Alberto Morillas at Defcon 3

  Tom is off today – thought I’d pop on here and give you wonderful Posse an update on Bruno.  He is back home and things are settling down to a dull roar.  Just trying to sort out his meds gives me hives – but we’re muddling through.  He’s on some ‘thingie’ that is settling and coating his stomach, so he’s now better able to eat .  He had an egg, some oatmeal and some cheese (in the form of pill-masking, with the cheese) this morning.  It’s stayed down for the past 3 hours!  Woot!

Vision?  Oddly enough, it’s coming and going.  I am steadfastly unsentimental about this sort of thing; if he’s blind, he’s blind – so my observations are largely dispassionate.  This am he actually followed my subtle hand signals, with no voice prompt, from about 5′ away.    He can see better on the (my) left side and down.  Then, about 30 seconds later, he went back to being stone-blind.  My regular vet is more likely to factor this in to his treatment – the U of I people just gave me that ‘you poor, deluded mom’ look…..sigh.  But they didn’t rule out the possibility that once we get the platelets back up and the uveitis under control, his vision may return.

He’s navigating the house pretty well, as long as I remember to keep the furniture where it is and not put giant totes out for him to stumble into (he actually fell INTO the giant book tote!  It’s just big enough for him to lie down in! LOL!)  okay – no laughing.  I wouldn’t find it funny, were I in his position.  But….okay..no laughing.  Though it was sort of cute, seeing him in that tote.

I spritzed Ines de la Fressange (Morillas version) to celebrate – it’s one of those heady fruity-florals that is pretty in that  IN YO’ FACE way (and, weirdly enough,  the persack opposite of what I would imagine Mme de la Fressange to ever wear!).  I wore it because it has no associations whatsoever and I wanted to break the memory cycle of my armor against chaos and stress.  This thing is so hefty, so insistent, that it is causing a completely different type of stress.  I will probably take a lonnnng walk at lunchtime, then come back home, shower to get this thing OFF! and go back to Amouage Gold.  But right now I am liking this stress – it’s similar to the counter-irritant used in some forms of acupuncture, where the needle is put into the cylinder and the cylinder is agitated against the skin so you are more aware of that than the little prick of the needle.  With the berries and the lilies banging on pots and pans and the patchouli and musk stepping on the hem of my pants every other minute, it’s sucking up a LOT of my attention.  Since I’m in the midst of a giant quote, I’m focused on that.  And the perfume (those pans are CLANGING!!!).  Bruno is sound asleep, right next to my feet.  So worrying about him is off the table – there’s just not enough room in my psyche for that, with all this clanging!

Sr. Morillas:  thank you! 

And Posse?  Thank YOU!  Knowing that you care so much really does mean a lot !!!