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Hi! I may have subscribed to your journal because you wrote something interesting that showed up while I was browsing dreamwidth or reading my network page. Perhaps you're reading this because you think I wrote something of note. Either way, welcome.

I try to avoid hate speech of any kind on my journal. If I slip up and say something heedless of my own privilege, please tell me - in a non-flaming way. These are teachable moments, not times to whack people over the head with a newspaper.

I could list an alphabet soup of identities, but suffice it to say thatRead more... )
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Am hoping she is helpful, and we can keep body weight discussions to a minimum because that is not what I am there to talk about.

In related news, I wrote this tirade comment on [personal profile] shehasathree 's journal and it seemed relevant and I am sharing it because I've been thinking about it since that asshole cardiologist last week

This is my problem with #notalldoctors:

If pretty much *anyone else* crosses a big ol' boundary

tw: talkin' about abuse and manipulation )


Sep. 12th, 2014 02:31 pm
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So I have had such trouble finding POTS doctors for, like, ever.

Apparently the key search term is not anything to do with dysautonomia. It is "electrophysiologist cardiologist" or some variation of that.

Also because they think the general public will have trouble remembering that, the professional association associated with that has a horrible website.

BUT there is a website for the Heart Rhythm Society which is basically the same thing, because even though it basically spends the whole time talking about atrial fib and arrhythmias, when I have called any of the doctors that they have IN THEIR DATABASE OF DOCTORS, the receptionists KNOW WHAT POTS IS, they do tilt table testing in house, and they can schedule me with a doctor who specializes in the weird thing I have.

So basically it's a secret society of doctors who treat POTS but don't advertise? IDEK. Like nowhere does it say anywhere "POTS" or "dysautonomia" or "hypotension" or whatever, BUT THEY TOTALLY TREAT THOSE THINGS.

Did I mention that their database of doctors appears to be international?


cynicism about doctors )
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Awhile ago partner put a cat noises app on my phone. Initially it was a way for myself and various family members who were not so familiar with cats to get a sense of different types of cat noises and what they might mean.

However, it has another very useful purpose, if one doesn't overuse it. That purpose is distracting cats.

For example, when Bubba and Chance were getting a little *intense* in their play (read: Chance mostly was the intense one), sometimes I would play random cat meows from the app. Both cats would stop what they were doing and go, "Wait, there's another cat? Are you making that noise? Where is that coming from? What?" It was enough of a distraction to kind of break the cycle of predator-prey-intensity and kind of reset things.

Note: use sparingly so as not to acclimate cats to random cat noises and render ineffective.

Another useful tool is random bird noise apps or YouTube videos. Your cat may or may not respond as mine has, but there have been times when we've needed to get Chance in a cat carrier or give him meds and he has (wisely) hidden under the bed or another difficult to reach location. Rather than doing the ill-advised move-the-bed or reach-under-to-meet-unhappy-cat-pull-out-of-hiding-maneuvers, at times we have played bird noises on the phone. This has sometimes led to cat coming out to go, "Wait birds? I like birds. Where are you hiding the birds? How did they get in the tiny box?"

Again, using sparingly is key. It also helps if the noises come sometimes not when cat is about to be trapped for medicine or the carrier, but also for fun things like investigating magic bird box or getting food.

I am guessing probably more experienced cat guardians have already figured these things out, but I thought I would share for kicks, in case people find this helpful, and because my memory is sometimes swiss-cheese-like.

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Thought I'd share a couple of Chance pics. J., who heads the rescue where we got Chance, has pointed out that it can be hard to photograph black cats well because they tend to meld into one abyss of ebony. My mom certainly has trouble picking out which bit of a photo shows Chance's head and which is a paw. I blame the fact that she's usually looking on a tiny smartphone screen. Anyway, is it easier for you? We shall see.
three kitty photos under the cut )

Funny thing about Chance and blankets: he has been excellent motivation for us to make the bed. He seems to feel that sheets are lava and blankets are "safety", to reference that one childrens' game. So if we don't make the bed, he curls up in a tiny corner where there is actually blanket, leaving the vast expanse of sheet untouched. Being concerned cat guardians who want our Chance to have maximum napping/frolicking space, we have been trying to ensure bed-making. (But be assured I will also be working on awdddddddddddddddx<--CHANCE'S FIRST KEYBOARD WRITING ahem, um, helping him get used to sheets.)
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You know how they have ball pits?

Well, what about a toy-mouse pit for kitties?

Wouldn't have to be huuuuge, could be expanded, and if Chance went AAAHHHHH THEY HAVE BANDED TOGETHER then we would just have a large stash of toy-mice for when the existing stash went missing, etc.



relates to toy mice but references other things cats do to mice, no mice were harmed in the making of this story )

P.S. My brain weasels keep acting up and it sucks and also this leads me to talk a LOT about depressing news things like the FCC and Net Neutrality or what have you. I think know it is irritating my partner and also bothering me. Can someone link me sites that are cheerful and fun to look at but include sometimes words and not just pictures/video (because often I look at on my phone while twiddling thumbs and bandwidth). Dark humor also very much appreciated (see: The Bloggess).
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So you know how people have been making proto-self driving vehicles? Well what I want is a self-driving vehicle that has detachable escape pods. So, say you're at a party or family event with people. And say they want to stay but you are like rrrrrgh needs must go NOW. You can just get in your self-driving escape pod and jet out of there to wherever you need to go (a safe friend's house, your own house, some sort of ER, etc.) without having to get into a prolonged discussion about who will stay and who will go, who is driving which car, people potentially guilting you for "ruining" the party when that is not actually in your capacity to do to an entire party by merely leaving to take care of yourself, etc.

I think this is a brilliant plan!

Also, maybe the pod could be set up for introverts if perchance you are in introvert, so there could be shades to screen you from the outside world and music of your choice and perhaps a selection of books or a built-in ereader collected to a great library and squishy pillows and weighted know, whatever helps you decompress from THE OVERSTIMULATION and SPOON OVERLOAD.

Please someone use this idea, you can haves it for free! Just make it happen!
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Buzzfeed Video Link: Things Cats Do That Would Be Creepy If You Did Them

*new video partner and I are referencing fairly often, not always in reference to Chance*
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Has anyone ever had a headache where:
  • no pain if they are laying down (at least, after a couple minutes)
  • immediate stabbing pain if they sit up (only on one side of the head, though the side may change)
  • the pain may dull after awhile of sitting up
  • the pain is only on one side, around/just behind one ear, and feels like pressure or maybe a lance going through the head
  • sometimes there is also inner ear pain on that side of the head
  • it has lasted at least four days
I know all the medical thingies say if you experience a weird headache to go to a doctor, but this one feels SO weird (like, even my nurse-mom is like, "I'll have to think about that one") that I just worry-from-past-experience that if I go to a doctor they will do things like make me have moar brain scans (have had maybe three in the past year? and they were all fine); refer me to a specialist for whom I'll have to wait a long time; give me painkillers that are super strong and also trigger mania which is no good; decide in the end that it is either psychosomatic or a side effect of one of my meds and they can't actually do anything about it, or it will have gone away by the time my appointment with the specialist actually comes.
It's nice when you have confidence in the medical system, see?

So anyway, not expecting Medical Advice (TM) for which I will sue if it doesn't work or something, just wondering if I am the only one this has happened to or if it shares commonalities with anyone else's weird headaches. Because sometimes I really do wonder if I am going "crazy" in the negative, stereotyped-by-the-media sense of the word.

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Where most of the day is spent with your cat who is having upset tummy and then meowing pathetically by the litterbox and/or running around the house because getawayfromitgetawayfromit, and finally the chaos stops at 2:30 am and you get to sleep and then are awoken at 7:30 am by a callback from the vet's office saying yes bring the cat in today, only maybe don't feed him because we might need to do bloodwork we'll get back to you on that after we check again with the vet, and by the way our earliest appointment isn't until this afternoon have fun with your hungry cat? And you kind of fall back asleep but not really because now your cat is all "I am fine I am just playing on top of my sleeping human"?

And then you take your cat to the vet after just having taken him two days before for vaccinations &tc and your poor kitty is like srsly I have an upset stomach and so you don't feed me and then take me back to this place with the thermometer up the butt?!?

Where the vet gives good care and you are pretty confident that the cat did not catch giardia somehow from the dog but you *do* have to give him antibiotics twice a day for 10 days (and it's Flagyl which is just le gross to take) and also now he has a special bland diet which means you have to pick up chicken from the store *and* if he doesn't improve soon or he gets worse you have to take the kitty back pronto to get X-rays? And also at some point you have to remember to bring them a stool sample on ice so they can test it for all the not-fun things, because it is a matter of protocol and somehow you keep forgetting to refrigerate or ice your cat's poop because usually he goes right when you've gotten in bed?

But at least the visit was not as expensive as feared, the cat was spared bloodwork, and so far seems to be doing okay and even let you toss a pill down his throat. Also he was super cuddly while you were rereading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and you couldn't get up to answer the phone because he was on your feet and it would have disturbed him and clearly his day was traumatic enough already. Also basically you were done with moving.

tl;dr I am way behind on entries and replying to things and stuff; that is mostly because I am mega-sleep deprived (I require eight hours of sleep to be pleasant and feel like myself, seven to be semi-functional, below that we enter the badlands.) Also fair bit of worrying about Chance today, both in terms of "I hope this is not something terribad" and "I hope he does not hate the vet's and/or the car forever and ever." Crossing fingers that tomorrow is a better day and I can catch up on dreamwidth and also do some more of the things I wanted to do like maybe change the sheets or pick up meds from the faraway compounding pharmacy (or, crap, the nearby regular pharmacy too *sigh*).
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  1. Tea, glorious tea
  2. Went swimming earlier this week! It was warmer than the Ocean, which was good for my companions but less good for me. Still fun! Though I still need to write what my Gran calls a "stiff letter" to the Park Authority about the accessibility stuff at that pool.
  3. Helped save a dog from a hot car yesterday! Adorable Portuguese Water Dog. So glad we were around.
  4. Chance is getting even more confident and comfortable, and among other things, has: found a perch in the kitchen; started giving my mom kisses; discovered not only how to open and close the drawer that formerly held his treats, but also how to remove his clicker from it.
  5. My mom got Sarge an appointment with our awesomesauce!thorough!whycan'tshebemydoctor vet, so maybe we'll figure out what's going on with him (because Giardia does not cause all of the symptoms he was having last week, nope it doesn't, *avoids TMI*). And my sister can't stop us because she'll be on vacation.
  6. Chats with friends!
  7. Waking up to a cat on my chest licking my nose. (Which is definitely better than when he hopped on my bladder at midnight-ish last night.)
  8. Partner is home! We might see Maleficent this weekend and/or How to Train Your Dragon 2.
  9. Doing absolutely nothing traditional for the Fourth of July weekend if I can help it.
  10. On my poncho-cape of glory, I am almost done with the first pocket and that leaves: second pocket, finishing, picking and sewing on buttons, DONE.
ETA: Also yesterday there was a TURTLE in the rain garden. XD
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I am really excite for this game, Never Alone,  coming Fall 2014. It is a puzzle platformer which is not totally my thing but my partner lurvs (so I may watch her play because glorious pretties), and also more importantly, the game was made in collaboration with Alaskan Native storytellers and elders of the Iñupiat people. It is a way to ensure that their stories continue to thrive among the next generation of their tribe and also among the rest of the world.

(Also, you get to play as the fox as well as the girl. <3 Let me just pause to squee about that for a moment here.)

ETA: Also did I mention it's got English subtitles? Because it's narrated in Iñupiat.

I feel like it is not inappropriate to avoid spamming by *raising a glass of non-alcoholic fizzy things* in remembrance of Stonewall here. I have many many thoughts about Stonewall, but I don't really feel like giving a voice to them at the moment. So just...thank you, those of the past who sacrificed and those who continue to sacrifice for the underdog(s).
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Dear Universe,

The eight-day headache I've had on this vacation is an Abomination Unto Nuggan and I would appreciate if you would make it stop. I understand you wanted to make an epic storm yesterday (thanks for the rain on my pillow at 4 am btw) and of course there were the hormones earlier. Those are both gone now, so maybe you could give me a break? Pretty please? Ferfucksake?

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…I am either:
  1. A mermaid who has given up her underwater breathing and tail fins and shell bra to a sea witch in exchange for legs and talking like a human.
  2. A selkie whose skin has been stolen while I was out on land.
  3. An X-man/person whose superpower is feeling AWESOME in cold water (think 62 degrees) but whose kryptonite is anything warm.
  4. Someone with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome whose symptoms disappear in freaking cold sea water, and whose limbs also return to their proper size & color even when everyone in the sea at the same time (all two other people) eventually have their feet turn yellow. Yellow. My feet go from purplish to a color I'd call "regular." My fingers go from a shape I call "sausage" to one I'd call "bendable without screaming."

Personally, I think any of the first three would be kind of awesome (although the mermaid and selkie stories tend to end rather tragically like, always; also if I were an X-man person I would get to meet Professor Xavier and Magneto theoretically yes I know that it is not "real" just let me have my fantasy!)

I did somewhat enjoy chuckling to myself at the mere mortals who saw us in the water and thought, "Oh yes swimming sounds fun," and then mostly made it to about knee depth before running out screaming.

This is a vast improvement from yesterday, when I was basically curled up in a Ball Of Pain crying. Two swims and an epically awesome massage later and I feel vastly improved. Really wish I could steal the massage therapist back home with me (and his really cute dog); too bad they probably would not enjoy that and also the ocean is not portable either.

Today we bought Chance a cheap feather boa, because he has a Thing for feathers. At the moment he is not sure What to do with it. Partner and I are pretty sure he will probable decide in the middle of the night, and we will wake up in a room full of  feathers and no boa.
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 Dear Chance,

I know last night the moon was very bright. When you licked my face to wake me up and acted super plaintive it was very cute, and I was nearly fooled into thinking it was an overcast breakfast time. However, next time you want to wake me up for foods two hours after I have fallen asleep, you might want to investigate a thing called "clocks". Actually on second thought don't and forget that I ever mentioned that word. Also? If you are frustrated your scheme of epic cuteness did not work, being super loud racehorse kitty and making it hard to fall back to sleep will not make me cave to your pleas/demands. I am sorry last night you did not get freshly caught fish for dinner, alas, because the cruel neighbor did not have a good catch that day or whatever.

tl;dr please for to let me sleep tonight, like that nice nap we had this afternoon

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...Chance apparently knew I needed extra kitty loving, because twice he stood on his hind legs, kneaded my chest gently, and licked me on my face.

Also in the good things realm, I think I *may* possibly have solved the mystery of the stabbing pains at night. I believe it has to do with the long-standing thermostat wars that have occurred in my household since time immemorial, that go something along the lines of, "I am cold and it is cool outside, even though no windows are open to let in the cool air, I will turn off the cooling completely" and then someone else going, "Why is it so f'ing hot in here, who turned off the cooling??? I will now turn the house into a fridge."

So last night I was SUPER hot and also, maybe randomly, having the pains. So I thought, I will go make it a degree or two cooler or at least turn the cooling *back on* if the person-who-shall-remain-nameless has turned it off (I forget if they had). And guess what? The pain stopped.

Oh, POTS/dysautonomia and your bizarre ways of saying "I am heat intolerant make it stop."

(In retrospect, maybe I could have figured this out sooner if I had thought more about how when the pain started, it would stop if I slept on the the coolest room in the house.)

Praise be to All God(esse)s of Sleep, and may this problem resolve itself with a minimum of drama regarding the thermostat setting at night.
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Last night, my mom's reaction was, "I can't believe we're watching this...I think I'm falling asleep."

However, there is something very relaxing about watching your cat watch a British documentary about Urban Birds. For several reasons:
  1. Cat
  2. Cat growing increasingly excited about THE BIRDS. THE BIRDS. And then trying to figure out where they GO. And ARE THEY BEHIND THE MAGIC BOX MOM. And also, if he jumps down below the TV, MAYBE THEY WILL COME BA--ANOTHER ONE ANOTHER ONE.
  3. The narrator of British documentary about Urban Birds. (rough rememberance of a section partner and I found particularly entertaining; please to picture being announced with little emotion in a woman with what I think was a Midland's accent: In this semblance of an Urban Garden, which is by necessity larger than the average urban garden, many cameras have been placed. However, they are hidden so as not to disturb the birds whilst they are feeding. This allows us to get many shots of birds quite close up, which may help aid you in identifying birds in your own garden.)
There is also an "aquarium for your home," which one can watch for a full hour. (Chance has about 10-20 minutes of TV attention span so far though.) However, partner and I spent the vast majority of Aquarium For Your Home having mock conversations between the clownfish and the whatever-the-actual-name-of-the-Dory-fish is. Let me tell you, that clownfish was not very good at sharing.

I am so behind in all my other shows, zomg. However, we want to watch the Data-gets-a-cat episode while Chance is around and see what he does.

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...let's just skip the part about getting Chance into the carrier, which we had *thought* we'd have oh, another two weeks to get him accustomed to. There may have been climbing under the bed after treats and toys both failed. (Let's also skip the part about how this morning when maybe he was high on catnip he climbed into the carrier by himself and started batting at his rolling toy.)

He did really well in the car! Even snuggled up against my leg through the cloth carrier, which is surprising given what I had just done to him.

At the vet many indignities were committed, included having his claws trimmed; getting blood drawn for a routine heartworm test; having someone shine lights in his eyes; having someone put stain in his eyes; having someone shine a UV light in his eyes while the room was dark.

He was a very good kitty. There was no hissing, scratching, biting, or attempts at such. The most he did was attempt to escape/flee this place of terror.

Results: his right eye (the squinty one) is actually healing well; the left eye (which has been wide open) has a corneal abrasion.

So, good call that we insisted on coming into the vet early. we get to put drops 2-3 times per day in BOTH eyes.


Aw, yeah.

It totally wouldn't have worked if he didn't agree they were necessary, though.

We get to go back for a follow-up in a week, which should be...interesting. Also, Chance is getting bolder at exploring the house (though not as much when Sarge is around, even when Sarge is just in the kitchen.) Right now he has his bell collar on, and I'm pretty sure from the noises that he's in the office hidden somewhere, watching me. It's only a matter of time before he discovers that keyboards are for walking on...
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Chance, day 1
Chance explores some of his perches near his window to the birdfeeders (at night, blinds closed); he also wonders what an iPhone is so he is standing at the edge of his table perch and is leaning towards the camera. He has golden/greenish eyes and a white spot or threeish on his chest/belly (only one showing). Otherwise he is all black. He is fairly small, we think maybe 9-10 lbs but have not weighed him yet.
Many things about Chance and also cn: Sarge attempts to eat mushrooms & medically-induced vomiting )
And now off to nap like my cat is doing, or perhaps just squee a bit more that KITTY.
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So I haven't made this widely known, but I have basically wanted a cat of my own for about a decadeand it's finally gonna happen! )
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Please note that it is very hard to photograph a moving puppy, and the lighting in my kitchen (where he tends to be less movement-y) is terrible. :D Also, um, ALL THE PICTURES so beware low bandwidth. Heh.
all the puppy pictures, beware if you have low bandwidth )


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