Mouse: MIA, Gone Missing,

This is a photo of the tiny mouse that I bought to use on my 11 inch Chromebook, in July of 2021 and this is the cute box the mouse lives in on the table next to where I am sitting typing.

Just like 7 knives that did their Houdini  move into the spoon section of the drawer, my tiny mouse "went missing", MIA, GONE BABY GONE, Nowhere to be found.

For two days.

Imagine my surprise when I reached into the plate that belongs to Beau, the one that holds his treats, Meds,  Ear Drops etc , the one that sits on the kitchen counter by the sink, and phone and laptop in a place I am in very often, and 

I Suddenly Saw The Mouse.

(the sentence was so long, I forgot why I reached into the plate)

Here's What Happens. I carry what ever is in my hand with me when I move, and I sit it down. Evidence shows I move on and leave it, because if its my coffee cup and I go to take another sip, I CAN'T find it. Once I searched the entire house and could not find it. Until I sat down on the sofa and spied with my little eye, my cup sitting by the TV, in plain sight, on top of the external speaker. 

This might be why, when I reach for a pen, to jot something down so I remember it, I find there is no pen, but when I walk in the kitchen there are SIX pens by the pad.

 I am like a MadSquirrel, toting acorns here and there and leaving them.

The carry things around happens when my focus is broken, but I wrote this  poem November 2021 that proves I was crazy then, and I have said before, it all started March 28th of 2020 when COVID shut the world down.. 

This might also prove that I am an easily stressed person and that what causes it is I LOVE ROUTINE and can't function without it. Interrupting the Routine, Interrupts My Brain Thoughts.

I fell down the AI deep dive hole when I asked if there is a name for this.

I will stop Now, except for the poem from 4 years ago. 

Its OK to say you wish I would forget how to make a short story long. Bob says it a lot. 

👍👍 up for Routine!

 Routine is my middle name,

which means habits are my only game.

Wake Up and potty, then make the bed.

I don' have to think, this is in my head.

Brush my teeth, brush my hair.

Back to the bed, exercising by lifting legs into the air.

Stretches' next, then kick my legs,

Head to the kitchen to cook my eggs,

Each day has its on thing to be done,

I check them off, one by one.

Saturday 6 am is shopping

Sunday is reserved for vac and mopping.

Showers are usually in late afternoon,

Reading and commenting are done before noon.

If you have known me for awhile,

you can now say OCD and smile.

I have daily exercise, set up for each day,

the time, the exercise, different everyday.

Last Sunday, before I got up, my mind still whirling in a Beaumont Daze,

I suddenly realized I had done zero exercise for 8 whole days.

Nothing, Nada, not one at all,

my mind focused on the fact beau can not play ball.

I got out of bed,

Showered and washed the hair on my head.

Bob said aren't we doing the floor?

Oh NO, I forgot, this I have never forgotten before.

I thought once more, about the missed exercise,

I went to lay on the bed and to my surprise,

I had forgotten to make up the bed.

I made up the bed, lay down and was blinded by the ceiling light over my head

It seems I forgot to turn it off, before I lay down,

Even though blinded, the evidence was clear, causing my face to frown.

the fan and 4 lights was draped in cobwebs, it seems I forgot to swipe them down. 

Written by Sandra November, 2021

I am Home (BeauSpeak)

 

I came home from the Vet late night at 6 pm, this photo is me this morning, at 6 am, I did good, only one small poop in middle of night, I slept all night. Mama told daddy I was drugged to the maximum.

I only got a little canned RX food this morning, my first in 48 hours. I did not feel like walking, so Mama is typing my words for me instead.

Diagnosis: hemorrhagic gastro-enteritis

Monday night I ate my 5 pm meal, took my meds and an hour later threw it all up, another hour another throw up.. I paced all night, sometimes diarrhea sometimes puking. At 9 am, laying on mama's feet, she said she smelled horrible smells and looked down and my entire but was laying in a puddle of blood, think crime scene. 

No poo, pure blood, while she was cleaning it up, I did another one under daddy's hospital bed, even bigger. I did not know I was doing it, just poured out. Mama took me outside and as I walked around the pool deck I left a trail of blood.

you should see mama when she freaks out over ME..

She shakes and can't think. Suddenly a man I had never seen came into the back yard, to sit with me while Mama got dressed and talked to vets office.

the neighbor man helped put me in the car and she left me with the vet for 8 hours.

SHE KISSSES MY HEAD every time she sees me sleeping.

My Mama has a Tender Heart, yesterday, she found this little baby mouse/rat, only less than 3 inches long drowning in our pool. 

She tried to leave it to drown but could not. She scooped it out and it was shaking so bad it could not walk, she cried when she saw it shaking and when it went under the ferns, the ferns continued to shake and she cried over that too.

She cried a Lot more over me.

they gave me injections for stop the poop

injections for stop the bleeding, Vet said 100 % blood sprayed all over their office all day but the injections stopped the blood and I had known the last 2 hours there.

I had IV drips to hydrate and no food at all for  2 days and I did not even care.

My vet said all the office people were coughing and hacking and one threw up. It seems blood has a horrible nasty Stink, think Crime Scene.

I am on antibiotics, blood binders and hour before food and very little RX canned food today.

No one knows WHY or IF the 3 meds I am on will work, we are in waiting mode and Mama is trying not to what if herself with well, what ifs.

Vet said they think this is what it is, that is where the  prayers come in

He said it could take up to 3 weeks for me to get back to where I was.

I did not want to walk today, and that really freaked my mama.

If there are any changes, Mama will post.

Thank you for all the sweet prayers and wishes on this blog.

Mama will not be around blogland, she has the two of us to care for and Daddy is 

worse every day.. back soon we hope..

PS: I heard her tell Dan's wife she is afraid she will do something wrong and cause me to hemorrhage to death. She has to give a pill down my throat 10 hour before my meals. I will not let her, so she does the melt in water/syringe thing and I do what I can to stop that too. It binds something to make me not bleed and IF eaten with food, it will bind to the food and not to the Some Thing....

I have been asleep since 6 last night, except for 3 potty breaks and a very small breakfast

What we got  for 783.88 for my records