attacks- Fizzle and Bugsy!
So I fixed everyone breakfast and made Queen Faylene's separate dish and went on a quest to locate her. Found her buried inside some laundry. Usually the second she is touched she wakes with a start because of all the times Fizzle has done sneak attacks. But this morning her body lay still. No reaction at all, even as I unwound her from the clothing.
My heart jumped in my mouth. Please lord, you can't have her just yet, she has more living to do. Just six hours ago she had been wrestling with my hand, dooking and war dancing, somersaulting and bouncing off furniture.
Tears already welling behind my eyelids, I choked them back. I lifted her up, her head lolled back, her tiny tongue barely peeking out from between her lips, her eyes partially open.
I brought her to my lips and kissed her on the nose seeking that familiar response of hers to kiss me back. Nothing, her head and body inert, non responsive like an old rag.
I began to check for vitals:
First and foremost she was still warm, and I could detect a heart beat! Phew! that's a relief!
Come on Faylene WAKE UP! I jostled her. No response.
So of course I begin to think she is having an insulinomic crash. Although there is no drooling, and she definitely seems to be asleep- not spaced out. She's never exhibited anything remotely indicating insulinoma.
But I grabbed the Kayro syrup anyway dipped a fingertip and dabbed it under her nose. Signs of life! The tongue cleans the gooey stuff off the nose and the eyelids slowly open. Then BAM! she realizes she is being held and immediately begs for mom's kisses!
Talk about relief! I smooch her back, giver her some water to drink from my lips and she is immediately her normal shivery self! I hugged her and put her in her cubby hole with her breakfast dish and she chowed down as usual.
A glance at the clock reveals I only have twenty minutes to finish getting dressed put on the cycle gear and get to my interview 15 miles away!
Its a good thing motorcycles come equipped with a supersonic button! The interview went well. I spent a few hours rounding up hurricane supplies. Got back home to find everyone normal and very happy to see me!
SND - hope it doesn't hit again!
Cheers,
Kim
Funny how they ONLY do this when I am barefoot! And in the shower!
It wasn't unusual for Queen Faylene to be absent from the morning activities- toe chomping is sooooo beneath her!
Strategic aiming of the hand nozzle prevented the Romanator from turning me into a paraplegic. He still can't figure out how it ONLY rains on his face no matter where his face goes!
He turned his violent tendancies towards those more able to absorb such attacks- Fizzle and Bugsy!
So I fixed everyone breakfast and made Queen Faylene's separate dish and went on a quest to locate her. Found her buried inside some laundry. Usually the second she is touched she wakes with a start because of all the times Fizzle has done sneak attacks. But this morning her body lay still. No reaction at all, even as I unwound her from the clothing.
My heart jumped in my mouth. Please lord, you can't have her just yet, she has more living to do. Just six hours ago she had been wrestling with my hand, dooking and war dancing, somersaulting and bouncing off furniture.
Tears already welling behind my eyelids, I choked them back. I lifted her up, her head lolled back, her tiny tongue barely peeking out from between her lips, her eyes partially open.
I brought her to my lips and kissed her on the nose seeking that familiar response of hers to kiss me back. Nothing, her head and body inert, non responsive like an old rag.
I began to check for vitals:
First and foremost she was still warm, and I could detect a heart beat! Phew! that's a relief!
Come on Faylene WAKE UP! I jostled her. No response.
So of course I begin to think she is having an insulinomic crash. Although there is no drooling, and she definitely seems to be asleep- not spaced out. She's never exhibited anything remotely indicating insulinoma.
But I grabbed the Kayro syrup anyway dipped a fingertip and dabbed it under her nose. Signs of life! The tongue cleans the gooey stuff off the nose and the eyelids slowly open. Then BAM! she realizes she is being held and immediately begs for mom's kisses!
Talk about relief! I smooch her back, giver her some water to drink from my lips and she is immediately her normal shivery self! I hugged her and put her in her cubby hole with her breakfast dish and she chowed down as usual.
A glance at the clock reveals I only have twenty minutes to finish getting dressed put on the cycle gear and get to my interview 15 miles away!
Its a good thing motorcycles come equipped with a supersonic button! The interview went well. I spent a few hours rounding up hurricane supplies. Got back home to find everyone normal and very happy to see me!
SND - hope it doesn't hit again!
Cheers,
Kim