I couldn't be happier about how much better Escher is doing! I mean, look how close we are! It means so much that he feels safe enough to have this closeness and that he's learning to receive being pet more and more. He'll still get scared and swat but it feels like we're making progress every single day.
Ah, waiting rooms. Nothing like being told "the wait is 2 hours" to make you feel all happy inside. After I gr-rr'd a bit, I tried not to be defeated by being annoyed but rather took to reading. I actually had a book I was totally keen to finish, but... it expired! So, I settled in to re-reading Romeo and Juliet. I read a good chuck of it during the (only) 1 hour wait, and finished it off at night. I'm surprized at how many passages were so familiar, lots of the stuff between Romeo and Juliet, but other lines like "A plague o'both your houses" and "These violent delights have violent ends". Amazing what sticks. Or more likely, what's re-iterated in other works.
The meds are helping and thank goodness I can eat again. I can also stand and walk a little and made it to my first pottery class. Oh how I loved the feel of the clay on my hands. And playing with it. Embossing it. Sponging it down, cutting it. Shaping it. And they actually taught in the class and I sat at the front and could see what was happening and I didn't feel a lot of physical pain. It was the best thing to happen to me in a long, long time.