I'm thinking this dog has something wired in her brain to just take off. She slides out of her collar on walks and bolts. Any other time, she's dragging her poor, old self along. You can see the grey in her muzzle and the years in her step. But if she manages to fanagle her way out of her collar? She's gone in a flash.
I worry about her. I look for her for hours. Our name and number is on her collar but where is it? At the end of her leash sitting her in the apartment.
She was a street dog when we adopted her. I guess she prefers us over that.
Last Monday something bit me at work. Figured it was a mosquito or something insignificant like that. Scratched the bite. It swelled. Tried to squeeze the little pimple like bit. And from there? Well, I'm seeing the doctor every day for a shot in my hip and taking medicines galore!
I didn't report it because I thought it nothing on Monday. By the next day, it had swelled beyond normalcy but still no report. By Friday, I was in 'you're going to lose your arm if you don't do something now' territory and figured it was time to do something. Why didn't I say something earlier? Well, listening to people of your company talk numbers about how much a store accident costs and seeing their faces...I didn't want to be the reason we're not in profit.
THEN, at my second follow-up visit today, the doctor said I had no choice but to go to the emergency room because my brain could explode with how high my blood pressure was.
Stupid, stupid me. The lack of general concern for myself. In my defense, no one likes to tell the boss you're hurt and sick. The response is usually unfavorable during a heavy work day on top of that. Also, I have no money. I never do for stupid doctor's visits and prescriptions. AND WHO THE HELL wants to be on a million different meds.
Speaking of that hellish ordeal, I have three oral prescriptions for the bite running through my vein plus a syrine administered drug plus a new tetanus shot. MY BODY ACHES simply from the drugs. Bonus is the addition of three other drugs today pumped into my system for the blood pressure and THREE MORE PRESCRIPTIONS TO START TAKING TOMORROW! I'm a walking, fucking chemistry lab.
I have another follow-up tomorrow. Probably another shot.
I hate that little bitch of a bug that bit me. I BETTER GET FUCKING SPIDEY SENSES OUT OF THIS!
I found out this morning that Rosemary's car was found in the downtown Jacksonville area. Apparently, the car had been parked there for a great deal of time. Tears have been shed several times today for her.
I don't know the outcome but I pray for the one where she come home to live a very long and beautiful life.
My appointment with Z involved conversation about my newest tattoo, which will be inked in skin on Friday, and sex. I discussed my sexual boiling over and my wanting to venture into a sexual relationship with a guy I've been chatting with for a little while.
Z raised points already weighing heavy on my soul. At the end of the session, after I had paid my bill and set up another appointment with him, he said to me "I hope you think about this." With a pause in it that sighed heavy with worry.
I was pissed all the way home. Still am. But I sent an email to the guy and told him that it's best that we don't do anything. Call me a cock sucker and think horribly of me but I can't do it.
Very quietly, Z had basically asked me not to do it.