Thanks for the poem. Go for it....um.......an MRI lights the inside of you up like a Christmas tree....radioactive shit.......It would be one thing if that is the only doctor I am going to see within two weeks and the only MRI this year, but I am going to see the gastro doctor on Dec. 8...and what if he wants to do an MRI, too? I don't want two MRI's within a few weeks. I won't know until I see the doctor what he will want to do until I see him on Dec. 8th...If he does not need to do an MRI, too, then I am clear to have the MRI for the neurologist.......If he wants to order one, too....then I have to pick which MRI I should have done,......That is why I said before, why can't someone look at everything all at one time.......instead they all have to make money ordering an MRI on me, if that is what they do? All the doctors I am seeing a part of the same medical group. This is my dilemma about it......
Thanks, Lynn....Nice words....My mom would be livid right now and would have yelled me into oblivion if she knew I ever took any prednisone.....My brother kind of stepped in and sounded like her while he was here a few times...i know it is a dangerous drug......and I never had heartburn until I took the prednisone in the first place.....I think it created more problems for me....bad shit. Sullivan, the golden, has been in the car since 9 am this morning. Stan took him with him to the dentist today....as Sully loves the car and going places with Stan most of everything....so Stan said he will be putting Sully's ashes in the car with him.........and Sully got up this morning to go out with Stan, so Stan took him.......and Sully has wedged himself on the floor in the back and won't come out......Stan keeps trying every half hour to get him out....and cannot get leverage underneath Sully to lift him to carry him out of there.....and does not want to pull Sully and hurt him.....so Stan made the appointment for tomorrow morning for our vet to come over to euthanize him with the ambulatory service that will take his body and have him cremated......so this is Sully;s last night with us out there, though......I am told dogs rarely die in their sleep, which would be the perfect scenario if Sully just died there tonight with no euthanasia...Could happen, i guess. They would still come over without the vet to get him out of there and take him to get cremated. this is a very sad night. Stan is so stressed and upset all day and night here......and I am very sad.
Sully, gentle giant, you never complained....you never were any trouble at all, I am so sorry, our friend.....our loved one, our family member...I am so sorry, buddy......You will always live in my heart.... I have had to clean the house, be on sort of performance to make everyone happy for Thanksgiving time.....and your dieing has hit me like a ton of bricks today, as it has really sunk in the quiet here today....and I cried my eyes out for you today.
At this moment I am preparing for another night of restless "sleep" that will surely be wrought with plenty a nightmare of whether life holds any meaning or if my continued pursuit of happiness is futile.
Speaking of that...restless sleep...Stan is upstairs talking and yelling out in his sleep....Man, is he stressed. he never does that. he did not want to go to bed upstairs and just wanted to stay down here tonight. I told him he would be no good for Sully tomorrow with no sleep...and that I would wake him when I went upstairs......I am too upset to sleep......right now....so maybe I will go outside and talk to Sully in a few minutes and see if he wants to come in or out of that car. he surely has to pee by now.......He had water in the car all day and small amounts of food.......Also, Stan keeps starting up the car every so often to warm it up out there, as it is in the 20's out there tonight.
I went outside, and Sully was on the back seat, and Stan said, if only he was on the back seat, I could lift him out of there. Sully would not move for me, so i went upstairs and woke Stan up and told him that Sully was on the back seat now, so Stan came down and warmed up the car and tried to talk Sully out of there, but Sully would not budge......and after awhile, after a tug, Stan was able to get him out of the car, and Sully took the biggest pee(he never peed in the car....what a good boy Sully always is)......and Stan helped Sully up the porch steps and Sully had to rest...but little by little ...Sully is inside now.....very shallow breathing...and Stan is spending the night on the couch now with him down here......
A truly sad day today. May he rest in peace. If it weren't for him, so many of us wouldn't be here today. And now faced with great injustice, he chose death.
What a joke ICTY turned out to be. A man can bring in and drink poison. And then it takes them so long to react.
If someone is accused of the things he is suspected of its not an injustice to put him on trial. A fair trial of course. It would sooner be an injustice not let a (international) court look into it. About the lacking response after it became clear he poisoned himself on purpose... yeah. Unfortunate. But his choice
In Praljaks case? How so? No matter if he saved people, it doesn't excuse him from possible war crimes. And yes, that's how several of the accusations must be defined. I didn't follow the case in detail, so if you think it's some kind of political farce you would have to explain why exactly
oh my my my. Moonie, I type this with tears in my eyes for y'alls wonderful brave boy that so loved to ride in the car with his dad. I bet Sully spent a lot of time in that car yesterday/last night just reliving those great fun filled times. I truly believe Stan and you will see Sully again (and all the others) one day at the Bridge...although that is little comfort now. Please never forget that Sully knew he was loved and loved well. My prayers for you and your crew during this time of loss.
Thank you, Lynn..... Sully wanted to be in the car, so Stan let him go into the bigger car earlier, and took him for a ride and got a slice of thick roast beef for him from the deli. The guys in the deli knew about Sully, so they said the meat was on them. Sully ate that, and spent the last part of his life on the back seat in the Buick...Stan's and sully' car. the neighbors came over to help, offer support and say good-bye to Sully...what gracious , wonderful people....and our vet and the ambulance came over around noon, and Sully is gone now....It was time. Sully had dignity and died with dignity and was surrounded by love..... Afterwards , I came inside and Stan cried on my shoulder and wailed like a baby....but he knew it had to be this way, and it was a beautiful service with the neighbor's here and our gentle vet and the driver of the ambulance , who was also very sweet and gentle..... and now, life has to march on. Sully and i this past Thanksgiving weekend, and pugs in back , too...