You know - I thought I was becoming immune to Wolfy - but as fate would have it - she has me reaching for a "Depends" box at the tender age of 43. My God woman! You really MUST cease and desist this incessant humour! It has me driving my coworker nuts, has ruined at least 3 well upholestered chairs - and made my dog, 3 cats and 4 fuzzbutts run for their lives......they think I've lost it when I go from being the calm, serene Kimmie - to the "burst out laughing so hard I fall outta the chair" Kimmie. And this morning, even MoJoMan, my "I never sleep and have to be by Mom boy" wouldn't come within 10 feet of me, without first stopping - sniffing - checking for leakage under my chair, and such. And even when he was convinced there was none - the COMPUTER that made MOMMIE GO NUTS was still on. He decided it would be a better idea to wait until such time as I turned it off......... On a side bar - Rickie is still hangin in there, but I'm not so sure for how much longer. He scared the bejeezus outta me yesterday. He was kinda "disoriented" when it came time for his meds. Usually, right after stuffing the pred down - we follow that up with some Hills Science Diet soft food - and he is a happy camper. Usually - Mommy (that'd be me) - holds the Rickster - while the feeding frenzy commences. He LOVES his soft food - and usually can't get enough. However, yesterday - he was like "grabbing a mouthful" and trying to get down to run and hide and eat it. That wasn't a problem. The problem was - he "missed" the food - but still thought he had it - and struggled to get down and go eat his mouthful of "air". He did this a couple times, until I dipped my fingers into the bowl and "dolloped" it on his tongue. He didn't eat much - and like an hour later I found him "speed bumped" under the dining room table. Sound asleep. He scared the crap outta me, because he NEVER does that. I grabbed him up - and got the ferrevite out - and after that - he seemed to "normalize" out. Now being a ferret mommy for close to 8 yrs, one would THINK I'd know that the signs/symptoms that he was exhibiting pointed to possible insuloma issues - but when I panic, I make sure that I forget everything I know - and rant like a lunatic. Funny thing is though - with anyone ELSE'S animals (or skin bearing small adults they choose to call "children" - if there is an emergency - I am as cool as a cucumber in the fridge. Hell, even when my kids would come in with cuts deeper than the wrinkles on Hillary's face - I'd be the "perfect in commando" Mommy. With my furbearing mammals? It all goes out the door......I can't quite figure that one out........ Anyone have any advice they can throw my way? He is 7.5 - adrenal - insulomic - but he's been putting on weight - eating and drinking well. He's not had seizures, and this is really the first time I've seen him "bottom out" like that. Any and all advice will be welcomed and appreciated. I know that the time is coming - where he won't be with me, and I know that God is being kind on me this time (for those of you who remember the Helena episode, you know what I am talking about) - and giving me the time to work with, laugh with, love with, and play with Ricky. I'm pretty sure he knows what is goin on. He's already pretty much "separated" himself from the other kids - and the fearsome four has become the "three and a halfs". Maybe they know better than we, how to slowly say goodbye. It seems that way to me anyways. Oh well. And Wolfy - if your gonna offer some advice up - please pre-warn me in a precurser email. That way I can get my diapers on, lock the animals out of my room and make sure I am no where in the vicinity of another "mammal" who can look at me as if I've lost my mind....... *winks*. Kim and Her Army of Idiots Lord, help me to be grateful for what I have, and not greedy for what I want..... [Posted in FML 5925]