Day 1: Paprika Anne Hubbell

The story: I was on my way to my cousins when I almost ran over a bird. I looked in my rear-view-mirror and realized it was a baby bird, and it was in the middle of the road flopping around helplessly. For you who know me, know I am a bleeding heart, especially when it comes to animals. So I made a U-turn and parked my car in the middle of the road. I scooped up the bird and put it on my passenger chair. I checked all near-by trees and saw no signs of a nest. Surely I couldn't leave it there to die. 

My cousin and I made a nice home and named the bird Paprika Anne. Pappy is quite lively and loves to swim. I put one of our turtles heating lamps into her new home aka Pimptress-Palace and she loves it! Pappy has yet to eat, but drinks a lot and has had two BM's. Kory tried to hand feed her like a mother bird... but she still refused. Stubborn. We will work on the eating part.

I love Pappy so much :) and so do her brothers. They love to sniff Pappy, and are so gentle. Stay tuned!

Catheter? Yes, PLEASE!

TMI? Probably. 

I am over having the worlds.lamest.bladder. If my bladder were a puppy, it would have been put to sleep long ago. I feel like an 87 year old pregnant woman jumping on a trampoline. 

Does anyone else have this problem? 

As soon as the "pee pee" urge comes, I had better find a restroom or else I am toast. The soiled kind of toast. The kind of toast you spread way too much butter on and is too soggy to eat. When I drink 32oz it equals a minimum of four bathroom visits in about an 1.5 hour period. No joke. I should probably supply my own toilet paper at work. I still rarely go an entire night without getting up at least once to go to the bathroom. I have never successfully gotten into a shower, pool, body of water without having to first relieve my bladder. My little brother once tickled me until I pee'd my pants, without much effort.

 Alas, this has been a life-long battle and I have avoided most accidents (with trial and much error)

Sometimes a catheter doesn't sound so bad. I think I could rock the catheter look. Maybe I'd let people sign my pee-pee bag. Too far? Oh well.

Love always, S.