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Lubing Up The Cat.

I feed Vaseline to Cat pretty much daily. Please, let me explain. There is a perfectly reasonable reason, I promise.

Anyone who’s had cats usually knows that hairballs can be an issue if your cat is kept indoors. Sometimes, cats just can’t process all the hair they eat when they bathe themselves, and really, hairballs are icky, icky, icky. If a cat can get outside, then they often will eat grass and leaves to help themselves throw up the hairball, but Cat is not going outside.

So I go with a little more logical approach. The Vaseline acts as a lubricant, and doesn’t allow the hairballs to form as easily, meaning Cat is less likely to have them. And frankly, Cat loves it.

I don’t give her much, just a pea-sized bit spread over my finger a few times a week. Cat comes running for it every time. She hears the lid popping off the container, and she’s right there. She comes for it more readily than she does her food.

Fritter saw me doing this and thought I was out of my mind, but I’ve been doing this for years with other cats. I learned it from my mom, and really, it is just as viable an option as the more costly hairball solutions sold in stores, considering most of those are edible salves based on, you guessed it!, Vaseline. Why spend more on something that is just going to do the same damn thing?

And besides, I like Vaseline because it comes in a tub or jar, which means I don’t have to sit there and try to squeeze it out of a tube.

Husband is against the whole thing, mainly because he hates Vaseline in general. His take is that a) it is disgusting, and b) it eats through latex. That’s pretty much all you need to know about the horrors of Vaseline. I think this is a pretty limited view, but I’m aware that his opinion is shared with quite a few. I don’t really care. I mean, the feel is no different than any other lubricant (including olive oil and vegetable oil), and it isn’t harming Cat, and she loves it.

And really, anything to mean that I have to step on fewer hairballs, ’cause in the grand scheme of disgusting? Hairballs win the prize.

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Open Mouth; Cover With Tissue.

For whatever reason, I’m sick again. I’ve already had three colds/sinus infections this year, and I’m going through it yet again for some unknown reason. (I’ve decided the gods hate me.)

It wouldn’t be so bad except that I work in a profession that requires massive amounts of talking and relaying information, often over the phone, which means every cough and sneeze and attempt to breathe has to be stifled very, very quietly. And of course, I’m also having problems sleeping, because I can’t breathe through the night.

Husband has been sweet and keeps bringing me juice and soft tissues and medicine from behind the counter at the pharmacy (my favorite, because it actually works*). But then he wants to cuddle, and I feel a cross between disgusting and frustrated all the time. I’m trying to keep my spirits up, but I’m not sure how it is working out.

Thankfully, my illness hasn’t affected my performance at work too much. I even got praise from several supervisors today, which is always welcome. I did feel the need to apologize for today not going as smoothly as it could have. It wasn’t my fault, though, so I just sucked it up and walked out the door.

I always feel so stupid when I’m sick, because I always want to apologize for everything. It is ridiculous. I also can get strangely giggly, and occasionally quite bitchy. Unfortunately, that isn’t necessarily a strong change from normal, so I’m not certain how much people see it. And generally if I’m working, I do my best to not come off that way, since everyone seems to see me as a somewhat responsible adult.

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The medicine I refer to is over the counter, it is just behind the counter because it has pseudoephedrine, which is regulated by law. It is Sudafed 12 Hour, and it is saving my life. Seriously, if you are having problems with sinus congestion due to cold, I highly recommend it.


Functionally Cured Is Still Cured.

Hallelu and praise be to Deity, because functionally cured is still fucking cured!

This article from Southern California Public Radio and this article found on Yahoo discuss a miracle: a cured AIDS patient. This man suffered from HIV for years, and then developed leukemia, which is a cancer of blood and bone marrow. The leukemia was a separate condition from the HIV, but the treatment for leukemia is often chemotherapy or radiation therapy, both of which are designed to kill the immune system, which is, of course, the way that HIV turns into AIDS.

This man was freaking screwed.

Bone marrow transplants are also used to treat leukemia, but the prep for that is also killing the immune system, so that the body won’t reject and attack the new marrow. The procedure is very dangerous, and the result can actually kill the patient. Unfortunately, because Timothy’s leukemia wouldn’t stay in remission, he was forced to consider and then have a transplant. After two transplants, it not only put his leukemia into remission, it also seems to have cured his HIV.

Brown was lucky. His doctors specifically sought out a donor who would be a good match as well as having the markers for being resistant/immune to HIV. The donor was found and was willing to give not once, but twice (at least).

This is not going to be an option for everyone. The chances of finding available donors, who can make decent enough matches for patients as well as being immune to HIV, for most HIV patients are crazy slim. Chances are the procedure itself could actually kill many of the patients if someone was to attempt performing it on others. Further compromising the immune systems of patients who already suffer from AIDS or low T-cell counts is extremely risky. And even if a good match with the right immunity markers is found, and the patient survives the compromised immune system, there is always the chance of the body rejecting the transplant.

However.

However.

However.

We now have hope that something can be done about this virus and accompanying syndrome. We have a new path, or at least some new light on the paths we may have already been exploring. We need to be supporting this.

My husband pointed out earlier that the transplant has also been referred to as a ‘blood stem cell’ transplant. He and I both worry that people won’t understand what that means, because in the USA, people often equate stem cells to aborted fetal cells, which is simply not the case. Stem cells are just cells that don’t really have specific purpose outside of renewal, replacement, or reparation unless they are manipulated into becoming another kind of cell. You can pretty much find them in most of the systems in your body.

I want to extend my sincerest congratulations to Timothy Brown and his doctors for the success of the treatment. Timothy is 20 months cured, but lets all hope that it is permanent!


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