Eugie Foster (eugie) wrote,
Eugie Foster

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Chance, doctors, fat skunk

Kristin loaned us her DVD of Amber Benson's Chance. Watched it last night. Hmm. Well, I liked seeing James Marsters' abs o'glory . . .

Also had a follow-up with a couple of my doctors. My rheumatologist wants me to have an echo cardiogram. He's trying to figure out why I've been having problems breathing. My chest x-ray was clean, but then we both expected it would be. It's really weird. It's not so much that I get short of breath but I feel like I just can't fill my lungs as full as I'd like to. It's not asthma (which I had when I was a young'un) and it's not an allergic reaction. Humph. Guess I gotta chalk another one up to my stupid physiology.

And Hobkin looks fat. We have him on a stringent diet, but it doesn't seem to be doing squat. Actually, he looks absolutely adorable, waddling around the house. He's round and soft and fluffy. I can't help it. Fat animals look cute. But he could definitely stand to lose a pound or so. Heh. All the people at the skunk show are going to think we glut our little critter with food, but we're really careful with his calorie intake. The weight's just not coming off! Sigh.

Writing stats: polished up the new fantasy story. Lopped off about 200 words after getting Matthew's critique. Sent it to my fellow critter for his perusal. Matthew liked it quite a bit. So do I, for that matter.

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