Not flowing very well with the tides this week. I am now giving two cats medicine - twice a day for each. In the case of my oldest baby it could be for the rest of his life. So, how do I go on vacations? I have to pill him twice a day for the next three weeks - so no leaving on weekends until that's down to once a day. And I am spending my entire day heating up cat food and baby food to tempt him into eating and wandering through the house saying in a sugary voice "Does the pretty boy want to eat? Come on, it's all nice and warm and stinky" I guess the thyroid swells up painfully when out of control and that's why he isn't eating. And that, combined with winter's worst, is just making me feel like I've reached the armpit of existence. Hope I pop out of this mood quickly - it's an ugly one!
But life certainly could be worse. Shameless told me a friend of a friend was just given three to six weeks to live because a cancer that he wasn't aware of until this past Friday was throughout his body. Can you imagine? Three to six weeks isn't enough time to make up for the things you never made time for in the previous years of your life. It's hardly enough time to say goodbye.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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