Posts Tagged ‘Rob’

Update on Maggie

Those of you following me on Twitter already know some of this but I’m about to go into a whole heck of a lot more detail about Maggie. She’s been terribly unwell and while I was away, Rob sent me a warning that he thought all we could do at this point was make her comfortable.

I got home and she was basically a skeleton with fur and just hiding in the closet.  I called the vet, explaining that she wasn’t eating or drinking.  We discussed humane euthanasia, but decided that as long as she was still happy sitting in someone’s lap that we’d let nature take its course.

I was struck by the fact that she kept trying to go to the litter box with no success.

Now, this serves as a warning to everyone that I’m going to be talking about the tail end of a cat’s digestive system.

Seriously, read no further if you don’t want to know about a kitty enema.  I’ll let you know right now that she’s much better, but it does involve an enema and a cat.

I mean it.

You’ve been warned.

Don’t say I didn’t tell you.

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Short bits for today

  • 01:10 Just going to dip the entrails in blood and then go to bed. #
  • 01:20 I’ve hung the entrails in the shower to drip dry. Must remember to leave a note for Rob. #
  • 08:36 I gave Maggie her two pills this morning and one of them makes her foam. She is sitting on my lap looking rabid. Cat zombie. #
  • 23:56 Amazingly, I’ve arrived home before midnight. #

Maggie the cat isn’t well.

I’m sorry you’re getting  a lot of twitter summaries this week. I’m slammed trying to get two shows up before I leave town for the Nebulas on Thursday.  And yet, I dropped everything to take Maggie to the vet today.

  • 12:49 Worried about Maggie. Rob and I realized that neither of us saw her eat yesterday. She has no interest in food today. Not even the treats. #
  • 13:22 Just loaded an unprotesting Maggie into the cat carrier. The vet has an opening today. She’s drinking water at least, so that’s good. #
  • 13:33 We’re in the cab and there’s NOTHING wrong with her vocal cords. Man, that’s a lot of volume from such a small cat #
  • 14:35 Maggie and I are on the way home. She weighs 5 lbs 10 oz, which is way too light. They are doing bloodwork. #

The vet gave Maggie an appetite stimulant and pumped her full of fluids.  The suspicion is that it’s kidney trouble which isn’t uncommon in older cats.

About an hour after I got home, she nibbled on some tuna which was an enormous relief.

An enormous and short-lived relief.  When I got home tonight, Rob told me that Maggie has developed diarrhea in addition to vomiting.  The poor thing is curled up on a heating pad and looks just miserable.

Scenting the Dark, nephew, August: Osage county

Scenting the Dark ARCToday was long, but very good. I got the ARCs for Scenting the Dark in the mail, which was pretty darn exciting. I wasn’t looking for them to arrive, so I hauled them up to my production meeting although I did not actually give in and show them off. Here they are, next to the signature sheets.

From there I swung by the apartment to collect Peter and we went to see August: Osage County. Rob was supposed to join us, but then couldn’t so I gave his ticket to an old puppeteer friend who I hadn’t spent time with in ages. It was great catching up although I think that bored Peter. He reports that the play was good. I’m pleased, I must say, by the fact that my nephew wasn’t put off by being taken to a pretty heavy bit of theater. Bleakly funny though it is.

We went out for Italian for dinner and then came back to the apartment so I could get some work done. He’s used to having his xbox 360 so is a little restless in the apartment. We wound up going for a walk around 9:00, up to the Hungarian Pastry shop and then around the Columbia campus, just shooting the breeze.

It was a good day. If only I didn’t still have work to do.

Happy update on Rob’s hands

He got the stitches out today and the doctor said that everything looks good. Rob had a physical therapy appointment to get some exercises to help keep the area limber.  One of the instructions is to massage the area with lotion three times a day to keep any scar tissue from stiffening.

He’ll have a follow-up appointment in 8 weeks to see how things are going and then he’ll be able to schedule the surgery for the other hand.

And yes, the Giant Block of Foam is resting comfortably.

Frankenstein handEdited to add: Rob is home now and I actually got to see the scars. They aren’t as Frankensteinish as they look.  The dark lines are the magic markers used to indicate the incisions and stitch location.  The actual work is very tidy and looks like it will leave minimal scarring.  The spot in the palm was for the carpal tunnel. The work at the base of the fingers was to relieve some tendonitis issues there.

Apparently, the surgeon says that Rob is farther along than most people at this point.  He can make a fist, albeit not a completely clenched one, and most folks can just curl their fingers inward a little.

Rob is also pleased because he can wash dishes again.

Rob’s birthday

Today is Rob’s birthday. I’ll be spending the rest of the day off-line with him. And no, we will not be dining with ninjas.

See you guys tomorrow.

What a Giant Block of Foam can do for your career

In the world of “my life is completely bizarre” yesterday’s antics have led me to pick up a new gig.   A new, totally rocking, gig.

It goes something like this.  Rob had carpal tunnel surgery on Monday and came home with a Giant Block of Foam strapped to his arm.  I found this amusing.  So did John Scalzi, who linked to it.

It got INSANE amounts of traffic.

And this is where things get interesting.  As if they weren’t already.  One of the 16,000 people who clicked through to see the GBoF works for the National Pork Producer’s Council. You think you can see where this is going, but I promise you that it is even less believable than that.

frightfestpetuniapigOne of their big events is the Legislative Action Conference and they have a full-body puppet of Petunia Pig to do a meet and greet.  Madhu Caesar, the program director for the NPPC had a problem. Their puppeteer had just been sent to the hospital with a broken leg and the Conference is today.  She was frantically looking for a replacement and a chance link about a Giant Block of Foam and Bacon dropped her onto my site where she noticed the link to my puppetry reel.

Would I be willing to come to D.C. on short notice?  Sure!  I like D.C. and I like body puppets.

And then she dropped the kicker, “Of course it will depend on if we can get your security clearance fast enough.”


“The president will be there.”

My jaw dropped. Literally. I didn’t think that really happened.

Fortunately, my brother worked for the state department and I’ve apparently already got a file. Who knew surveillance could be handy?

So I’m going to get to meet Obama, while dressed as a giant pig.

Edited to add: For those folks stumbling across this after the day, this was my April Fool’s post for this year.

Real time account of waiting for Rob’s surgery.

The handy thing about twitter in situations like waiting in a hospital is that afterwards you can look at the datestamps to see how long things really took.  Here’s what our day was like on Monday.

  • 05:57 Rob and I are heading to the hospital for his Carpal Tunnel surgery. About darn time. #
  • 07:09 We are at the hospital and Rob is filling out copious amounts of forms. #
  • 07:14 That was surprisingly fast. They just took him back. They say it’s a fifteen minute procedure. We’ll see. #
  • 07:22 He’s back. Not finished, but because there are more forms to fill out. #
  • 07:55 Despite the large signs saying “Do not eat or drink” the family waiting next to us has set up a breakfast area with coffee & bagels. #
  • 08:03 They’ve taken him back again but say it’s just for ten minutes this time. #
  • 08:19 He’s back. It was standard blood pressure and stuff. The doctor is in the building but there’s no indication of when he’ll go in for real. #
  • 09:11 Two hours later, they’ve taken him back for surgery. I think. Rob says thanks for all the good wishes. #
  • 09:47 The doctor is out talking to the family next to me about the same procedure. So, clearly, Rob has not gone under the knife yet. #
  • 10:24 Heh. A family brought a balloon boquet and it is spontaneously popping, 1 balloon at a time. forunately, everyone seems to think it’s funny. #
  • 11:10 Rob is out of surgery. The doctor said it went well and that Rob is awake and resting comfortably. They’ll take me up to see him shortly. #
  • 11:42 On my way to see Rob! #
  • 11:55 Oh, my. He looks very funny. There’s a giant block of foam strapped to his arm. #
  • 14:33 To say “Thanks!” to everyone who sent their good wishes this morning, here’re photos of Rob & the Giant Block o’ Foam. #
  • 19:41 I’m not sure that laughing at Rob every time he and the Giant Block of Foam enter a room is really helping. #

Bacon on my husband

me:Did you see the ridiculous traffic that post is getting?

Scalzi: Not surprised. Everyone loves foam.

me: The only thing that would be more popular is if I taped bacon to it.

Scalzi: I dare you to do the bacon thing.

me: Oh you are playing with fire there, mister.

Scalzi: It has to happen now.

me: It will be fakin bacon, since we’re vegetarian.

Scalzi: Doesn’t count.

me: Oh come on!

Scalzi: Nope. Has to be the real thing. It is an integrity thing.

me: Seriously? It has to be real bacon? That’s just prejudicial, man.

Scalzi: I think it does. I mean, among other things, using faux bacon would be to admit you HAVE faux bacon.

me: Yes? And there’s a problem with that? I could tape tofu to him. Or eggplant.

Scalzi: It must be thought upon.

me: Hm. I could carve it into bacon.

Scalzi: Ha! Possibly.

me: Although, I think that might be grounds for divorce in some states.

Scalzi: It may be.

Which is what led me to wander into the living room and say, “Honey, I have a favor to ask, without context.  May I tape bacon to your Giant Block of Foam?”


Bacon on Rob

me: That was only moderately successful.

Scalzi: He was resistant, I assume.

Me: No. The fakin’ was.

Scalzi: That’s why you need the real thing, baby!

me: Hmph.

So, the lesson learned here is that one should not question the judgement of Scalzi, the Baconical Wonder.

Home with Rob and the Giant Block of Foam

Rob in recovery We’re home from the hospital and I’ve already had to chase Rob away from the sink, where he was trying to do dishes with one hand.

The surgeon came to let me know that Rob was finished around 11:00 but I had to wait another half an hour or so before they took me up to see him. In the recovery room, they had a row of chairs that would have looked at home on the Enterprise, all occupied with men dressed just like Rob. The only variation was which arm had the giant block o’ foam strapped to it.

Rob at lunch After they released him, I helped him get his jacket on and we headed out to the pharmacy and then to lunch. At the moment he says that the pain isn’t any worse than during the worst days at the winery. Certainly, aside from the giant block of foam strapped to his arm, you’d have no idea that anything was wrong with him. He’s going back next Wednesday to have the stitches out, but is supposed to keep the GBoF attached to him for the next eight days. Also, no lifting of anything, but otherwise, he’s supposed to use the fingers to keep them mobile.

The GBoF should be interesting when he goes back to work…

And yes, we’ve already talked about what puppets I could make from it. It’s good dense foam. And in a giant block.

Rob is out of surgery

I just talked to the doctor who said that the surgery went well. They’ll take me up to see him in a bit. He is reportedly awake and resting comfortably.

At the hospital, waiting

They’ve taken him to the back twice, now. The first time he came back and had to fill out more forms. The second time, was to do standard blood pressure and the like.

We’ve learned that in addition to the shoulder block, they will also sedate him to keep his arm from “flopping around.”

Two hours after we got here, they’ve finally taken him back for the surgery.

Heading to the hospital for Rob’s hand surgery

Rob and I are heading to the hospital, finally, for his carpal tunnel surgery. I probably don’t need to go, but feel more comfortable with the idea of waiting there than waiting for him at home. It’s supposed to be a fifteen minute procedure. Both of us are expecting that the wait will be significantly longer because that’s the way things have rolled with this process.

I’ll keep you posted.