Don’t Enjoy Roller Coasters Anymore

Sneaking in a quick post between projects.  Need to wean myself away from New’ts blog at least for the next couple of weeks during the crazy upcoming schedule.

It’s been another up and down kind of day. 

First, the update on Newt’s friend, Simon – a tiny bit of hopeful news.  Last night’s report was that he had nibbled a bit of food on his own.  His vet is guardedly optimistic, and his family sends their appreciation for your encouragement and support.  They are visiting him today.

As for little Newt? He’s having a bit of a rough day – probably the worst since this cycle began.  Was drooling last night, but ate his snacks.  Did not jump on the bed with me, preferring instead to drool and doze in his box.  At least he’s not hiding in the back of the costume closet in his red-feathered Newt nest. He’s been drooling rather heavily off and on today, resting in his box, or sitting in the annex box here next to me. He’s alternating between purring and wheezing.  Hair coat is ruffled, and he refused breakfast but ate some chicken for lunch. Direct dosed some water just to be cautious, and direct dosed Lactulose.

Have another email into his vet, and am curious why his Neomycin that was compounded with chicken flavor does not taste like chicken.  It actually tastes like sort of a lemony zing.  Doesn’t smell bad; doesn’t taste bad; but, does not taste like chicken.

I just shake my head.  Isn’t it interesting how one’s tastes and preferences can change situationally?  I used to adore the wild surges of emotion induced by the dips and twists and jolts and turns of the roller coaster rides at the County fair. Have often described myself, and been described by others, as an adrenaline junky.

And yet, with our Newt, and especially with his recent bout of up and down and round and round? Well, I’ve decided that I really don’t like roller coasters anymore.