Busy as usual, and passing around a bad cold between the 3 of us. Frankie was sick first, and he gave it to me. Now Beth has it. She is definitely not feeling well - she came into our bed yesterday morning at about 7 like usual, and we all snoozed until about 10:30! She never sleeps that late... and when she was downstairs, she just stayed on the couch under her blankie the whole time. She didn't even play with any of her toys.

I took our cat Roger to be put down on Friday, but ended up bringing him home again. That morning he was drinking water and peed all over himself as he was drinking. And he pees a LOT because his diabetes makes him so thirsty. Of course, that freaked him out because I don't think he realized he was doing it. So I took him to the vet on Friday and asked that they put him down, and the assholes wanted to run all sorts of blood and urinalysis tests, which I refused to let them because I know what his problem is, so they ever-so-kindly refused to put him down because they said his problem could be treated with medication. Even though I TOLD them I absolutely would not allow him to go on medication for the rest of his life, because I'm not going to have his last years be of me or Frankie chasing him down each morning and giving him a painful injection. Rogie would not understand. I gave myself injections in my stomach every morning for weeks on end for each of the in vitro cycles, and I *did* understand and it *was* my choice, but after about 6 weeks of it, the last thing I wanted to do was give myself yet another injection. So if they weren't going to respect my decision to not treat his diabetes with insulin, then I wasn't going to let them run a bunch of tests that would only serve to tell me that.... duh.... he has diabetes. Helloooooo... he's 10 years old, he's a male and he's fat. He weighs 26.2 pounds!! So.... I took him to the SPCA to be put down, and by this time it was about 8 at night so they were closed, but I had seen something online that they have after-hours drop off areas. But I got all the way out there and they did not have them after all. And I wasn't going to just leave Rogie outside in his little carrier at the door like he was garbage, so I brought him home again. Frankie said it was fate that I brought him home again, so we're trying to manage his condition with a specialized diet and by limiting his water access. (It's not cruel to limit his water, because he's not dehydrated - he just thinks he's thirsty). He's doing better, so we'll just stay on this path for as long as we can. He's even back to hopping on the couch and into our bed to cuddle, whereas before he never left the kitchen - he would sleep on the little rug by his water bowl.

I'm trying to finish up the floor in the dining room/workout room/playroom. I ripped up all the carpet in the dining room and the vinyl in the foyer. I put down new flooring. Now I just have to install the quarter round and the thresholds now, and it would be an easy job if I could get the old nails out of the walls. They're too small to get my hammer around, so I might have to resort to pliers and brute strength. I've got pliers, but no brute strength, so we'll have to see if that's even going to work... But I'm so sick of having everything strewn all over the downstairs - I just want to finish it and get my house put back together. I'll definitely post some pictures when I'm done.

I have a friend in MA who is getting a biopsy on a mass in her breast today. From the sounds of it, it sounds like a bad kind of lump. We worked together in the cancer registry, so she knows it sounds like a bad kind of lump too.

Frankie's sister and her family are visiting his parents this week. I had told Frankie that neither Beth nor I will be going to visit them, and they are not welcome to visit our home either. Of course, he's a grown up and can do what he wants. So he spent most of Monday evening over there and he told me that it was different - that it felt natural again. They weren't all yelling and swearing and fighting and dramatic with each other. So I gave them the benefit of the doubt and went over there with Beth. It actually went quite smoothly, so it worked out well. I don't have the energy to keep up a fight anymore, and I can't change the past, so it's time to just take a deep breath and move on. It doesn't change everything, but if it makes things more peaceful, I'll go along with it.