Little Man has Addison's Disease

Poor Little Man, our rescue pug, has been diagnosed with Addison's Disease. When we adopted him we knew he had a heart murmur, no chest bone, severe hip displysia, east/west eyes, and who knew what else. I think the Fates have been unfair with our Little Man.

Aging Sucks (or The Body Breaks Down)

Let's see, what's new and noteworthy? In November I had some injuries that resulted in my knee finally failing completely. When I was younger, about 16, I was told by a doctor that if I didn't slow down and start watching out for my knees (I was a somewhat clumsy, but serious, athlete) that I would end up in a wheelchair by the time I was 40. I showed him! I didn't slow down, and I didn't end up in that wheelchair until I was 44...Take that, Doc! My tibia, patella and femur had fused together (it's supposed to be impossible, but then my body is made up of oddities like extra roots in teeth and blood vessels in my eyes). Luckily I found a surgeon who was willing to do a complete knee replacement. Prognosis wasn't good, so my staggeringly successful recovery has left my surgeon feeling more godlike than ever. Fair enough. I'll give him that. DH (Darlin' Husband) was a male Florence Nightingale through it all. How many men would take on all he did? It almost excuses some of his past behaviour...almost. To be fair, now that I see that in writing, I should excuse all past indiscretions...I mean, he dealt with my crying in pain, my inability to get out of a hospital bed set up in the downstairs living room...he even emptied my commode. That deserves a clean slate more than anything else I can think of.

Started Blogs: How Life Gets In the Way

I've started three blogs over the past eight years. Each blog has only a small handful of posts. None of those posts is very exciting, but then, that's my life. Not very exciting, and dotted with infrequent handfuls of only somewhat noteworthy occasions. I'm trying to decide if my lack of posts is down to my being too busy with my life to post, or if my life is so boring that there is nothing worth posting. More of the latter, if I'm being truthful. See? Boring. But, it's my life and it doesn't FEEL that boring while I'm living it. I expected so much more out of life when I was younger. Somehow, I can't find it in me to be disappointed. I like my little life......