Sorry about yesterday. I had an appointment with my newest doctor who has joined my collection of doctors. She gave me some news which means I'll probably be taking yet another pill--not just working out with weights. In addition, it seems I may never have had enough bone mass because I was super thin as a child. (I weighed 54 pounds in 7th grade.) Yeah. [sigh] Getting old isn't a hell of a lot of fun, but it beats the alternative. So....let's just say, I wasn't up for posting long-winded anythings yesterday. I usually don't let this shit get me down, but it did yesterday.
On to other things.
I've been working out with Kirby Sams at Hyde Park Gym for a couple of weeks, and I gotta say he's pretty great. He's done a fantastic job of not making me feel like an idiot for being this far behind and out of shape.
Sebastian is reverting to his same old sweet and sassy self. He's been wanting to go outside. (Yeah. NOT HAPPENING, FUZZY ONE.) And he's been wanting to play with his cork/catnip ball. (He lays on the ground and bats at it as it rolls by. Sometimes he attacks it, but mostly it's a lazy process.) He probably should have surgery, but I just got the starting amount on that and there's unfortunately no way that's happening. Also, it'd be one thing if he wasn't already healing--which he is. He may limp for the rest of his life, but I don't think it's going to slow him down much. Hell, he has a broken hip now and he tries to run around and jump, silly thing. All in all, I think he's going to be okay. I'm so so happy to have my boo-kitty back. He's been super snuggly lately.
You can't tell here, but he's definitely gotten some of his weight back. He's more alert too. Here's hoping we have him for another decade. :)
 Seriously, this is like the worst game of Pokemon ever. I truly have no interest in collecting them all, and yet, here I am. Therefore, I'm on doctor number six. That's five specialists plus my GP.