Ah. Waking up here at Nancy's house is definitely crazy. I will hear noises around the house but be secure in my converted garage room... until the door opens.
Finnegan decided to start waking me up most mornings. He likes to come in, tell me to wake up, then jump on me and walk on my back. Then he tells me that I can't stay in bed all day and that I should change my clothes. Then he goes and throws all of my magazines and notebooks off the nightstand / toybox and takes out ALL of the toys. After playing with them, he leaves the room in a disaster. I should call him Hurricane Finnegan.
This morning, they all came at me at once: Nancy, Finnegan, Elijah and Spoon. Finnegan ran over to the bed to sit on me, Elijah scooted over and marveled at my personalized mug with a photo of Valentin on it. Spoon jumped on my chest and licked my face. Then Nancy babbled off everything we had to do today and left me with the kids... alone.
Unfortunately for Nancy and her family, I'm not moving out soon to take a fashion job in L.A. Today I got rejected even before the interview took place. Apparently, the boss of the person who called me decided not to interview me.
I guess I'll be buying lottery tickets tonight. Anybody got a dollar?
Nancy, Doug and the kids went to Portland today to attend the wedding of Doug's cousin so Nancy and I went to the mall yesterday to get some accessories for her outfit. I wanted to go to the gym afterward so I threw on my exercise clothes and a sweatshirt and got in the minivan. My plan was to get in a workout at 24 Hour Fitness. Well, as things worked out, I got my workout but I didn't have to go to the gym. Here's the story.
The plan was to go to Forever 21 to buy a wide black belt and then to look for a shrug or cardigan and some shoes. The quick trip to Forever 21 turned into an ordeal. As Nancy tried on belts and some other clothes, I had to watch Finnegan and Elijah. At least Elijah was quiet and strapped into a stroller. Finnegan, on the other hand, decided to run around the store, hide underneath the clothing racks, touch all the clothes, and elude capture. He had a grant old time. Of course, I had to keep an eye on Elijah, as well, so wandering all over looking for Finnegan wasn't easy. Finally, Nancy came out of the dressing room and I tried something on. Later while we were standing in line to pay for Nancy's items, she thought she'd give Finnegan a snack to calm him down. She gave him a gooey chocolate mini-pretzel that he ate underneath a rack of clothes. I pulled him out from underneath the clothes and told Nancy to wipe off Finnegan's hands before he wiped them on something expensive. She remarked that his hands were pretty clean which meant that I hadn't been hallucinating when I thought I saw him wipe them on a white and black blouse. I turned to look at the blouse in question and saw it swinging on the rack. I said nothing and tried to hustle us all out of the store before a store employee discovered the sticky deed.
We walked around and looked at shoes in other shops as Finnegan ran wild. I had to keep running after him and grabbing him. He loved that. I so regretted that he had taken off the leash he had attached to his pants earlier in the day while he was playing a wild tiger.
My sister finally succumbed to Finnegan's whinings to eat as we passed the very aromatic Cinnabon and a giant pretzel shop. Nancy opted for Pretzels and we loaded up. Thank goodness that mall has sitting areas with real sofas and lounge chairs. Finnegan pitched a fit because he had wanted a roll not a soft pretzel but Nancy finally managed to convince him that they were the same so he sat down and started eating it. She left us to go look at some shoes. I happily scarfed down the pretzel and got some much needed rest from chasing after Finnegan. Then I got a really good laugh when I realized that Finnegan was wearing his shoes on the wrong feet. I didn't say anything but laughed quietly to myself.
After eating and resting, Nancy spotted the kiddy carts rental area that would make our experience more manageable. For an exorbitant $5 we could rent the little red cart that would keep Finnegan strapped in for the rest of our shopping trip. I forked over $4 and Nancy put the last quarters in and away we went. We almost panicked when we thought that we didn't have enough money. The only one who got to rest up was Finnegan. I had to push him around for another hour, which wasn't easy on carpeted floors.
We decided to go to JCPenney to buy some really pretty recycled material shopping bags for $2 each. As we were in the store, I noticed Finnegan's shoe problem again and very stupidly mentioned out loud that we should switch them. So I removed them and tried to get him to put them on the proper feet. No such luck. He left them on the floor of his car and we kept on moving. I said that they might fall out then forgot about it as we moved about the shopping center. After racing through more shops and finally getting to Nordstrom I did a shoe check. Oh no, one was missing. So we backtracked through the mall and Nancy found the errant loafer at the entrance of Express. Thank goodness no one had picked it up. People with small children must have seen it and known to leave it where it lay. I finally had the sense to put both of the shoes in the car's basket.
Later we went back to Nordstrom to look at shoes and accessories. Nancy spotted some beautiful $200 shoes and picked them up. A salesman asked if he could bring out her size but she declined. Later, Nancy said that he probably had flipped a coin with another salesman to see who would go talk to us, given the fact that we probably couldn't afford it with all the kids we had and how haggard we looked. Then I caught a glimpse of myself in one of the full length mirrors and gasped.
While in Forever 21 Finnegan kept grabbing bunches of necklaces in his hands, which frightened me. However, nothing is more frightening than being at Nordstrom and seeing a $78 pricetag on each of 20 necklaces that a 3-year-old is grasping. After very carefully negotiating the release of the shiny, pretty hostages, I pushed Finnegan out of the store and at least a mile back to the cart rental area. Cost of belt, pretzels and lemonade at the mall: $30. Kiddy car rental: Priceless.
After disagreeing with Nancy over where we had parked the car, she strolled Elijah in one direction and I threw Finnegan over my shoulder and took off toward the other end. As Finnegan asked why his Mommy was going in a different direction, I spotted the store near where we'd parked and told him that she was wrong. Finnegan spotted the van so we waited there for Nancy. She got really mad when she noticed a big red dent in the gas tank cover. Then as she was carefully inspecting the rest of the vehicle for damage, she realized that the van wasn't even hers. The real minivan was over another row.
After Elijah and Finnegan were strapped into their seats and we had pulled out onto the freeway, I told Nancy that I didn't need to go to the gym anymore. I had gotten my workout.
It's now 3 weeks that I've been here in Seattle, mooching off my sister and her family. The first two weeks I had to alternate between sleeping on the floor and the couch, depending on where the dog wanted to sleep. Usually on top of me. Spoon, a feisty Pomeranian, has a tendency to get very upset when touched in the wrong place. So any move during my sleep could send him into a swirling, snapping, snarling mode that resembles that cartoon character, The Tasmanian Devil. It doesn't matter what I do, though, he has officially adopted me as his best friend, chief petter, roommate and, unfortunately, bunkmate.
I was getting pretty annoyed of sleeping poorly so I asked my sister if I could sleep on that elusive bed she spoke about in our telephone conversations before I moved up here. About a week ago she threw me some sort of heavy comforter that she said was "the bed" and I tried to sleep on it on the floor. I spent some cold, hard nights down there. Then a few days ago she said that I should sleep in the movie room, which has been off limits to me. She told me that the beanbag squares were very comfortable and that I could use them as a bed. I threw two down, put the comforter on top, and tried to situate myself. For a while, everything was fine. Then my body would start to sink through the "beans" and, of course, by the middle of the night, if not sooner, I'd be sleeping on the floor. Spoon was pretty happy curled up on his beanbag and coming over to sleep with or on top of me on my beanbag during the night.
The movie room has a fridge / wine cooler that has digital temperate readings that would shine straight into my eyes which read something like 45, 50, 62. That makes for some weird dreams. Anyway, Spoon made some noise the other night that woke me up and as I opened my eyes I say a beastly, hairy image illuminated from behind by the fridge lights that looked like a scary character out of "Gremlins."
Yesterday was a good day all around because I received a call from a fashion company in Los Angeles for a job interview. Nancy got all excited and miraculously the actual bed appeared and a real room got organized. In no more than 15 minutes I had a real mattress to sleep on situated in a part of the room without lights shining into my eyes, real sheets and covers and even a nightstand. I guess that she hadn't wanted me to get too comfortable, which would make we want to stay longer. Now that she thinks I'll be moving out soon I'm allowed a few luxuries. For her sake I hope I get the job. If not, I'm not giving up the mattress. Neither is Spoon.
Well, I'm on the move again. 2 weeks ago today I arrived in Seattle. I packed up my place in Long Beach, put most of my things in storage, stuffed the car, and drove 24 hours to Seattle. Of course, I stopped and stayed the night in Northern California.
Finding a job in a new town is a bit of a challenge. I spend hours on the internet searching for jobs and e-mailing my resume out. I went to Career Fair this week. Nothing interesting but at least I got to dress up, get out of the house with a purpose, and talk to people. I need to drive around more and study the map to understand distances here. I think we're only 3 miles from Downtown Seattle so that makes things easy for going to the gym.
Nancy, my sister, bought me a membership to the 24 Hour Fitness downtown. The gym has a 25-meter saltwater pool. I don't like chlorine so I might try this one. I had hurt my neck at work in L.A. and had to undergo physical therapy sessions. I'm not in pain anymore so I can go to the gym and workout. The good thing is that I never have pain after my workouts now because I'm drinking a fantastic juice called Univera Ageless Extra tand taking the RegeniFree, which is like a natural painkiller, that my sister found. I am a serious convert now.
More news to follow.
Yesterday, on June 20, 2008, my Valentin, Boo Boo Bear, Baby Cakes, best friend and wonderful companion passed away of lung and heart failure. He suffered for 4 weeks, although he had about 5 good days last week. His little body just couldn't fight back anymore, despite all the medicine and my 24-hour nursing. He was 13 years, 5 months and 20 days old. We spent 13 years, 4 months and 6 days together
Rest in Peace, Valentin. I really loved you. I'll miss you.
It finally happened. Thursday afternoon my supervisor called me to grill me about what I had done during the day and to harrass me, basically. I finally just told him that I quit and that I'd turn in my resignation on Monday. I actually feel better now, more relaxed. Good news is that I've already got people helping me look for jobs in Idaho and Washington. Of course, I've applied for other jobs overseas as well. I'm sure that something will turn up.
After a few weeks of analyzing the job offer to work in Peru - my dream job - I had to decline. The salary was so low that I would have had to take out a large loan to live on for the 18-month contract period. As much as I wanted to go work for a textile development organization, I couldn't accept an offer to work for free. I was disappointed but realized that I'm worth a lot more than $200 per month. Something else better will happen. I just have to start my own business. At least now I know a good region where I can start!
Last Sunday, April 13, was incredibly hot - 95 degrees Fahrenheit. I didn't want to take the dog out in the sun but he wanted to go out around noon. What a mistake. He got so overheated and tired after a block that we had to stop in the shade. I ended up carrying him home. Then he started wheezing and breathing really fast. The next morning he looked and sounded terrible. I rushed him to the vet in the morning. Dr. Hegazy, a large, hairy Eastern European, told me that Valentin's heart murmur, which registered a 3 out of 6 last November, had deteriorated to a 5 out of 6. His pulse was about 120. The diagnosis was congestive heart failure. The heart's valves don't close completely and the lungs fill up with fluids, making it difficult to breathe. The doctor took 2 x-rays and sent me home with 2 kinds of pills. Later on Valentin got worse and could hardly walk. I thought that he would die that night. I put him on the bed and kept spoonfeeding him water. I didn't sleep at all. The next morning his heart was pounding super fast and he was panting very loudly, gasping for air like a fish out of water. I rushed him back to the veterinarian's clinic.
The doctor saw how bad Valentin looked and immediately started administering oxygen. They drew blood. Instead of waiting for the results of the blood test, the doctor gave Valentin some heart medication: enalapril and furosemide. They are the same medications given to humans but in different doses. I wondered if the medicine would do any good or if the doctor was trying to make it look like they were doing something. That night I gave the dog his medicine, and cried my eyes out while monitoring and petting him. The next morning I woke up and was planning on carrying Valentin downstairs to let him urinate but he started to stand up and walk about. I was amazed. He walked down the hall and outside on his own. He was slow and a bit shaky but better than the day before. He walked 1/2 a block. I gave him his medicine then waited for the clinic to open.
The doctor was happy to see that Valentin was much better and I was happy that Dr. Hegazy had given the appropriate treatment. Each day he gets better and better. Now he's pretty much like he was before. I just watch him closely and carry him if he gets tired. He doesn't like to be babied too much though. He lets me know when he's rested up and can start walking again. Today the pup wanted to walk to the marina but we couldn't get there due to the barriers put up for the Toyota Grand Prix. We did walk quite a few blocks at any rate.
Dr. Hegazy called me to say that Valentin's red blood cell count is very low and his platelets are extremely low so I have to watch out for bleeding. However, it's possible to make his bone marrow create more red blood cells if I take him in for some injections. So next week I'll be taking him in for that.
A few of my coworkers were very concerned and understanding when I kept missing time from work every day. I would go in for a few hours and then leave. Someone asked me if I would have to take a second job in order to pay for the vet bills. Amazingly, the bills only totaled $450. That's not cheap but it's a lot cheaper than what I had expected. Just about 2 weeks earlier, a coworker's friend paid $9,000 for treatment for her cat. Ouch.
I asked the nurse if I could still take Valentin to Peru, given the long flight (17 hours) and the high altitude (about 16,000 ft). She thought it would be okay but said she'd talk it over with the vet. Apparently, there are many animals that can live quite well with this condition as long as they are probably medicated. I guess it's the same as for human beings. I know plenty of people with heart problems who do quite well. I'm glad. I'm not ready to let go of my best friend. I know he won't live forever but a while longer would be great, as long as he's comfortable.
I was quite surprised this morning to receive an e-mail from the organization in Peru that had interviewed me just last Friday. They offered me the job. That's a nice way to start the day. However, I had to ask them to send me a lot more information about the job before I can accept or decline the offer.
I did do some checking on the city, which is extremely beautiful. It is an archaeologist's dream. The link to the city's official website is: http://www.ollantaytambo.org/en/
More to follow.
