Merry Christmas?

The last time I posted was around the time things with Mav the dog started to really hit the fan. Her new kind of seizures decided to put on a lengthy, detailed, often-repeated show over the holidays. Our grand plans were put on hold, and we've just been hanging out with Mav at home.

In other words, we have not had Christmas yet. My family has been especially kind, and they are waiting for a future weekend when we can re-schedule the cat sitter and steal a couple days away for our road trip and subsequent merriment at my parents' house. They have the Christmas tree up and waiting and everything.

We did leave Mav alone for the first time to go out to eat and see a movie this past weekend. Despite some new lingering problems from her seizures, she seems to be doing better and is still as excited about life (particularly mealtimes) as ever. And, we finally had a date. We ate at Sonic and then saw The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo at my insistence. I don't know why I so enjoyed the book, Swedish version of the movie, and then the American version of the movie. What a terrible, disturbing, misogynistic story. Clearly, I need therapy. Romance is dead because I killed it. My husband is as good a sport as ever.

Let's also take a moment of silence to acknowledge the end of 2011, which has been a mess of a medical roller coaster ride for me. The Tuesday after Thanksgiving I had my stint in the hospital to make sure my surgery on my stupid insides this past June had in fact accomplished what it was supposed to accomplish. Good news: it had! Bad news: I then had horrible, crippling problems 24/7 from that day until about a week ago. That's a long time for all your blood to say to your body, "Ha ha, Body! I don't want to be inside you anymore! Adios!"

Yes, yes, it has been a trying chunk of time for my husband. Why do you ask? How could it not be wonderful to live with me while I lost all my blood all day every day and took a bunch of wacko prescription medications in elephant-type amounts?

Even better news: my doctor's diagnosis and treatment that went "I don't know why this is happening. Call me in 4 months if it doesn't stop" has magically worked. High fives all around, Gang.

I have taken down most of the Christmas decorations. I still have one tree up and the one half of the room we use most is still decorated. A) Just in case my family winds up here and B) I'm just not motivated enough to take that stuff down right now.

I will toss out a couple posts to show the rest of the decorations. We went to the vet last night, and since we were both dressed (ie neither of us were in pajamas), we took our yearly photo in front of a Christmas tree. Merry Vet Visit I mean Christmas!

2011, the year I discovered I like wearing too much jewelry.

Ka-pow!

Is it me or does the following photo make it 

look like I'm holding onto the hubby all creepy?

You shall never escape my creepy palsy hand, Husband!

Palsy, the one medical problem I didn't have in 2011.

Hello, 2012.