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knitnut.net: The politically (and otherwise) incorrect former mayor
I see Larry O’Brien has apologized. At the official unveiling of his portrait at City Hall last night, he told a reporter he was sorry about the racial slur. Instead of saying “The Spics are getting too much air time,” he says he should have said the Latinos were asking
Continue readingknitnut.net: A sign
Yesterday morning I was walking to work along Gladstone Avenue when all of a sudden a dead bird came hurtling out of the sky and crashed head first into a snowbank right in front of me. It was a pigeon: I could tell by its little pink feet sticking out
Continue readingknitnut.net: The high cost of loving an animal
Oboe at the Vet's I know there are people out there wondering why anyone would spend twelve hundred bucks to save the life of a bird that could be replaced for $75. It’s a reasonable question. Reasonable enough, in fact, that I asked it of myself several times last week.
Continue readingknitnut.net: Duncan’s business trip
I think Oboe has turned the corner! He seems a little brighter and livelier today, and he ate a little breakfast on his own. He’s still spending all his time sleeping in his cave, and he’s still breathing hard and can’t fly, but I sense that he’s stronger and happier
Continue readingknitnut.net: The art of worrying in the middle of the night
It is 1:53 in the morning and I am up worrying. I got tired of lying in bed worrying, so I got up. Some people are prone to worrying in the middle of the night. I am not usually one of them, so I find it interesting in a frustrating
Continue readingknitnut.net: Welcome home, Oboe
We brought Oboe home from the hospital last night. There hadn’t been any improvement since Friday, but no deterioration either. Poor little guy. Life’s tough right now. But so is Oboe; he’s a feisty little bird. (Although you wouldn’t know it to look at him right now. His personality has
Continue readingknitnut.net: Good news!
We went to visit Oboe in the hospital again this evening, and he seems to be improving. His breathing still isn’t great, and the vet says it might be a punctured air sac. She’s hoping it’ll resolve itself over time. She says we’re basically keeping him alive and buying him
Continue readingknitnut.net: Oboe update
He’s still in the hospital. He’s not out of the woods yet. The vet wants him to get a little better on his own before she treats him, because she doesn’t think he’s strong enough or stable enough right now to survive stressful treatment. For example, she’ll need to anaesthetize
Continue readingknitnut.net: Oboe’s in the hospital
Oboe’s luck ran out tonight. Duncan finally caught him. We took him to the vet and they admitted him. He needs pain meds, antibiotics, tube feeding, x-rays, and I forget what else. He might have a broken wing. He’s got rattling sounds in his airways. His breathing is rapid. He’s
Continue readingknitnut.net: Everybody wants a piece of Oboe
Duncan tested negative for hyperthyroidism, so now we’re treating him for irritable bowel syndrome. If he responds well to the treatment, then that’s probably what he’s got. If not, we’ll be looking at lymphoma, which is a kind of cancer. (It killed my last cat, Flea, but he was 19
Continue readingknitnut.net: 2011 in Review
January I spent January raising my second (and final) clutch of
Continue readingknitnut.net: The light at the end of the Effexor tunnel
Today is my 5th day without Effexor. Yesterday was brutal. I had all the symptoms of the other four days (only worse), plus a migraine, fatigue, and bouts of profound sadness. I got up in the morning and tried to go to work but soon realized that wasn’t going to
Continue readingknitnut.net: Effexor Discontinuation Syndrome: brain whack
Remember about a year and a half ago I got depressed and started taking the anti-depressant Effexor? Well, after a little while I didn’t feel depressed anymore, but I couldn’t tell whether the depression was really and truly gone or Effexor was just masking it. I kept taking it, even
Continue readingknitnut.net: The Tenant
We accidentally watched the worst movie EVER on Friday night. We meant to watch a highly rated psychological thriller called The Tenant. But we somehow downloaded a phenomenally bad horror film called The Tenant. The movie hadn’t even been on for a minute when we looked at each other and
Continue readingknitnut.net: The fusses on the buses
Things have been a little crazy on the city buses lately. First there was the driver who was videotaped shouting, swearing and intimidating the student. (If you haven’t seen that video yet, here it is). Then there was the driver of the #5 who, when challenged by a frustrated customer
Continue readingknitnut.net: Oboe and the ceiling fan
Ceiling fans are one of the leading causes of death among pet birds. It’s so common, there’s even a term for it: shredded tweet. I only have two ceiling fans in my house: one in the bedroom, one in the sewing room. They are almost always turned off, and the birds rarely go in either […]
Continue readingknitnut.net: Sometimes I miss Larry O’Brien
The main drawback of Jim Watson being elected mayor of Ottawa is that we don’t have Larry O’Brien to kick around anymore. He was such an irresistible target. I don’t know if it was his colossal ego coupled with his little wee brain, or his ludicrously macho approach to life, or his absolute willingness to […]
Continue readingknitnut.net: Oboe flew away
It was 4:30 on Saturday afternoon. The birds were all out of their houses and I was sweeping the floors. As I stepped outside to empty the dustpan into the green bin, Oboe slipped through the door with me.
And whoosh! Just like that, he was gone.
I watched as he flew down the street […]
Continue readingknitnut.net: Jack is not his real name
I’ve known Jack (not his real name) a long time. We were room-mates when I was still in high school and he was in university. He was never a shining example of robust mental health, but he always maintained at least a half-hearted grip on his sanity, despite his contention that sanity was over-rated.
I used […]
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