Yes, the long-awaited Crippledupdate… Saw the rheumatologist on Tuesday and once again, it has been determined by the White Man’s Medicine that my joints are — quote — “too loose” (canna getta “That’s what she said!”). Then she stole all my blood (which is why I didn’t blog earlier — I been laying around the house like Sookie after Valentine’s Day) to see what’s causing them to get… looser, I guess? Yes, my joints are rapidly becoming the elastic in your Paw-Paw’s underpants.
The good news is, she doesn’t THINK it’s the arthritis that’s causing it. Of course, the bad news is, she doesn’t know what IS… part of it’s that I’ve always been flexible (due to the having no cartilage thing, I’m sure), and part of it is that my shit’s getting older and wearing out… but she’s making sure nothing ELSE is fucked up before we proceed. Oh, good.
So right now, I’m using the tried and true method of spending a lot of time soaking in the bathtub — I mean for HOURS, people. And Ti-Jacques is almost as fascinated with this as he is with the NeatDesk. Here’s the process:
Step 1 (we can have lotsa fun… dammit, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!): Ti stands with his front paws on the edge of the bathtub, breathing in the steam with his mouth open.
Step 2 (there’s so much… DAMMIT!): Ti jumps up onto the edge of the tub so he can reach the water… then proceeds to pat it.
Step 3 (CONTROL!!!): Ti reaches his EN-tire arm down into the water so he can touch Mommy’s leg. Then he realizes he is wet and jerks his arm back, slinging water everywhere in the process.
Lather, rinse, repeat for however long I stay in the tub. That cat is WEIRD.