My mom and I were out doing errands today. The library was one of the stops. While my mom searched for certain books, I decided to look through one about Greek classics. I found nothing new, so decided to put the book up. In the middle up putting it back on the shelf my head suddenly hit vertigo and somewhat felt like it burst in a sort of heat. Next thing I know I was on the floor and a woman was checking on me. I fear I found the whole endeavor cool.

I asked the woman how long I was out, just in case. She said it was not long, just a couple of seconds. She relayed she heard me say “woah”. Then she either heard or saw me hit the floor. She kept asking me if I was okay for a while. I just kept saying sure. I bet she thought I was a nut.

Anyway, I figured I should get back down on the first level of the library in case such a thing happened again. My mom was at the computer/card catalog. I plopped down by her and asked her if I had ever keeled over before. She said no. After that I was all smiles and “Dude.” Mom, meanwhile, was of course worried.

On our way out she asked me if I ate, slept enough and how the whole thing felt. I had done such things and described to her about the burst of heat and such. She thought about stopping to get me something to eat or taking me home. I replied nay on both. So, we continued on with the last errand and then headed home. I figured in all logic I should probably lay down. I did and slept for maybe three hours.

So… yeah. I thought the whole thing was fun. Aren’t I a nut? I asked my mom at some point during all that, “There’s something wrong about me finding keeling over fun, isn’t there?” She said yes. Then she amended something about it… like “most people wouldn’t be giddy over such a thing”. Well… it was oddly exciting. I mean, I lost time! One moment I was standing and the next I am on the floor. I did not feel the fall or anything. I don’t know if I just fell over, if my legs buckled or anything. It was a “Woah.”

Yeah… I just wanted to record my first keel. Ha.

(Nov. 21-25)
Peabody seems to be doing better. Wednesday morning he was hurking a lot, but that ended soon enough. He’s eating, responding and is more alert.
Thanksgiving went by quickly for me. I slept half the day. I figure it was due to having trouble sleeping the night before. Despite that, everyone seemed to have enjoyed it, which is all that matters.
My sister liked the card I got her and her cold seems to be clearing up. she was still coughing quite a bit, but she said other than that she felt fine.
Friday was more or less a usual day, other than the fact I slept a lot. Maybe it is the weather? Perhaps it is because my mom has had off time since Wednesday? There are other possibilities.
The weekend passed in a blur.

(Nov. 26-30)
Monday to Wednesday was the same. My mom had to go back to work, but after that, ten days of vacation for her.
Thursday was the big day on two accounts. My cat had an appointment at the vet clinic at one thirty. His results were less than… well… sigh. His levels went back up to the sixties. He is supposed to be down to thirty, at most thirty six. Mom and I were not supposed to give him protein at all. Well, my mom thought it would help him gain some weight and the broth would help him get more fluids.
By the end of the appointment, my mom asked him about how long my cat will likely live. Worse case, two weeks. Best case is two years. Wah… He is not even ten yet! Not until three fourths into April will he be ten. I had hopes of him living to a good old age of twenty. Sigh…
Uncle Mike is the second occurrence. He’s down here for a while. My dad left to pick him up from the airport around one. The place was two hours away, so… they did not get back here until five. I took a nap and woke up not too long after his arrival. We ate dinner together around the dining room table – a somewhat rare occurrence. Dad wanted to show him my room, noted to him some of my swords and then asked me to show him my drawings. I conceded to all.
In any case, the weekend has been a blur so far. It is pretty much the same, minus my worry for my cat. Sigh.

(Dec.)
Anyway, Sunday Uncle Mike goes back home. The day will likely be another “usual”. Monday I go to the dentist for that postponed cleaning at 2. Wednesday my mom and I will go get haircuts. Hers begins at 11, mine at 12. Friday my mom and dad will be gone a good amount of the night for a Christmas party thrown by her workplace. I think I see Wynne on the fourteenth.

Other than that, I have little to note. I’m not really into the scheme of making updates as of late. Sigh. Well, it is 12:24 AM now… Yeah. signing off.