Sigh - Part 2

Last night I had a dream about my grandparents. My Grandpa and Gram were together. Grandpa was happy and joking and he had come to pick up Gram. I was wondering if it was some sort of premonition that she's going to die soon. Her baby brother died a few days ago and she was always really protective of him. Without him around, well... sigh.

I'm waiting for my mom to call and bitch at me. I was supposed to let the dog out yesterday while they were at the funeral in Indiana. Tuesday night, my mom called and said that my nephew was going to let her out in the am, but she didn't say what time and I just assumed that it would be on the later side since he's 17. I don't know of many 17 year olds who are out and about at 6 am. So my plan was to leave work early and run down and let her out. Then my parents were supposed to call me when they were on their way home so I'd know whether or not to go back and feed her. So work ended up sucking and I couldn't leave early, but I figured that she'd be ok until I got there around 5:30. My dad called at 4 and said that they were on their way home and asked how she was when I saw her. I told him that I didn't go over there yet and he was ok with it and said they'd be home in an hour to feed her. Except I know that my mom's going to be pissed. It just sucks. I just don't want to hear it. Plus, I feel bad because I hate not doing what I say I'm going to do. It just sucks.

To top everything off, Jen had her hematologist/oncologist appointment today. She called me after in tears. Her bloodwork was funky and her doc's worried. She said that there's a 50/50 chance that the cancer's back. She has to go for a bone marrow biopsy next Friday, which means the results won't be back until the following Tuesday. That's 12 days away. I can't believe it. I just can't believe that it could be back. Fuck fuck fuck. I'm scared. But Boo said that I need to focus on the 50/50 part that it's not back. I'm just scared. She just can't do this again. Especially now with her mom doing the broken hip thing. This can't be happening.

Sigh

I actually slept last night. Then I got up and fed the kids and laid back down on the couch. I fell asleep and then had a horrible dream. I hardly ever remember my dreams, but of course, I remembered this one. Not getting into details because it was horrible, I was in a car with someone I like (though I can't remember who it was) and who loves animals and they did something horrible to a GSD. My alarm went off right then and I was actually in shock at the whole thing. It was horrible. I've been thinking about it all day and it just makes me miss Shad Shad so much.

Drama Drama Drama

Drama drama drama. None of it directly relates to me, but it's still there. Bah

Jen's freaking out because she's now unemployed and her nice new boyfriend is a douchebag and her mom's going to have to move in with her after she gets sprung from rehab (for her broken hip heh). Girl's got too much going on. She called me today - hysterical. I listened, but I just don't know what to say. Ugh. I hate that.

I woke up at 3:45 today. AM. It wasn't that bad. I was expecting a way worse day, but so far I've kept the anxiety in check. I really hope I can sleep tonight.

My mom called yesterday, wanting to know if I was on vacation this week. Um, no. My Gram's brother died and they want to go to the funeral (which is on Wed). She needs someone to walk her dog. Boo said he'd go there in the afternoon and then I can go after work. What a pain. If it wasn't month end at work, I'd just take a half day and deal with it. But I have so much to do this week. It's not even funny. Maybe I can kick ass tomorrow and then I won't have to worry so much.

Let's see.

Three weeks ago, T went for his 6 month geezer dawg check up. Dr C said he was going great. We just have to brush his teeth. Yeah, because he loooooves that. I also found out that a heartworm test is pretty much just like a pg test. They just drop a couple of drops of blood on this mark and then wait. A control line shows up and then if the test is positive, another line will show up. It was cool. T's negative, by the way. Which I'm glad about because I was worried. Ever since he had to switch to drops instead of pills, it's been in the back of my mind. (When I requested a heartworm test, the tech was kind of blowing me off and "encouraging" me to put him on a heartworm pill. I told her that he's been on Heartgard (which made him puke) and Sentinel (which makes him "off" for a couple of days after he takes it and that Dr C said to try the Revolution drops. She did shut up after that. Yes, I know that it doesn't deal with any other kind of parasites, but I'll have to deal with that if it happens. Which wouldn't surprise me because he's all about chowing on rabbit poop in the yard.) So anyway, I got home and got thinking about the heartworm test and got a little annoyed because the test takes all of two minutes and they never call me with the results until at least the next day after he's been in. Duhr. But he's healthy. I asked if he maybe had some deficiency because of all the weird shit he eats (like a bar of soap). Dr C giggled and said that some dogs just eat weird shit and she's not worried about it because he has a good diet.

Jen's party was good. I need to "steal" some other people's pics and post them. She looked great. It's so good to see her up and about.

Thanksgiving was weird. We went to my aunt's, which was super weird because we've always gone to my mom's. There was no good dressing and no corn (Boo pointed that out :gig:). After we got home, I wanted leftovers. Which sucked because we had nothing. I almost talked Boo into going to White Castle for me, but then I thought better of it.

This is a totally boring post. Just boring.