July 20th, 2005

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Paladin's sick, we're not quite sure with what, but we're taking him back to the vet today. If I seem a little hard to get ahold of, that's why.

Sudden onset, vomiting and elevated heart rate yesterday, diarrhea and panting today. Cross your fingers for food poisoning and not cancer for me, okay? He's almost ten, which is pretty old in mastiff years.
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bear by san

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aaaaand back from the vet. We did three films and took blood. He's got some arthritis (age-appropriate) and there's a shape on the x-ray that could be a kidney that's the wrong shape and in the wrong place (not a problem as long as the other one works) or that could be what we euphemistically term a mass.

But he seems to have stopped vomiting. We're going to try some rice and poached chicken in a little while. I am less panicky, though, which is good--because I know whatever's going on, we're taking whatever action can be taken.

He charmed the vet, as he always does.
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bear by san

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Paladin ate a cup and a half of rice and chicken, and did not barf. I am contented.

Alex the parrot can count to none. (via kristine_smith and janni) Alex the parrot was part of the inspiration for Scardown and Worldwired.

Go Alex.

Progress notes for 20 July 2005:

"Ile of Dogges"

New Words: 1,054
Total Words: 1,054
Pages: 5
Reason for stopping: </strong>Tired
Mammalian Assistance: Marlowe came and sat on my chest for a while, but that was mostly while I was toiling in the media mines.
Stimulants: teaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Earl Grey.
Exercise: Gothercise
Mail: Nomail
Today's words Word don't know: n/a
Tyop du jour: and stared at the coffered penaling.
Darling du jour: Edmund Tylney, in pain and reeking from rotting teeth, stood before the sideboard and crumbled sugar into his sack.
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: China Mieville, Iron Council
Interesting research tidbits of the day: See Alex, above
Other writing-related work: I did all those contracts yesterday, and did the Chizine stuff the day before that.


Player: They're hardly divisible, sir - well, I can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and I can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and I can do you all three concurrent or consecutive, but I can't do you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory - they're all blood, you see.

Guildenstern (Or Rosencrantz): Is that what people want?

Player: It's what we do.
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