Shelby Cass’s Weblog

Last I saw Dr. Li he told me that getting up in the middle of the night and shining light (via the computer monitor) directly onto my retinas was probably one of the worst things I could do for insomnia…and so I stopped. As a result, yes I sleep more per night…wake up, pout that I cannot get on the computer, pout a little more, then fall asleep again…but I have also sadly neglected my blog. And so here I am.

Happy Halloween!!!

From the Ergo Elf

Elf Costume + Elvis Glasses = Elfis

Oh Dr Quo how I do love thee, despite the pain thou dost inflict upon me. I can’t help it. She’s so sweet! And everyone who works there is an angel, so I LOVE going…but I don’t so much love how I feel for a few days afterwards. Always a trade. Kind of like this kidney infection sucked big time, but since any pressure on my kidney from my stomach caused immediate pain/pukeage I had to eat much less and consequently got down to 151.5 for a moment!!!! That means I’m down 10 pounds!!! Hooray sick diet!

So this is what the good Dr. Quo did to me today:

One full week of this she says, but after 3 days I shouldn’t hurt as much. As much? Well, she explained with a kind of apologetic pained expression that my teeth were going to hurt A LOT…possibly more than they did when I FIRST GOT BRACES. Wow. I knew I should have eaten breakfast. By the time I got to work the throbbing in the head had begun and I couldn’t get pills into my mouth without un-banding (which I didn’t want to do). My boss and co-workers are wonderful and supportive and told me to get the H out of there since my job is talking and that wasn’t working well. I did some work, came home, and got some pain meds down. I’m just going to say this is all for the best and at least it’s all happening in one big fat chunk instead of sporadically. Right?

Ooh, here’s some fun news. Court bought me Guitar Hero the 80’s edition. Rock on sistah! I REALLY didn’t like the music on the first one…too heavy…hurt my head. But my new friend Lisa showed me the song list on the 80’s version (How can you say no to “Turning Japanese” and anything Oingo Boingo?), so I sat my butt down and rocked it. Mochi helped.

On a less pleasant note, I have officially confirmed my suspicions that the smell of leather makes me VERY nauseated, especially in a car, or probably any confined not extremely ventilated space.  Add a the stop start stop start of traffic, and you’ve got me tossing my cookies on the side of the highway.  That’s hot.  NOT!  Friday night it was raining, my friend Lisa picked me up, and the second I got into her car I felt REALLY bad. Leather seats have always been a problem for me, but I think since Dr. Li fixed my deviated septum and gave me ultra super smell power +5, it’s just plain unbearable. I wonder what that is. Allergy? On the one hand, I’m thrilled to be breathing better, but on the other, I had uber sensitive scent picking-uping nose before, and the more air in with each inhale thing makes stinky times EXTRA STINKY. I was hypnotized once by The Amazing Alexander. He told me his breath smelled like a rose and I couldnt’ get close enough. Then he told me his breath was horrible and foul and I gagged and almost uked on him and he had to quickly tell me the smell was gone. Maybe I need to get hypnotized to not be bothered by smells because Court is severely bummed now since the he was hoping his next car would have leather seats.

What to do…what to do… For now I think I’ll just concentrate on healing everywhere. Maybe if I get really in shape I’ll just run alongside the new leather-seated car. hahhaah

Just thought it was time for a picture.

They are also not supposed to like water…but what explains the cat-wants-to-get-in-shower phenomenon that occurs every morning? Hmm… Well, the citrus theory got blown today. I made lemon squares and they were cooling on the stove…

closeup on top right “blemish” … is that a cat paw print?

Yes…yes, I believe it is…but which cat?

Perhaps the one paying extremely close attention to her PAW?!

I hope she just really likes my lemon squares because she’s still licking…it was REALLY hot, so I fear she may have burned herself. Do you think she’s learned something?

Neither do I.

That is the sound of a curious kitten jumping into the toilet and then jumping very quickly out of it onto the linoleum floor.

As a result, Mochi got her first bath.

check the little belly roll!!!! So cute. Don’t you just want to pinch her?

um, are you sure that’s not a rodent?

watch your mouth

uhm…missed a spot cut it out

I’m serious. Back off.

Mochi is my favorite thing about New Year’s Day.  It’s yummy sticky poofy rice goodness…and I cannot wait for these braces to come off so I can eat it again!

Anyhow, I’ve got mochi on the brain because we got our new kitteh and her name is officially Mochi.Ta-Da!

I can’t stop there though.  No. I have to fill this post with sticky sweet pictures of our bebe.  Why?  Because we are taking turns sleeping with her until she is integrated into the Rira House and tonight (er, last night) was my night and even though she passed out COLD for a few hours, 5am seems to be her PARTY hour and my no more sleep time…so i escape..only to post pictures of her.  Sad.

She’s a licker.

She was almost named Sake…she seems to like it a leeetle too much.

she’s actually Court’s baby

Ooh Feet!  Tinky!!!

Lounge kittehs welcome.  Like my bruise?  I’m good at that.

Here’s what I look like recently:

Hello!

Want to see my chin? Okay:

Happy Saturday!  I hope most of you are still sleeping!  I know I’m going to attempt a few more winks.  Hasta!

Do you think this will help?

Desperate times, people. Heh. Only kidding. I know the weight has to come off BELOW the neck. But I did FINALLY grow enough hair to harvest for Wigs for Kids or Locks of Love (haven’t sent it in yet). I needed 10″ for LOL and 12″ for WFK. I got about 13″ in that puppy, so I’m covered for either. They say it takes some huge number of ponytails to make one hairpiece, but I have SO MUCH HAIR (those words have been uttered by anyone who has ever embarked on the cutting of my hair journey) I think they should get much more out of these locks.

So what do I look like now? Well, I guess I’ll show you.

tada! New face, new hair…can you even recognize me? (evil laugh) bwahahahaha

After meeting Dave for lunch at yummy Thep Lela, I was walking back to my car when I noticed what was lurking in the Jeep parked next to my car. A guy walking out to his car on the other side of the Jeep freaked out and ran back to Starbucks to get all the people who worked there to come out and behold.

Terrifying. Can you feel the shivers?

There was also a comment made about how only white people can get away with taking pictures of other people’s property, but I ignored it.

Easter Sunday found Court and I doing a whole lotta nuthin’, so when my pal Zan called to take me up on my offer to go for a hike to Water Dog Lake (seriously, that’s the best they could come up with?), I shoed up and we went-a-walking. My face was doing great. The wind doesn’t bug me half as much as it used to, and we were gabbing away when I spotted on the trail…a baby bunny! “Ooh! A Bunny!” I cried with glee. And I bounded towards it. Thing is, it didn’t bound away. It hopped once, and sat there. So very itty bity! I picked it up. His ears looked very small for a jackrabbit, and when I looked under him, he was very dirty…he needed his mommy, but she obviously wasn’t around. He was very dehydrated, so I carried him back home.

Zan and I thought it would be funny to leave the bunny at the front door and ring the doorbell and have Court open it to a baby bunny, but after ringing 3 times, we figured he wasn’t going to answer the door, so we used the key. Oh well. It was funny in our minds.

Water via syringe. Yummy.

Anya would have a heart attack.

I like to sit in my water bowl.

I called the Humane Society and they sent a big truck all the way to my house to rescue the little guy. We went down to meet them.

Elevator ride All this for such a little bunny!

Dirty bits revealed.

aw. Little guy gets handed over to the pros.

Bunny in a box

Bye Bye Bunny!Separation Anxiety.

The woman from the Humane Society said I had done the right thing. I was afraid I had ruined his life and removed him from his habitat. She said, no, he’s dehyrated and lethargic and needs treatment. She also noted his little ears and said he may be domestic and because of his dirty bits, he definitely needed his mommy still. So I am NOT, I repeat, NOT Shelby Bunny Killer. Thank you Easter Bunny! Bawk! Bawk!

I think my face is weird…but that’s maybe because it is finally proportional. Is that right? Well, My face used to end right below my mouth, but now it doesn’t.

Okay, granted self-portraits don’t look great, you can see my chin is very much in plain view. You can also see that I still have some swelling in the jowl area and I look like Droopy Dog. teehee I’m not complaining. It is what it is. I have found that smiling (however weird it may feel with lots of numbness) is a better look for me and my new facial addition.

Um…probably a more normal smile would work better, but you get the picture.

So here’s what my smile looked like before surgery and after:

More chinnage.

Okay it took way longer than it should have for this blog to be written and all…so I am off to do Monday things in a Monday way. Ciao. - smac