Happy New Year!

The past couple of weeks have been a big bad blur. It started with birthdays and my walking pneumonia and flew into Christmas. Although still not feeling well, I headed to my parents for Christmas on Christmas Eve. Princess P stayed behind because of bad weather (torential downpours) and I was heading back to work on the 26th. When I came home, she had shown her displeasure at being left behind by puking from one end of the apartment to the other. I headed back to my parents on saturday night. When I came home on the 28th, I was greeted with more puke.

I noticed the food bowl had barely been touched but this is not abnormal, she goes dormant when left alone. Monday night she barely ate, vomited after drinking some water, and I swore the litter box had not been touched. I thought P was on a hunger strike, punishing me. Testing her, I brought wet food on the way home tuesday night. She inhaled the food and I thought I had caught her at her game. But then an hour later, P was crying and vomiting from her toes. Tomorrow, I thought, we go to see Dr Allie. At 1:30 in the morning, I awoke to the sounds of her vomiting, yet again and again. I was terrified and off to the emergency vet we went.

The final vote is she has a virus. They gave her some intravenous fluids and sent her home at 6 am. We have spent the afternoon on the couch, asleep. P has eaten twice and kept the food down. We are taking it slow and easy but are ready to head back to the vet should we need to.

The ex was supposed to come out tonight for New Years. I kiboshed that. I was prepared to spend New Years eve with the cat and my couch... At 5pm, my friend Jenn called. She was at the supermarket and had deserts if I could provide dinner. We had chinese food, carrot cake, chocolate cake, and cheese cake. It is 11pm, Jenn is headed home and I am headed to bed with P in tow. It was my type of New Year's eve- good conversation in confortable clothes with good food...

Happy New Year's, all my blogger friends. Here's hoping it is a year of dreams achieved, good health, and the making of wonderful memories :)

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone in blogger land!

This is one of my favorite Christmas Cards. I sent it out several years ago and have yet to find one I like as much. The painting is by William Beard, titled simply Santa Claus, and can be found at The Museum of Art, Rhode Island School of Design.

Dear Santa

This year I have a simple request. No diamonds or pearls, no catnip or tuna. Simply this-

I have been sick, now going on three weeks. It started with a nice case of sinusitis, traveled to my chest and bronchitis, and NOW it has progressed to walking pneumonia. I feel like garbage. So much so, that I have not put up my Christmas tree and am pretty sure it won't get done in the next three days.

So Santa Baby- I would like a magic pill to knock this bug on its rear so that I may enjoy Christmas with the loved ones I hold so dear!

One sick little elf...