Nov 6, 2006
Had to take Blackjack to the vet today. Noticed yesterday that his voice had changed, and today he could barely croak out a sound. Of course, that tempted me to NOT take him to the vet, but since he wasn’t eating very well and just laid curled up looking pathetic, I decided I’d better ;-). The vet couldn’t find anything obviously wrong with him – he didn’t even have a fever. But she gave him a shot of penicillin and gave me a bunch of antibiotics for him to take. Rats. Giving antibiotics to cats was another one of “Gary’s jobs,” or at least a two-person job. I could never hang onto one of our cats and get the pill down its throat. Somebody finally invented chicken- and fish- flavored “pill pockets” that you can stick the pill in and supposedly the cat will eat the pocket right down without tasting the pill. That has worked on Tigger, but I have my doubts Blackjack will go for it – we’ll see.
Gary told me Michel Smith visited him in his office and asked him about accessibility issues. Michel had gotten the university to put in a sidewalk behind the math building so that when Gary wheels down to the handicap parking area he doesn’t have to wheel behind parked cars but can stay on the sidewalk. Gary was hoping that sidewalk would be extended farther to another parking lot where the bus picks him up. Michel is going to look into that.
Gary said Michel also asked him if he was going to go to the Spring Topology Conference, and the way Gary said this to me I could tell he was feeling me out on it (since I don’t think either of us thinks he’ll be independent enough to go by himself by then), saying he wasn’t sure I’d go for it (I’m not sure if this is what he said to Michel). My first inclination was to say, “No way!” because it would be such a huge undertaking – getting all my stuff there and his stuff there (it’s in Missouri, so I’m pretty sure we’d fly), having to do his routine in a hotel room in a regular bed instead of his electric hospital bed, which would involve a completely different set-up that he (and I) would have to figure out how to deal with before then, not to mention whatever challenges the conference itself would pose. Etc., etc., etc. But I said if he really, really wanted to go, I’d help him attempt it. I told him that we would have to first practice by going to a local hotel sometime. He said he’s not sure he’ll be up to going by then, anyway – he said that he certainly couldn’t undertake such a thing now. So, we’ll see.
Had to take Blackjack to the vet today. Noticed yesterday that his voice had changed, and today he could barely croak out a sound. Of course, that tempted me to NOT take him to the vet, but since he wasn’t eating very well and just laid curled up looking pathetic, I decided I’d better ;-). The vet couldn’t find anything obviously wrong with him – he didn’t even have a fever. But she gave him a shot of penicillin and gave me a bunch of antibiotics for him to take. Rats. Giving antibiotics to cats was another one of “Gary’s jobs,” or at least a two-person job. I could never hang onto one of our cats and get the pill down its throat. Somebody finally invented chicken- and fish- flavored “pill pockets” that you can stick the pill in and supposedly the cat will eat the pocket right down without tasting the pill. That has worked on Tigger, but I have my doubts Blackjack will go for it – we’ll see.
Gary told me Michel Smith visited him in his office and asked him about accessibility issues. Michel had gotten the university to put in a sidewalk behind the math building so that when Gary wheels down to the handicap parking area he doesn’t have to wheel behind parked cars but can stay on the sidewalk. Gary was hoping that sidewalk would be extended farther to another parking lot where the bus picks him up. Michel is going to look into that.
Gary said Michel also asked him if he was going to go to the Spring Topology Conference, and the way Gary said this to me I could tell he was feeling me out on it (since I don’t think either of us thinks he’ll be independent enough to go by himself by then), saying he wasn’t sure I’d go for it (I’m not sure if this is what he said to Michel). My first inclination was to say, “No way!” because it would be such a huge undertaking – getting all my stuff there and his stuff there (it’s in Missouri, so I’m pretty sure we’d fly), having to do his routine in a hotel room in a regular bed instead of his electric hospital bed, which would involve a completely different set-up that he (and I) would have to figure out how to deal with before then, not to mention whatever challenges the conference itself would pose. Etc., etc., etc. But I said if he really, really wanted to go, I’d help him attempt it. I told him that we would have to first practice by going to a local hotel sometime. He said he’s not sure he’ll be up to going by then, anyway – he said that he certainly couldn’t undertake such a thing now. So, we’ll see.
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