Procrastination Miscellany 2.0

So, a quick, disjointed update while I print the kajillion cases I'll be reading and summarizing...tonight.

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Cystic Gal, while I'm sure still grateful to have new lungs, and who probably would still have her transplant if she could do it over, is having a super-awful-rough go of it. Want to help? Go to her blog and click the "donate" button to help offset some of her transplant costs not covered by insurance, or at the very least, send her a postcard! :o)

I got my port flushed for the fifth time today, and it was spectacularly uneventful. Oh, except for the fact that I can now use my port flushes to mark my IV-free anniversaries, and I'm currently at about 5.5 months and still going strong since my last IV's! WOOOOOOHOOOOO! I don't know if I've gone that long between rounds since before I started college! 

Also, if you have a port and think Emla cream is for wimps, you are being needlessly brave. I didn't have it for my first 3 flushes, and while they weren't *fun*, they certainly weren't miserable, and beat IV or PICC placements *any* day. But, ya know, since it is in the ol' bubbie, I figured I'd spring the $10 for the generic EMLA and see if it made a difference - I had my doubts, seeing as it did NOTHING for the worst part (vein fishing) of IV placements as a kid. But OH.EM.GEE. I seriously feel *nothing*, not even the heebie-jeebie-slam-against-the-ribs. 

Skip the extra prosecco, latte, or movie rental, spring for the emla, and listen to your chest (or arm, or thigh, or whatever) thank you next time. 

At the risk of jinxing myself, the furbaby is doing fabulously. As I had hoped, his rescue past seems to be working in my favor, in that at long as he's sheltered, fed, cuddled and adequately stocked with chewies, he's not going to freak out or complain. He has yet to realize that *the whole building* is not his to own and defend, but we're getting there. 

In short, I'm about as happy as I've been in an incredibly long time. It's amusing to look back and see why everything had to happen at all, and had to happen when it did, to lead to this point, and has renewed my faith that everything does indeed happen for a reason, and there is a greater orchestration at work, in regards to timing and sequence, than we often can comprehend in the present space. 

I must return to my work (you know, the reason I moved and all), but I leave you with a few pictures of Coop - hanging out in our new living room, and on his first ride back to Grammy's, respectively.

Love to you all - don't forget to send CG your postcards (and love)!