I've been thinking about this place lately and miss sharing things. I know, because I'm such a sharer, right? Whatever, I do miss it. I've been wondering why I let it go and think I just became very unfocused or something. Let's go back to this time last year, shall we?
Right around this time last year, Miss Arse lost her sight. She wasn't blind as in the world went dark and she needed a service dog named Libby or anything. I mean, hell, she's got me, right? Right. She could see variances in light and dark, she could tell if something was large and red although she'd say it was purple and have no clue it was a firetruck. But she wasn't Stevie Wonder, either. So, what happened? Wellllp, she neglected cataracts for over 25 years and they rebelled on her, causing massive infections in both eyes and fusing to the corneas in both, one worse than the other. So, repairs began since doctors just swore they could fix this for her and she was game to try.
Once it was over and I had her back home, she was good. Of course, she was also drugged, but hey...she was happy. It was an unusually long removal that involved both laser and knife, and she wound up with a destroyed cornea but hey, she didn't die. It was a good day!
In the midst of all this eye drama, Beatrice gave up sleeping in the casserole dish and chose the center of the couch instead.
Jake had a busy year. He turned 19 and got his first ice cream cake ever. Go him. Maybe when he's 20, I'll let him get a driver license...
That's kind of pitiful, I suppose, but hey, he's lucky I didn't get him a chin implant to go with it.
Serratia marcescens. I have no idea what started it but it's been an ongoing battle in towels, shower and toilet since it started and it comes on fast. Like in hours. What you see on that towel happened less than 12 hours after that (freshly washed) towel was used and dropped in a hamper. It'll grow in a shower or toilet that was scrubbed a day or so before and it smells like Fritos or the pads on dogs' feet (which are interchangeable, by the way). I now buy a lot of bleach. *nods*
So, let's see...what else? Oh, back to Jake for a moment if no one minds. His music has really taken off and, as such, he's been able to get in backstage at various concerts and hang out with the musicians. Apparently his new thing is to take "surprise!" pictures with these people.
Crystal Castles. I was sort of horrified by the look on her face and asked him if he stank. He said no, that someone had just hit her in her face and her mouth was bleeding and she didn't want that shown in a picture. Well, alrighty then. But as horrified as I was over poor Alice's expression, the one that came next was worse.
Gary Numan, one of my all-time favorites. And all I get to do is fight pink mold and cook trotters. Life isn't fair...not a damn bit fair.
The other interesting thing that happened is that Jake nearly became a statistic. He'd gone to a club to see (and probably lick) The Dead Kennedys. While there, someone drugged his drink. Yep, exactly what you hear about in the media and figure will never happen to you...well, it happened to him. Thankfully, he was with a group of excellent and caring friends, as well as the father of one friend. They were able to see something was terribly wrong and call for help quickly...they saved his life. I get the dreaded call no parent wants from the dad at around 1am, saying he's at the hospital with Jake and I need to hurry. I hurried. When I got there, this is what I found and I was scared *shitless.
He spent a couple of days in the ICU because they had a little trouble getting his heart regulated and he was so terribly stomach-sick, but within an hour of me arriving, they knew he was going to live and I was able to relax a little. I took this picture so that all who see it will know (almost) firsthand that this can and *does happen. People will drug your drink. In the blink of an eye, in one dumbass move on his part that he's probably done a million times - turning his back on his drink - he very nearly died. And I still cry every time I see this picture and realize how close I came to losing him.
So, that's it for my photodocumentary of what's been going on in my life. I know, you wish we could trade lives, don't you? It's been a long, rough year and in the end, Tucker had the best idea...