Ten days have come and gone

And yet I’m still dealing with a dog with a bleeding tail.

Gentle readers:

Take this advice.  Do not cut your dog’s tail off.  It becomes a huge pain in your ass.

Anyways.

The hope of being stitch free last Friday was completely dashed pretty quickly.  I have been back to the vet almost every single day since the 15th.  First he kept bleeding through his bandage.  Then the vet wanted to see about taking the bandage off and letting it dry out.  That lasted about as long as it took him to walk back to the vet’s lobby.  Then it was right back to get a new bandage.

Then today we had to go back because he ripped out one stitch by whacking his tail on the kitchen counter.  Blood everywhere once again. :sigh:

We go back tomorrow with the hopes that maybe we can be stitch free on this Friday.  Please baby jesus.

Not only do I hope he is stitch free because I’m ready for it to be healed and hopefully move past this saga but my parents are supposed to come visit on Sunday.  Just a brief visit- overnight, but it will be my mom’s first time seeing the house.

Which means I need to clean this house.  I may have the cleanest walls in the Western world thanks to a bleeding tail but I’ve also had to spend 95% of my time sitting in bed with a dog this past week and a half and my house certainly looks like it.

Wish us luck tomorrow!

Dog update

Thanks for all the well wishes and speedy recovery thoughts over the last day.

After spending the night at the vet, Bronco came home this morning.  We then had to go back about a half an hour later because the bandage had come off and blood was once again going everywhere.

But after we got home the second time things were much better.

For the most part he doesn’t act like his tail is bothering him.  Every once in awhile he will hit it and sort of jump so we are trying to keep him as calm as you can possibly keep a 3 year old lab who loves to run and jump and play.

Basically I’ve been sitting in the bed with him.  He’s always loved to lay in our bed and sleep so we let him.  He’s quiet and not doing any more damage so it works!

We had another brief bleeding incident as I was doing dishes (seriously, I turn my back for two minutes and he starts bleeding again) but it wasn’t too bad.

The stitches come out in ten days.  We just have to make it ten days.

I’m taking bets on how many times we’ll end up back at the vet to get cleaned up and re-bandaged in those ten days.

But for the most part- all is good.

Thank you Amy Winehouse

I just got an email from Amy Winehouse telling me happy birthday.

No really.

Okay it was www.amywinehouse.com but still.

I had to laugh because it is the first of I’m sure the many random websites sending happy birthday emails.

Anyways, Amy (I can call her Amy- we’re tight) hopes that I get a cake and lots of presents.

See Amy, this is why we are such good friends- every one needs some cake on their birthday.

le sigh- that girl knows me so well.

It has been a day.

Not a very good day.

Actually a bloody day.

Warning: if you have a weak stomach- you might want to skip this.

Bronco was coming through the door and the screen door clipped him on his tail.  He let out a little yelp but I didn’t think anything of it until I noticed that blood was being thrown all over my breakfast room.

That’s when I noticed that the blood was coming from his tail.  A lot of blood.  We aren’t talking a little knick here- the word profusely would be more appropriate.

I immediately grabbed a towel and tried to apply pressure.  Yea that wasn’t happening.  The well behaved dog that will listen when you tell him to sit was all but a distant memory.  He kept trying to lick his tail- all the while, still wagging it… throwing more blood around my house.

I called the vet as I ran back to my room to put a bra and shirt on.  The lady, very nonchalantly, told me I could bring him right in.  So I grabbed a bigger towel in hopes of not getting blood all over the car and vet’s office.

Yea that didn’t work either.

We got there (thankfully it is right down the street but it seemed like it was 30 miles away- kept feeling like I had passed it) and I tried to get him into the vet while holding his tail so he didn’t throw blood all over people sitting in the waiting room.

Yea that didn’t happen either.

I did stick my head in and asked people if they could go into the hallway because I knew if he saw people and other dogs then there would be even more of a mess on our hands.  Luckily they did it- actually now that I think about it, no one questioned why this strange disembodied head was asking them to move.  They just moved.  Hmmm, I might have to find a way to harness that power.  Of course I’m sure the fact that my face was all spattered with blood didn’t help.

Anyways, we got inside and the woman was still really calm until she looked up and saw me.  Then she goes “oh you’re the one with the tail.”

Yes as a matter of fact I am.

She called for someone to come up front and they immediately sedated him while I was holding him so that he wouldn’t injure himself further.  It was only then that I got a good look at his tail and oh my god it’s a good thing I’m not squeamish because that was downright vile.   You could see where the hair and skin had ripped away from the bone.  No wonder it was bleeding like a son of a bitch (okay that’s funny.  I didn’t even realize the funny until I had already posted this and proofread it).

It wasn’t until I was filling out the paperwork when I realized how badly my hands were shaking.  In the matter of about seven minutes I’d gone from “come on Bronco let’s go potty” to looking at the bloody bare bone of his tail as he was sedated.

Of course I then called my mom who didn’t answer.  She finally (finally- ha it was like four minutes later) called back and I just unloaded.  I just needed someone to talk to.  It helped immensely.

The dr. called a little while ago and said that they were going to take him into surgery and amputate about 1/4 of his tail so they can get it all clean and sutured up and bandaged.  They are going to keep him overnight and depending on how he’s doing we’ll pick him up tomorrow.

Now I just got to think of a way to keep a bandage on that tail.

And how to remove blood from the blinds.

:deep breath:

One of my favorite things

It’s an odd one I admit but I love the time before the clocks “fall back” an hour for Daylight Savings Time.

I love when it is dark in the morning.  I will usually get up early because I enjoy it that much.  I don’t know why.

I will get up and turn on a lamp (not those evil ceiling lights- I abhor ceiling lights, has to be a lamp) sink into a chair with a blanket and a book.  Ahhhhh, enjoyment at its finest.

Right now it is dark, raining, and the sun is just starting to come up.  The perfect time of day.

I be nervous

for this afternoon’s football game.

Ole Miss losing to South Carolina is a double edged sword.  On one hand, hahahaha they lost to South Carolina, what the hell were they doing ranked so high to begin with?

On the other hand- they are more than likely out for blood.  They have something to prove.  They need to win or else their chances at a bowl game lessen immensely.

The prayers of intercession to St. Bear Bryant will no doubt be at an all time high this season round about 3:30 this afternoon.

I know I’ll be one of them!

Wish me luck

The feet have healed enough (meaning they’ve stopped bleeding each time fabric comes in contact with them) that I’m going to attempt to walk/jog/trot tomorrow.

After talking with the dude at the shoe store we determined that I’m screwed on fit.  Apparently it’s just the way I walk (put another mark in the “just has to do it differently than everyone else” category) which would explain why almost every shoe that isn’t a flip flop or hiking boot/high top has given me blisters.

So I’ve got an insert that will hopefully raise my foot up enough to get past that “break” and I’m going to try moleskin along with two pairs of socks of differing materials.

Hopefully, hopefully this will solve the problem.

Oh and the lab comes home tomorrow.  Yea!  Even though he won’t ever leave me the hell alone and is constantly attached to my hip- I’ve missed the little bugger.

Why god why??!?!!1?!?

I am a victim.

Actually it might not be that bad (I just looked up my error code and there might be hope- for now at least) but my ol’ trusty xbox is sounding like she’s on her last legs.  If you’ve ever heard how loud an xbox is, imagine it three times more so.  That’s what I’m dealing with.

She has served me well.  I will cry if she dies.

Especially if MrBunny tries to pull the “you have a PS3 and Wii, why do we need to replace the 360?” card.

That would be most unfortunate.

RISTLTMB

It can tell the future!!!!

crazy lady at turkey trot

I love it.

Turkey Trot

That’s what I’ll be doing on Nov. 21st.  The Turkey Trot.  So fun to say.  Turkey Trot.  I think MrBunny is going to bludgeon me if I don’t stop saying Turkey Trot.

Anyways- it’s the post’s 3 mile “fun run” and I just signed up this morning.  I asked MrBunny if he wanted to do it with me to which he promptly said “no but I’ll wait at the finish line for you”.  Then I started jogging around the house singing “Turkey Trot” and now he’s saying he’ll wait for me at home.

Talk about support!

I might need to

012, originally uploaded by ironbunny1016.

go get fitted for another pair of shoes.
Oddly enough when I first got the blister yesterday it didn’t bleed but hurt like a sonofabitch. Today it didn’t hurt at all but as the picture shows it bled quite a bit.
Looks like a trip to a running shop is in my near future.

Back on the horse

So I’ve been really bad about watching what I eat for the last couple of months.  It started with one “bad meal” and then next thing I know, months have passed and I’m like- what the hell am I doing?

No more!

I started this morning off with this glass of loveliness.

That’s right- Milk, spinach, benefiber (why not?), and protein powder.  Oh and I think I put a tablespoon of peanut butter in there too.

It does not taste near as vile as you think it might.  Actually it is pretty good.

The peanut butter and chocolate coconut protein powder (I love Dessert Protein- love it) are the only things you can taste.

Yummy.

I feel so badly for them.

Even as storied a program as Alabama, they’ve had their share of bad seasons.  And fans have gritted their teeth through each one, keeping hope for the next year.

But there has always been a glimmer of hope.  Each fan of Alabama has always believed that a championship is a mere “rebuilding year” away.

MrBunny does not have that luxury.

He is a fan of Kentucky.

That’s right- Kentucky.

Basketball season?  Much better situation.  Football?  It is ugly.

U.G.L.Y.

And that is the only word to explain this Kentucky- Florida game right now.

Seven penalties in the first quarter?  Ugly.

Down 31-0 in the first quarter?  Ugly.

Watching my husband watch this game?  Sort of amusing.

I shouldn’t laugh.

But I am.

It must get done.

This may come as a shock to some, but I am a procrastinator.  I am a horrible procrastinator.

That saying “why do today what can be done tomorrow?”- I’m more like, why do today what can be maybe done a couple of weeks from now.

Horrible.

Which is why I still have crap in boxes at my house.

But my dad is coming to visit

Sidestory- one of my other fabulous personality traits is an extremely overactive imagination.  Extremely overactive.  When he called the other day (something that is rare to begin with- he just isn’t that much of a phone conversator) and said hey why don’t I come down in October I was at first very excited.  Then the overactive imagination went to work.

I had myself convinced that he was dying, or my grandmother was dying, or the cat had already died, or that he’s decided to sell all his belonging and join a monastery in France somewhere, or he finally given in to his inner hippie and decided to go off and follow Phish.  The possibilities were endless.

So of course I texted my brother (the lone sibling still in the StL) and asked him what was up.

Turns out my mom is going to be at SAGA convention and my dad doesn’t want to go home (he works in North Carolina- I’m convinced that we are descendants of a nomadic people) to be bored.

So he’s coming here.  And we are going to have fun.  I’m sure there will be an abundance of boring computer talk but I will not be denied conversational opportunities.  It just isn’t in my nature.

and he need a place to sleep.

So I’m spending the next week (who are we kidding- I’ll spend the two days before he gets here running around like a mad woman.  It’s how I keep my girlish figure.) finally finishing upacking everything and finding places for crap.

It will be good.  Especially since after I get that done I can start taking down popcorn ceiling.

Have I mentioned what a fabulous husband I have?  First it was, painting everything.  Then I added that I wanted to redo the floors.  Now I want to take down the popcorn ceiling.  But I want to do the ceilings first because then I wouldn’t have to touch up freshly painted walls from all the crap that fell from the ceiling.  Then I’ll paint the walls and then we’ll redo the floors.

And in about ten years that will all be done.

How does your garden grow?

Out of control actually.

It should be noted that I started all of these, with the exception of the raspberry, with seeds.  Seeds from the dollar aisle at Target.  Impressive right?

Up front there is basil.  An insane amount of basil.  It is basically a basil tree.  If you need basil just give me a shout.

Oh and my garden is a good example of why you should investigate what the hell you are doing beforehand.  Apparently you aren’t supposed to plant raspberries and tomatoes close together.   Oops.  Oh well.

The right side of the garden used to be cucumbers, watermelons, and cantaloupe.  I did get quite a few cucumbers (learned something new: apparently in extreme heat cucumbers do not turn dark green.  Hell they barely turn green at all.) and one cantaloupe before the plague set in.

Yes, we had a plague.  It was unfreaking real.  Grasshoppers the size of a car tire.  I’d go out there to water and a grasshopper would jump out- nearly pissed myself on numerous occasions.

Now I’m battling caterpillars.  Every day I check my tomatoes and pull off at least 10 caterpillars- little bastards are eating my tomatoes!

I’m planning on putting in some fall stuff soon.  Hopefully I won’t be feeding the insect population of southwest Georgia this time.

No I do not live in Atlanta

I guess I should be flattered that so many people are concerned about my well being- especially since my own mother was unaware of the water situation down here in the southeast.

But rest assured people- I, the husband, and even the dogs are completely dry.

As a matter of fact, we haven’t seen rain for weeks.

That’s a lie.

It rained for ten minutes this past weekend.

I’ve watched the news and it seems as if everywhere around us has had ridiculous amounts of rain.  Atlanta is trying to become a part of the Gulf.  We are dry.  We are bone dry.

Not everyone who lives in Georgia lives in Atlanta.  I know.  It’s shocking.  I apologize for shattering your long held assumptions.

I can not tell you how many times people ask where I live and the moment I say “Georgia” they immediately think Atlanta.

I actually live in southwest Georgia.

It should be relatively easy to find it on a map.

We are the part not under water.

In all seriousness though- keep those people in those places underwater in your prayers.

New sidebar addition

No I didn’t finally change the RSS feed of the “week” that’s been there for quite possible a year.  That would be silly.

Actually I added a simple widget for SocialVibe.

I chose the group Music Saves Lives which educates high schoolers and college students about the need for blood donations and marrow registry and work with blood drives.

I’m sure everyone knows at least one person that has been in need of blood at some point.  And our country’s blood banks are nowhere near where they need to be.

So click on the link and it will take you to a pop up window.  It will take you an interactive site.  Take a few moments and do what the site offers, click next and then comment.  That company (Jack in the Box, L’Oreal Paris, whatever) then gives money to Music Saves Lives.

Easy peasy.

I am an idiot

who is obviously stuck in a home remodel frame of mind.

Never once did it occur to me that “roll tide wallpaper” (the latest RISTLTMB) was referring to anything besides the type of wallpaper you put up on your actual wall.

It hit me within the last 30 seconds that they probably meant wallpaper for their computer.

Which makes complete sense.

So my apologies to the person who searched for “roll tide wallpaper” who I subsequently made fun of for it.  My bad.

Rave

Rarely do I actually make stuff out of a box but this stuff was on sale so I said why the hell not.

They were fabulous.

There is a little can of cranberries (with orange peel) and they were so juicy.

Yum, yum, yum.

It’s not quite fall (weather wise) here yet but I’ve ignored all that and dived right into fall baking.  I’m trying Paula Deen’s pumpkin gooey butter cake for dinner tomorrow because we’ve got people coming over and I like using friends as guinea pigs!

I think this oatmeal cake is going to find it’s way to MrBunny’s office sometime next week.

Right now I’m enjoying my self made fall- dropped the a/c to 67 and drinking Bigelow’s Pumpkin Spice tea.

Ahhhh, I can see the leaves changing already.

RISTLTMB

I’m a fan and all but I daresay that MrBunny would be leaving my ass if I suggested this.

roll tide wallpaper

Although I did just hang my huge Alabama flag (you know the outdoor ones- I’m not yet comfortable with my neighborhood to put it outside.) in the blue room.

Speaking of the blue room- big things (not really) are shaking up around the Bunny household.  We’ve decided to make the blue room into sort of “my” room.  I’ve got my keyboard and guitars and music stands and stuff of the like all set up.

At the same time MrBunny is taking the “office” in the back and turned it into his martial arts/asian home decor mecca.  He did just ask to paint it bright bright yellow.  Lord help me.  At least the door can shut!