Wednesday, February 5, 2020

I'm Baaaaaaack.....

Like my newly manicured nails? The result of a triumphant in-your-face-dumb-stupid-shingles-virus outing.

Well, hello life, again! I have missed you!

Whew.

I am so happy to report that I am feeling much much better. I'm still having some pain, but it is well controlled with non opioid drugs. Controlled enough that I can toss my bra and clothes on in the morning without agonizing about the softness factor for each clothing item.

I can have friends over, can go out shopping, have taken a four hour car ride to see my kids, can go to church.

That is so huge.

I still need to meter out my energy carefully. In fact energy is the factor that limits my activities these days rather than pain.

So I raise my glass of highly diluted current and apple hard cider in a joyful toast to a return to normalcy.

Whatever that turns out to be.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

If my viruses could talk....

.......they'd be saying, Not so fast, Missy! You think you're really going to have a fast recovery? Well, think again.

Oh, brother. After Christmas, when my shingles rash began to rapidly disappear, I assumed that my pain would leave with it. Woo hoo! I thought it was safe to let the recovery celebration commence.

And, as it happens far too frequently, I was very wrong. I just couldn't understand why I would still wake up in the early hours of the morning in serious pain; the kind that feels as though a burning poker were stuffed through my torso. It left me scrambling for my pain medications and then stuck in a very uncomfortable and frustrating hour long wait for the symptoms to gradually subside.

It just didn't seem logical that I would continue with this level of pain even though the rash had almost completely healed. So I did some reading and discovered with my dismay that what I was experiencing wasn't unusual. At all.

Oh, great.

I was getting close to needing a refill on my pain meds, so I called my internal medicine doctor's office and was informed, that, yup. This could persist for THREE MONTHS. During which such time it would be still considered normal shingles recovery. If, after three months, the pain was still present, then the condition would morph into something else: postherpetic neuralgia.

I do not want to deal with this. Seriously do not want. Here's why, this found on NIH PubMed site found here. (HZ refers to the shingles virus Herpes Zoster):

POSTHERPETIC NEURALGIA 
Postherpetic neuralgia is a debilitating complication of HZ. The risk of PHN after HZ increases with age. In a large population-based study, the rate of PHN (defined as at least 90 days of documented pain) increased from 5% in those younger than 60 years to 10% in those aged 60 to 69 years and to 20% in those aged 80 years or older.3 The pain results in large part from damage to the sensory nerves, causing neuropathic pain. The pain is often intermittent and not correlated with external stimuli. Paradoxically, areas of the skin that lack normal sensitivity to touch may be associated with increased pain. Light touch or the brush of clothing is sometimes perceived as being painful, a phenomenon called allodynia. It is not uncommon for the pain of PHN to interfere with sleep and recreational activities and to be associated with clinical depression. 
Many patients do not understand why their pain lasts after the rash has healed. Some fear that they are imagining the symptoms or that their complaints represent a weakness in character. Patients should be reassured that their symptoms are real and represent the unseen and persistent damage to the sensory nerves. 
Unfortunately, there is no intervention that reliably relieves the pain of PHN. Effective therapy often requires multiple drugs. Therefore, it is essential to undertake treatment in a systematic fashion that will allow appropriate assessment of both benefit and adverse effects for each drug. If 2 medications are started simultaneously and the patient has an adverse reaction, it will often be necessary to eliminate both medications. Another general principle is to have patients begin a medication at a very low dose and increase the dose gradually until either analgesia or adverse effects are noticed. Beginning with a dose that is lower than the anticipated effective level increases the likelihood of a beneficial effect before the onset of adverse effects. It is helpful to keep detailed records of medication trials, including dosage, benefit, and adverse effects.........continue reading here
My doctor and I both expect my pain to gradually diminish and fade away. But if it lingers past that three month mark, then it would be very important to have a pain management plan in place.  My doctor has discussed with me, and I totally agree with her, that the use of narcotic medications in a long term pain relief situation requires very careful consideration.  It's in my best interests to experiment with other non-narcotic or opioid medication solutions to avoid the potential for addiction. Here's our plan of attack on my pain currently:

We have added a tricyclic antidepressant medication to my pile of night time pills. In my case, it isn't being prescribed for depression, but some studies have suggested that its us may help in treating chronic pain, especially neuro type pain.  I am also taking gabapentin, more commonly used for seizures but also found to be helpful in shingles pain, and having John apply capsaicin  cream to my rash site four times a day:
Capsaicin, an extract from hot chili peppers, is currently the only drug labeled by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration for the treatment of postherpetic neuralgia.19 Trials have shown this drug to be more efficacious than placebo but not necessarily more so than other conventional treatments.20 
Substance P, a neuropeptide released from pain fibers in response to trauma, is also released when capsaicin is applied to the skin, producing a burning sensation. Analgesia occurs when substance P is depleted from the nerve fibers. To achieve this response, capsaicin cream must be applied to the affected area three to five times daily. Patients must be counseled about the need to apply capsaicin regularly for continued benefit. They also need to be counseled that their pain will likely increase during the first few days to a week after capsaicin therapy is initiated. Patients should wash their hands thoroughly after applying capsaicin cream in order to prevent inadvertent contact with other areas.
I've got to agree wholeheartedly with the last sentence about capsaicin cream. Hoo boy. I mistakenly got some on my hand and then used the bathroom. I won't elaborate further, but take my word for it. Don't be putting that stuff where you don't need it.

Other non-narcotic strategies include very very gently placing a cold pack on my back; and wearing loose fitting shirts or blouses. Bras and seams and elastics sent me running in pain to my bedroom, flinging off garments as I went. Not a pretty sight.

The skin on my back is so sensitive to any kind of touch, that I despaired of ever being able to wear a bra again. Which also wouldn't be a pretty sight. But then I saw this bra, on a very rare outing:




It is made of a very lightweight stretchy fabric. The edges are not hemmed, so are perfectly smooth. When I wear it, I can scarcely tell that it is there. Heaven.

I think one of the best pain relief techniques is diversion, and this little guy provides the best diversion of all:


That little face! Those pink cheeks! That sweet smile! Aren't grandkids therapeutic? Absolutely.

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

A Christmas Wish for Good Things for All

Hi guys. I got my Christmas gift early this when I began to recover amazingly fast.

Funny. Seems as though this disease took ten days to manifest, but when it began to disappear, it did so almost  magically.

Alleluia! A Christmas miracle! I was able to go out to lunch to celebrate the beginning of my recovery. What a gift it is to be feeling as though I can participate in the Christmas shenanigans ahead.

Well, some of the events. My body is seriously deconditioned after my three week long siege of medical events. I plan on taking it slow and have promised my family that I will listen to my body and heed it's warnings.

So I'm extremely thankful today for an improvement in my health, for all of my wonderful family around me, and the fabulous commotion that has ensued.

I'm also thankful for you -- the friends that really understand and care. Bless you all.

If you celebrate, I wish you the very merriest of Christmases, and Hanukkas, and any other wonderful holidays!



Another Christmas miracle! Pinky is reincarnated into Pinky 2! And the pinkettes live on!




Friday, December 20, 2019

To Vaccinate or Not to Vaccinate

.....is an ongoing hotly discussed topic these days. I fall squarely into the vaccinate camp; but I'm not going to judge those that choose otherwise.

SO

Today's post is written with the simple intent to provide more information, specifically the shingles vaccine.

I was chatting with a friend yesterday, and asked her if she had considered receiving the shingles vaccination. She was super supportive and was kept informed of every gross disgusting and painful detail of my experiences lately. So I was really surprised at her answer, which was,

"Well.....I don't know...." here she wrinkled her nose. "I know someone that had that vaccine and her arm was sore for TWO WHOLE DAYS."

Really? REALLY?

I couldn't believe it. "You'd risk going through what I have been going through for the past three weeks because you don't want to deal with a bit of arm soreness for a couple of days?!"

She shrugged.

It was time to bring out the big guns. I hadn't planned on sharing this but desperate times called for desperate actions. It was time to show her THE PICTURE.

Yes. The one that I'm going to share with y'all.

*Disclaimer: this is really disgusting. So scroll down really fast if you have a weak stomach*


Me. That's ME. I still can't believe it.

This pustule laden rash continues around under my left arm and over the left side of my chest. The picture was taken two days ago, and today has progressed in that the blisters have popped leaving big chunks of raw open lesions across my back.

Delightful.

My friend's jaw dropped in shock. She was stunned.

I don't know what people think a shingles rash looks like or feels like but it isn't pretty or comfortable. For me, my symptoms are severe enough to require three prescription drugs: the antiviral acyclovir, large doses of gabapentin, and opioid pain medication. I feel like a zombie but that's a huge improvement over dealing with the debilitating pain.

I'd give almost anything to have been able to receive that vaccine that could have eliminated or made this experience far less severe than it has been. And I would have -- if only I had had decent white cell numbers this summer and fall.

Ah, well. I most certainly will get it as soon as it is safe to do so.

As I said earlier, I don't want to judge anyone's decision here. I just want to provide adequate and truthful information so that an informed decision can be made.

Currently, there are two versions of the shingles vaccine. Check with your physician to see which is right for you. Here's the dope about this vaccine from the CDC, found here. :

What Everyone Should Know about Zostavax 
Your risk of shingles and postherpetic neuralgia (PHN) increases as you get older. CDC recommends that people 60 years old and older get shingles vaccine (Zostavax®) to prevent shingles and PHN. Shingrix (recombinant zoster vaccine) is the preferred vaccine, over Zostavax® (zoster vaccine live), a shingles vaccine in use since 2006. Zostavax may still be used to prevent shingles in healthy adults 60 years and older. For example, you could use Zostavax if a person is allergic to Shingrix, prefers Zostavax, or requests immediate vaccination and Shingrix is unavailable. 
Zostavax (zoster vaccine live) was licensed by the FDA in 2006. This vaccine reduces the risk of developing shingles by 51% and PHN by 67%. It is given in one dose as a shot, and can be given in a doctor’s office or pharmacy. 
Who Should Get Shingles Vaccine? 
People 60 years of age or older should get shingles vaccine (Zostavax). They should get the vaccine whether or not they recall having had chickenpox, which is caused by the same virus as shingles. Studies show that more than 99% of Americans aged 40 and older have had chickenpox, even if they don’t remember getting the disease. There is no maximum age for getting shingles vaccine. Continue reading here
My friend gulped and told me that perhaps she should go get herself vaccinated. If you are on the fence, read the information and give it serious thought. Shingles is a disease not to be taken lightly.

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Well, Shoot.

Image explaining dumb stupid shingles found here

Awhile back, reader Shara left a comment on a post that went something like this: Whatever you're doing, you're doing it wrong.

I agree. And I sure wish I could figure out what that wrong thing is. Because today apparently I did that mysterious wrong thing again: I found out first hand how painful and debilitating shingles can be. Dang. That's a seriously wrong thing.

Yup. Shingles.

So it appears that my low white blood cell count triggered an activation of dormant varicella zoster virus in my dorsal nerve root ganglion -- they've been hanging around since childhood chickenpox -- which manifested as painful itchy blisters covering the left side of my back, side and chest.

I'd post a picture but it's just gross. You guys don't need to see that.

You can read more about this nasty dumb stupid very poorly timed disease here.

Previously, I didn't understand how severe the pain from shingles can be. I assumed it was simply an irritating and itchy rash. But this pain seems to go straight through my core. So strange. I have developed a new appreciation and sympathy for anyone afflicted. Yikes.

It's a good thing that I did most of my Christmas shopping and decorating and gift wrapping far ahead of my usual schedule. The house looks all festive and there's piles of brightly colored packages underneath the tree.

If I hadn't done that, I'd be in a world of angst right now. Thankfully, at this point all I have to do is take my anti viral drugs, my pain pills, and my gabapentin medications and hopefully sleep for a week until this passes.

My white blood cell count is still below normal. So do me a favor? Think high numbers of whites and very very low numbers of virus for me?

Much appreciated.

This too, will pass.

Friday, December 6, 2019

Thankful

I love fall. Especially Thanksgiving. Once again, our holiday was marked by a home filled to the brim with family and friends and lots of good food.

We were fortunate to have beautiful weather.


The preparations were great fun. I bought a new rolling pin, even. It performed admirably and together we whipped out six pies.


My girlies bought a couple of turkey gingerbread kits and assembled them. Aren't they a scream? I just loved them.


And then there's great fun setting the tables for 26 guests. Good thing I had lots of help.




For me, the biggest challenge in putting together a meal of this size is making sure that all of the food is finished, hot, and tasty at the same time. Which, hopefully is also the time that we've decided on for dinner. A schedule strictly adhered to helps.


Twenty six servings of gravy is a lot of gravy.


The last hour before we serve the meal I become a steely eyed and hard nosed general; directing my troops with no mercy. Luckily for me, my soldiers are happily compliant and dinner was served smack dab on time.

Whew.

Yum. Here's a few of the pies.


Lulu was exhausted at the end of the day.


Such a big schnauzer yawn. We all yawned and contentedly napped after. What a great day.

Ah, but I'm looking forward to Christmas coming soon, so took advantage of the many willing hands later that weekend; Thanksgiving was packed away, and out came the Christmas tree.

Marcus found the tree box to be the BEST TOY EVER.


I'm still resting and recuperating after all those shenanigans.

Hope your Thanksgiving was a happy one.

Talk to you soon.

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

The Moisture Seekers Newsletter: CBD Oil and Sjogren's

image found on Wikipedia here

Members of the Sjogren's Syndrome Foundation (you can become a member and browse their excellent site here) receive a newsletter packed full of valuable information. Volume 37, Issue 09 October 2019 is no exception. Among other interesting topics, the Q & A ASK THE EXPERTS section contained this timely question:
The use of CBD oil has been in the news a lot and I've heard it mentioned to help treat Sjogren's. What is CBD oil, how can it be used to treat Sjogren's patients and has this treatment been approved to be safe? 
I thought this was a good question. These days CBD oil has been touted as a cure for any and all ailments. Our grocery store sells it in a prominently displayed kiosk.

Hi Honey. Heading to the grocery store. Need anything? Milk? Eggs? CBD?

Here's excerpts from the in depth answer written by Donald E. Thomas, Jr., MD, FACP, FACR, RhMSUS, CCD.:

With our current opioid crisis along with the increasing approval of the use of medical cannabis in the United States, this is a timely and appropriate question. Cannabis (also known as marijuana) is the most commonly used illegal drug worldwide (at least illegal in most areas). The compound called delta 9-tetrahydrocannabinol (THC) is responsible for its effects that make people feel "high". Another compound in cannabis is cannabidiol, known as CBD for short. CBD does not have the "high" exerting effects of THC but is thought to have medicinal effects partly due to its attachment to cannabinoid receptors. These receptors are located on the surfaces of cells throughout the body to include the brain, nerves, and cells of the immune system. Therefore, it is not surprising that CBD may potentially have beneficial health properties. ..............

...........I have had patients with chronic pain use CBD oil and purportedly report good results, especially for nerve pain (which is common in Sjogren's). However, I am unable to formally recommend it to my patients for several reasons. One big reason is that recently there have been reports of high levels of pesticides and heavy metals (such as arsenic and lead) in many CBD products along with inaccurate amounts of the stated amounts of CBD. This represents on of the biggest problems. Since the federal government makes CBD use illegal, there is no quality regulations imposed on their production and distribution. One of the most important things is that I cannot recommend any treatment unless it has been proven safe plus effective. We just do not have the research to prove either one.

Bottom line: I do believe that it may have potential health benefits. However, until we have more studies to prove effectiveness that outweighs side effects, studies to know its potential interactions with other medications, and that we have regulatory controls to ensure high quality products (devoid of harmful contaminants), I cannot recommend it.
                                                          Donald E. Thomas, Jr., MD, FACP, FACR, RhMSUS, CCD

I have included only a few paragraphs from this article, but be sure to head over to the Sjogren's Syndrome Foundation to read it in its entirety.

I guess I won't be adding CBD oil to my grocery shopping list any time soon.

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Plastic is my problem.

It  certainly makes sense: when one's saliva isn't normal, and one's mouth is dry, that one's sense of taste will be altered. Mine included.

So I've noticed this in a whole variety of foods, but usually the changes that I've noticed are a decrease in the intensity of flavors. Occasionally when I'm unusually tired, my sense of the taste of bitterness is exaggerated.

How weird is that?

My newest taste strangeness involves food in plastic bags. Especially baked goods. I went through a phase during which I bought multiple loaves of bread, all of which were packaged in the standard plastic bag. It was an expensive phase since every single one ended up in the trash. I'd sample a slice but all of them tasted bad to me. A hard to describe bad. Mostly, they tasted somewhere between moldy and rotted.

Not enjoyable. It got so bad that I would gag whenever I opened the bag.

I couldn't imagine that the bags were the problem. I'd been eating food from plastic bags for all of my life. Then one day, I purchased bread from a bakery which was packaged in a plain brown paper bag. I tentatively took a bite and was instantly in a state of BLISS.

Yes. My problem HAS been with poly bags. Bakery bread has been my BFF ever since. When I discovered grocery store bread packaged with an inner wrapping of cellophane, my suspicions were confirmed. It tasted great; exactly how I remembered bread tasting before my taste buds went wacko.

I found cellophane food grade bags online for those times when I feel the need and have the energy to bake my own bread. Yum. Here's my latest loaf, recipe from Bob's Red Mill:


Honey Whole Wheat Bread 

Ingredients

By Hand

1 cup Warm Water 110°F
2 1/4 tsp Active Dry Yeast (one 7g packet)
1 cup Milk room temperature
1/4 cup Honey
2 Tbsp Oil
2 3/4 cups Unbleached White All-Purpose Flour
2 3/4 cups Whole Wheat Flour or Organic Whole Wheat Flour
1 Tbsp Salt

Instructions

By Hand

1. Pour water into a large bowl or the bowl of a stand mixer and sprinkle yeast over top. Let sit until yeast dissolves, about 5 minutes. Stir in milk, honey and oil. Add flours and stir by hand or with a dough hook until a dough forms, about 1 minute on low.

2. Add the salt and knead dough until it is smooth and springy, about 10 minutes on medium speed.
Form dough into a ball and place in a large bowl lightly coated with oil. Turn dough to coat with oil. Cover and let rise until doubled in size, about 1 hour.

3. Transfer dough to floured surface. Divide dough in half and form into two balls. Preheat the oven to 425°F. Grease two 9 x 5-inch loaf pans. Gently press and shape each ball into a 9 x 9-inch square. Fold into thirds, like folding a letter. Pinch the seam closed and place loaf seam-side down in prepared pan. Cover and let rise for 40-60 minutes.

4. Make three angled slashes on top of each loaf with a knife and place in oven. Immediately reduce heat to 375°F and bake until loaves are golden-brown and sound hollow when tapped, about 30 minutes. Remove from pans and let cool completely on wire rack.
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So, y'all don't think that I actually followed this recipe to the letter, did you?

You did? Silly people. Here's the changes that I made to the recipe:

I kneaded a bunch of sunflower seeds (maybe 1/2 cup) into the dough and just couldn't bring myself to use one whole tablespoon of salt. So I used 1 and 1/2 tsp. And instead of making two smaller loaves, stuck the whole batch of dough into my biggest bread pan. As far as waiting until this gorgeous fragrant loaf was cool enough to take a knife to it?  Pfffft.

This is indescribably good; especially since I've been on a burst and taper dose of prednisone which causes "put my face into a chocolate cake" carb cravings. Luckily, a slice of this bread quashes my cravings just fine.

Anyone else have an aversion to poly bags? Or other changes to the sense of taste? Share in the comments section below.

You can read more about diminished taste in Sjogren's syndrome here.

Friday, October 18, 2019

Lessons Learned

It's been 16 years since my diagnosis.

Wow.

Seems like it happened yesterday, but at the same time, I feel as though it's been a major part of  my whole life as well. Y'all know what I mean. I feel as though I have no surprises left for me in this old autoimmune disease riddled body, and yet......I feel strangely as though I understand absolutely nothing about Sjogren's syndrome.

On days that I feel optimistic, when this paradox occurs to me, I simply throw up my hands and laugh. And think something along the lines of  Ah well, it is stuff like this that keeps life interesting.

Then on days like today when I'm struggling with chronic decade-long issues, I throw up my hands and think something far less cheery. You can insert your own feelings here since I know that y'all deal with the same things.

It is on days like today that I can appreciate the value of those sixteen years behind me in managing this illness. Today, my energy is low, my joints are painful, and I'm teetering on the edge of a POOR ME episode. Disgusting.

But based on my experiences over the last sixteen years, today I am able to step back from the abyss of self pity because I have been here before. Which is both unfortunate as well as a good thing. I've had more days like today than I care to count, but I have also had innumerable episodes during which I have realized that these experiences don't last forever. That I can come out on the other side of gloom, doom, and discomfort and survive. To not only survive, but to thrive in my own way.

One doesn't come by those types of realizations without years of experiencing these rather crummy situations. Makes me wish that current me could have made a time travel visit to newly diagnosed me brimming with tips tricks and encouragement.

BUT.....

Newly diagnosed me would probably have looked at current me with skepticism and disbelief. I would have loftily informed current me that I was not going to let this disease limit any aspect of my life and that surely in 16 long years science would cure autoimmune disease, for cryin' out loud.

Yeah. Bratty Inner Child Julia has been around since I was born, I suspect.

So I suppose it's actually been necessary for me to slog through all these years; to experience it all.

Bah.

But here I am. And it's going to be OK. I mean, if I didn't have a disease that occasionally anchors my butt to my recliner I sincerely doubt that THIS EPIC EVENT COULD HAVE HAPPENED:


Did you KNOW THAT OCTOBER IS GODZILLA MONTH  on the Turner Classic Movies channel? 


Which forced -- yes, forced -- me to drag Terese and Greg and John to our living room last Friday to celebrate. Because Godzilla is awesome. And because they knew I just didn't have the energy to go out carousing that night.

And also forced John and Greg to wear GODZILLA hats while sitting through not one but TWO Godzilla goodness-filled movies.


I mean, I can thank Sjogren's for that fun filled evening.

Lesson learned.

Friday, September 27, 2019

Snapshots

Thanks to everyone that asked how life has been treating me this month. I'm happy to report that although a few issues remain -- and actually always will -- I'm doing fine. Just ducky, in fact.

I'll update y'all by the easiest method I know: pictures.


Marcasaurus, my amazing grandchild, continues to develop skills at lightning speed. Here he demonstrates his toe-chewing expertise. Wouldn't it be great to be as limber as this??


He also has shown an acute interest in climbing. Anything. And everything. So in the interest of providing a safe climbing toy, we bought this way cool baby play structure. IT HAS A PERISCOPE.


I've been on a quest for fall type decor for our new house. Unable to find exactly what I've been imagining for a front door wreath, I Frankenstein-ed together several items found at various stores and plunked it on the door. I love it. I hope it holds up so that I can use it again next year.


While in a crafty mode, I decided to keep it going by creating a minimalist twig shelter for my Saint Francis. I think he'd approve since he preferred to live outdoors. No warm cozy house for the saint in real life; and this certainly is not. I talked John into dusting off his boy scout skills and lashing together the twigs for me.


Oh, hey. This was exciting. We've been piling and piling stuff on the burn pit all summer, but because of the burn ban that's been imposed in our county, we haven't been able to get rid of all those blackberry vines and weed trees and dead branches. But the ban has been lifted so John and I pulled up some lawn chairs, dragged a garden hose out there in case of emergency, and lit the thing. I was expecting this big POOF of flame, but ah well....all we got was a slow and steady burn. Which, I guess is the best way to do it. We don't need a forest fire.

I did have one really traumatic episode, though. Brace yourself. It's brutal. AND IT HAPPENED MORE THAN ONCE.


So. All of these white plastic tubes are in my top vanity drawer; and I use all of them every day, just in very different places. If you catch my drift.

Only one is toothpaste.

Yeah. So in the morning, when I'm all dopey and still half asleep and I blindly thrust my hand into that drawer, I have a one in four chance that I'll grab the toothpaste; and without examining further, blob the contents onto my toothbrush and stick the whole thing into my mouth.

I just want to say here that Kenalog steroid skin cream tastes awful. As does athlete's foot lotion, and Metrogel topical rosacea gel.

You can take my word for it since I now have first hand knowledge. I think I'm going to take a marker and scribble something on the back of all these tube clones.


I wish I could share a picture of my newest friends here. I haven't been able to snap one yet, but hopefully soon. We have a pair of ravens that live in one of our trees. I've named them Ramon and Ramona. They're fascinating! Ramon has a deep croak, and I can tell the difference between his and Ramona's voice -- hers is slightly higher and she doesn't seem to be able to make as many different sounds. Ramon can croak and caw, but he also makes these really bizarre noises too. One sounds just like water dripping into a bucket. Another is some kind of electronic noise. I've been reading about how intelligent ravens are. I hope they figure out how much I like them. I keep trying to imitate their croak. I'll bet they just crack up when they hear my pathetic sounds.

Wonder what a raven laughing sounds like.

I decided to decorate my mantle with ravens for this Halloween. In honor of Ramon and Ramona.

Anyway, that's how things are going here. How are you?

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