Hello my STalk family. I've missed you terribly. My apologies for the long hiatus and no contact (I'll get to PMs as soon as I can).

If you recall, my darling furbaby, Mr. P, was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. Surgery was successful and he gets around on 3 legs better than his Mommy does on 2. His energy is great and his appetite is even better. Chemo started mid-November. Unfortunately, we have to postpone this weekend because he has an infection in his incision. It doesn't look too bad and he's on a 2-week course of antibiotics and I clean it up 2x a day. The best boy in the world stands there unmoving and patiently while I wash, rinse, and peroxide. It must not feel good, but he doesn't even flinch. Just looks at me adoringly with those big, brown eyes. I'm praying several times a day that this infection clears up, chemo is successful, and I'll be spending Christmas 2017 (and longer) with my beautiful boy.

Mr. P is in better shape than I am. The evening of his surgery, I was in the kitchen preparing to make pumpkin bread pudding, turned, and apparently tripped over my own feet and fell. I honestly cannot recall exactly what happened. Everything is kind of a blur, but I did quite a number...

*The large glass bowl (antique) in my hands went flying and shattered into a million pieces.
*I hit the stove with my mouth, chipped one tooth, and knocked another back (I popped it back into place but now need a root canal).
*I torn ligaments in my right knee AND it took the brunt of the fall and is bone bruised.
*I managed to land my right arm smack dab in the middle of aaaaaaall that broken glass and had lots of tiny pieces in my arm and hand.

But you should see the stove! I showed it whose boss. I managed to remove a half inch of enamel straight down to the black!

Anyhoo... I was out of work (NO pay) for 3 weeks. OUCH. The dental insurance doesn't cover all of the work I need, so I used my Christmas savings (which is never a lot because I only buy for DH and my sis). Our phones are dead in the water until I can buy minutes. DH has his work phone but can only use it for emergencies. I'm the only non-work person who has that number. Even BioHo and the skids don't have it. So someone had better be dying for me to call DH on it or for him to make a non-work call. And DH is as broke as I am because his truck broke down and the repair cost $$$.

Thankfully, we had a full freezer/fridge/pantry and haven't had to buy anything other than milk, bread, and eggs. The skids are not at all happy that they're eating a buttload of frozen pizza (blech!!!) because they're such picky effers that it's the only thing they will eat of what we have available. And DH cannot afford to take them to McDonalds (Hahahahahaha!!!). PrincASS TOLD DH that DH NEEDS to make homemade pizza. DH burst out laughing. DH absolutely HATES cooking so baking a frozen pizza is as close to homemade as he'll get. I, on the other hand, make FABULOUS homemade pizza. But I doesn't cook for tw@twaffle skids. I confess that if we had the ingredients for ONE pizza, Evil Aniki would make HERSELF a pizza on a skid weekend...

BTW, I am off of the crutches, but still have arm and knee pain and keep getting cramps in the backs of my legs. Would anyone like to take me away for a weekend and feed me copious amounts of alcohol?