Something is wrong with bear bait. 2 weeks ago she started limping, so I didn't walk her for a few days and then the husband (not knowing) took her out and she started limping again. I took her to the vet last Monday, but when bear bait goes to the vet she is so busy whining and trembling that it is hard to evaluate her. She ended up on anti-inflammatory (5 days) and antibiotics (still taking). I think the anti-inflammatories helped. Anyway, the vet said not to walk her for a week, and bear bait wascuh-raaaazy with too much energy for that week, and this morning I thought that if I didn't take her for a little walk that I'd find her climbing the walls (literally), so I took her to the fields, and she was so thrilled she ran in circles barking her head off. By the time we had walked a mile I thought I saw a mild limp and then over the rest of the day the limp evolved into not putting her right front leg down at all. Sheet. Tomorrow it is back to the vet. I hope they can squeeze her in.
In other news, I did not get into a show that I submitted some photos from my rejected Y@le portfolio to. I'm not broke up over it, as a matter of fact I recently read Stephen King's non fiction book, On Writing, in which he tells this story of putting a long nail into something and then sticking all of his rejection letters onto the nail. These days there aren't rejection letters since rejecting you on the internet if more eco friendly, but I am totally going to get me a long nail and start printing out those rejections.
Also, I am going to rewrite my artist statement and make it much more political. I'm going to add some fire to it. I'm going to make it more personal/ Also, I'm going to look around for some more contests to submit to. I'm going to totally whore those photos out everywhere I can.
I went back to stepford this morning to pick up my past mammograms so I can get a new mammogram. Another one of my friends was just diagnosed with breast cancer. It is terrifying. I feel like we are all doomed to get some kind of cancer. Growing up in Manhattan 2 blocks from the Con Ed plant we used to actually gather in front of the living room window and watch as the smoke stacks blew steam (can't even imagine what was in that!) and now that I just spent the past 14 years in a sewer Jersey, and lost both of parents to cancer, and have THREE close friends with cancer I feel the whole we are all doomed to get cancer scenario even more. I'm getting the big squish on Thursday. Fun fun fun!
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