Yesterday Boza had another very bad day. But so far today (knock on wood,) Boza is doing much better…
We have adjusted the drops for his eyes again and he seems to be finding a balance to the glaucoma and death by medicine. Don’t you just hate it when the cure is as bad if not worse then the illness?
Boza has had a rough go this last week and I have spent many hours holding him and just staying by his side. He lost sense of who and what he was, plus did not recognize me for many hours. I have had to keep him upset and growling at me, just to keep his blood pressure from dropping to dangerous levels. It was close a few times and once I had to slap him and shake him. (It worked!) This will not happen today, Svetochka and I have gone to only two medicines today (one for pressure and the other for cornea) and if he can stand it, we will use it about five times. Mixing all these drops may be driving pressure down, but if you die in the process, what good is the whole thing…
I used techniques that I was taught in the field, do not let them fall asleep. Time enough for that when it is all over…. Sleep is for healing and or death when it is near. Boza was close to death…
It looks like his left eye will have to have surgery soon. We are concentrating on saving the right eye. Small amount of sight in it and the eye is healthy. That is the bummer of life, he would see fine out of the right eye, but the genetic disease has killed his sight. Healthy eye, no sight… đ
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Boza and I found a fort built from windswept debris…
Actually I saw the kids building it yesterday, about five boys spent all day dragging logs, limbs and what ever other pieces of debris they could find and built themselves a sorta fort. Same thing I would have done at onetime in my life…
This is a good example of what life is about and even in a city of millions and millions, you can find what is needed to be a kid…
I have been watching the monkeys, they are out of school now and they are climbing trees everywhere and dragging anything not tied down and the landscape is shift as if it is a sand dune in the wind…
Many of the cut logs you see above are from a pile, from a tree cut down by the city last week. The city left it and has not come back. Now they will have to find all the pieces… LOL…
I love it…
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I have to say that Putin has been telling it like it is lately. No games, just truth…
Putin stated about Trump, âWhen a person is elected, they may have some ideas. Then people with briefcases arrive, well dressed, wearing dark suits⊠These people start explaining how things are done. And instantly, everything changesâ.
And talking about the democrat party loss in America…
âThey are absolutely reluctant to admit this, and prefer deluding themselves and others into thinking it was not their fault, that their policy was correct, they did all the right things, but someone from the outside thwarted them. But it was not so. They just lost and they have to admit itâ.
Then as Putin well knows, the chaos in America is normal and he says…
âBut it will pass, everything passes and this will pass as wellâ.
As he talks about the general state that America has pushed upon the world and Russia as a whole…
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Kathy Griffin?
You may say, “But that is not what America is about!” and “She is not representative of American people.” and she needs to be blah blah blah…
The problem is…
She is representative of half of our country. Even if she is fired, many will support her to the end. They want our president dead and feel that they are correct and only correct…
She is not sincere in apology and I am saddened by the fact that we as a society even allowed this to get on the air… This is not freedom, this is disrespect and hate on a whole level of a weird, dangerous sickening, manifested psychosis…
I say…
If your freedoms hurt my freedoms, then neither of us are free!
We must look at ourselves seriously and realize that a psychosis has embedded itself into the American way of life and we need to get it under control…
Psychosis is an abnormal condition of the mind that involves a “loss of contact with reality”…
WtR