Over at The Athletic, I always write, "Read the article, skip the comments," an homage to the classic "leave the gun, take the cannoli" from "The Godfather."
"Felix is up to 16 pounds from 10 (WOOT), however, my vet was concerned by the egregious incompetence of the vet I saw in Bakersfield. “Not only is this insulin for the wrong SPECIES, he has you using the wrong syringes.” So, while Felix is alive and has gained weight, his diabetes is not under control. So, my chubby boy is getting new insulin, new syringes, and a game-plan to get his body back on track.."
I can't believe that vet in Bakersfield! The wrong insulin and the wrong syringes?! And what would have happened to Felix had this vet not caught it?! What is wrong with people these days?! I am glad to read he's gained some weight--that handsome boy, and I hope he continues to get better, too.
I hate when I “see” someone reading something I wrote. I hate seeing a subscription come over because I feel someone has set an expectation of me I didn’t ask for... I didn’t even though posting stuff probably is an ask. I liked it when I wrote at a newspaper mid ’90s, before Web 2.0 and I never knew who read anything except when they got so mad they called and left a voicemail... so few of those, though. Now... I don’t want know...
I dropped this comment on something Laurie Stone wrote about the narrator. People get all caught up and confused about memoir and forget it’s mostly one big lie as a singular POV from the narrator who poses as an author... They mistake it for the truth. 😳 My POV on memoir, anyway... I could be wrong...
First, woot woot for Felix. May he gain weight and live a long and happy life. Next, I'm so glad you have Krista. We women should all have that one person, that Krista. I have one and she's my lifeline. And finally, I try to respect that reader/writer line. Whether I'm reading or whether I'm writing. It's not that easy. Cyber hugs and thanks for a lovely article.
I always feel like we are some sort of same wavelength, although complete strangers. I wallow in my loneliness and my life is so crazy I've yet to fully write online and maybe I'm full of shit, I dunno, but I secretly want to be online friends. Perhaps I am just a stalker and admirer, but I just, like, feel it. I also have childhood trauma, i also am in a midlife crisis, and I also don't need a therapist but just someone online who talks to me like an adult sometimes.
Over at The Athletic, I always write, "Read the article, skip the comments," an homage to the classic "leave the gun, take the cannoli" from "The Godfather."
Haha!! 😂😂😂
"Felix is up to 16 pounds from 10 (WOOT), however, my vet was concerned by the egregious incompetence of the vet I saw in Bakersfield. “Not only is this insulin for the wrong SPECIES, he has you using the wrong syringes.” So, while Felix is alive and has gained weight, his diabetes is not under control. So, my chubby boy is getting new insulin, new syringes, and a game-plan to get his body back on track.."
I can't believe that vet in Bakersfield! The wrong insulin and the wrong syringes?! And what would have happened to Felix had this vet not caught it?! What is wrong with people these days?! I am glad to read he's gained some weight--that handsome boy, and I hope he continues to get better, too.
I know. And when I tried to question the vet because the insulin package said 100ml syringes not 40, he balked like I was crazy,
So, we’re starting over. Getting him on glarjesn (sp?) which is crazy expensive. Then we’re doing another curve because his fructose isn’t regulated,
I mean, I’m happy he’s not dead, but the care was bananas,
Bless it! Prayerfully, everything will work out and that sweet handsome boy will be back on the up and up and 100%.
I hope your knee heals up all the way, too. I can't imagine how it must've been adjusting to the shift in everything. 🙏🏾💙
Hurray for Felix & Krista, and boo to painful knees.
Kaiser and the Bakersfield vet can F all the way off.
Thank you! 😊
I hate when I “see” someone reading something I wrote. I hate seeing a subscription come over because I feel someone has set an expectation of me I didn’t ask for... I didn’t even though posting stuff probably is an ask. I liked it when I wrote at a newspaper mid ’90s, before Web 2.0 and I never knew who read anything except when they got so mad they called and left a voicemail... so few of those, though. Now... I don’t want know...
I dropped this comment on something Laurie Stone wrote about the narrator. People get all caught up and confused about memoir and forget it’s mostly one big lie as a singular POV from the narrator who poses as an author... They mistake it for the truth. 😳 My POV on memoir, anyway... I could be wrong...
https://substack.com/@gerardmclean/note/c-42196979?r=uw76&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action
YES! 👏👏👏
First, woot woot for Felix. May he gain weight and live a long and happy life. Next, I'm so glad you have Krista. We women should all have that one person, that Krista. I have one and she's my lifeline. And finally, I try to respect that reader/writer line. Whether I'm reading or whether I'm writing. It's not that easy. Cyber hugs and thanks for a lovely article.
I always feel like we are some sort of same wavelength, although complete strangers. I wallow in my loneliness and my life is so crazy I've yet to fully write online and maybe I'm full of shit, I dunno, but I secretly want to be online friends. Perhaps I am just a stalker and admirer, but I just, like, feel it. I also have childhood trauma, i also am in a midlife crisis, and I also don't need a therapist but just someone online who talks to me like an adult sometimes.