Posted By Russ Emerson on August 3, 2007 at 5:45 pm
I’ve just received a call from the neurologist’s office. Having seen the results of the cisternogram done earlier this week, there is now some doubt as to the accuracy of the hydrocephalus diagnosis. Specificaly, the cisternogram showed no buildup of fluid in my brain.
I’m confused.
Something is definitely wrong; my legs work rather less than well, after all. Hardly at all, really. But having ruled out MS and ALS, and now pretty much ruling out the hydrocephalus… what is left? Perhaps we’ll know more after my next trip to the neurologist.
Damn, this is aggravating. Now we’re back to not knowing again.
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Posted By Russ Emerson on August 3, 2007 at 3:29 am
Like most cats, Mycah hardly ever sleeps: only when she’s not pooping or begging for food.
On rare occasions (perhaps six nights a week) she will decide to join me on the bed when I hit the rack. I suppose she thinks herself justified in doing so. After all, once I’m supine, she pretty much has a captive audience.
Well, not so much the audience part. She takes advantage of my recent immobility to demand — not request, but demand — skritches. She’s even figured out where to position herself so that she’s within arm’s reach, at the right distance for effective skritch reception. Such a schemer, she is.
I am willing to deliver the skritches, but that’s not the point, not at all. She is using me, just as she expects to be fed and watered and to have her poop scooped. Such a needy kitty.
And of course, a sleeping victim is so much easier to dispatch… which I have no doubt she’ll do to me, once she figures out how to use can openers and poop scoopers on her own.
“Bad kitty! No homicide! Bad!” Naaaah, it’s no use. Cats don’t listen.
No one in my family believed that a cat would possibly spend time on something as comfortable as a Sealy Posturepedic (nature’s Stoics, they are, preferring hard tile floors and the like) even when presented with evidence in the form of a Hefty bag full of cat hair collected from my sheets over the course of a week. I therefore cleverly left my camera on the nightstand, hoping to ambush my nocturnal nemesis.
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Busted.
I’ll give her this much, though: at least she doesn’t try to steal the covers.
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Friday Ark is ready for boarding.
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