Day 836

That darn cat. Still picking at her fur just like she was months ago when we took her to the vet. Psychogenic alopecia was the diagnosis.

Guess she's proud of it. Why else would she want to show all of us how pink the skin is on her tummy when there's no fur to hide it?

Day 835

It's the same routine. Head to the infusion lab, feet up, IV in. Sit for a couple hours. Head home, feet up in my recliner. Sit and work on school stuff a bit. Take a nap. Get up feeling groggy and icky. Go back to bed. Wake up the next day not feeling much better. Tired, dizzy, and just overall not too super.

The only thing that might change is the working on school stuff. That would be because kitty thinks if my feet are up in the recliner it's her opportunity to sit in my lap. But if I have something in my lap, like say a laptop? Guess that laptop is just as warm as my lap top.

Day 834

How do you know the chicken fajita special you ordered at Alejandra's is bubbly hot? Look at the bubbles around the edge. Yummy.

Day 833

Poor kitty. She looks nice and comfortable and fat and puffy here.Well, she's not fat and puffy. It's clear that she is tiny and getting much, much older. How do I know this?

Because the first time - ever - I gave her a bath. (I know, I know, neglectful, huh?)

Poor kitty.

Day 832

Can you tell where I spent my night by the looks of this picture?

Hospital. Sleep study number two.