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Holes in My Husband

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Sep 232011

So part of the aftercare from the surgery was for me to change the dressings. One was just a simple gauze-and-tape affair. The other is a hole in his lower belly that came open after the surgery; it’s big enough that I could put a marble into it (if I were so inclined). That one involves something called a wet-to-dry pack, where I moisten some gauze with sterile saline solution, pack it into the hole, then cover the hole with dry gauze and tape over the whole thing. Apparently the dry gauze then slowly draws the moisture out of the wet gauze, then when you pull out the now-dry gauze it helps clean out the wound.

As a person who has always been interested in biology, I found it fascinating. The hole doesn’t bleed, it’s just… a hole. In his abdomen.

As a person who is married to the patient, I want the hole to heal up right the fuck now.

Besides, he won’t let me post pictures.

Cats. What’re You Gonna Do.

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Sep 052011

So I’m switching Duchess to Blue Wilderness, a dry cat food that has no grains. My health has noticeably improved since I cut grains out of my diet, and I figured if grains are bad for a primate like myself, they can’t be any good for an obligate carnivore.

The last time I tried to change her cat food, I was stupid and just started putting down the new stuff instead of the old stuff. It was even the same brand of cat food, I’d just gotten the fish flavor instead of the chicken. Phurball used to love fish flavor.

She wouldn’t touch it. She barely touched any food for two days, at which point I bought some of her old chicken-flavored food and gave the entire bag of fish-flavored food to the shelter where we’d gotten her.

This time, I planned to be smart about it. I started mixing in a little of the Blue Wilderness with her regular food, so she would get used to the smell and appearance of it. The plan was to increase the ratio until I ran out of the old food.

Apparently she likes the Blue Wilderness. She’s been carefully picking out the nuggets of the new food and eating it all first. Then she comes and tells me she’s out of food. Then an hour later she goes back and reluctantly finishes off the food that’s still in her dish.

Cats. They’re as bad as toddlers.

Mistaken Identity

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Sep 022011

(Background in case you’re just tuning in: Alpha Geek and I both drive Honda Fits. We purchased them two years apart; other than their color, the cars are virtually identical.)

This morning The Director missed the bus, so I drove him to school. Alpha Geek’s car was parked behind mine in the driveway, so I just took his car.

As we were buckling in, I said, “Now let’s see if I can remember how to drive Daddy’s car.”

My son laughed. “It’s exactly like yours.”

As we were driving to school, he remembered that he needs a note for the days he was absent earlier this week. School policy is that such notes must be turned in within two days of coming back to school—i.e., today. He had paper in his backpack, but no pencil.*

“I have a pen in my glovebox,” I told him, pulling in to the drop-off-the-kid line.

He opened the glove compartment, which to my surprise was filled with stuff: paper, glasses case, who knows what.

“What is all—” I began, then facepalmed. “That’s not my glovebox.”

We wound up parking so I could go to the office and borrow a pen.

*Which I will need to ask him about when he gets home—how does one go to school without a pencil?

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