Friday, April 24, 2015

Friday Again.

I've made it through another week - hooray! It's ending as it began; I'm utterly exhausted.

Murphy woke me at 3:30 this morning, desperate to go out. Sophie sat up too, and poked my arm with her paw until I woke up and paid attention. I was soo very, very tired, I could barely move, but I got up and got both dogs leashed and out to a patch of grass, where Murphy immediately had diarrhea. When we got back inside he drank a great deal of water, which he then threw up. I don't know if it was because he drank too much water at one time, or if this is yet another unpleasant development.

He's on his prednisone, but it's not working its magic. His appetite isn't that great, and when he does want to eat, he demands people food. He'd live on microwaved frozen pancakes if I let him, and I would let him, if I wasn't concerned that this would further irritate his gut. But so far, he's bright eyed (through the cataracts) and alert.

I went back to sleep after the 3:30 poopy call, sort of, until the alarm went off at 5. Now I'm blogging from bed with coffee, while Sophie snores beside me. It was a work week of lurching from crisis to crisis, most of which were brought to my attention after 4 p.m., heavy rain, poor sleep, and general shit. A 3:30 a.m. wake up call from a dog with the runs fits right in to the theme of my life lately.

But it's FRIDAY, and I think I'm going to leave work a little early today if I can. I need to stop at the vet's for prescription food and a refill of Murphy's prednisone, and I won't get to it tomorrow. Tomorrow Miss D is spending time with Grandma while her parents take a rare kid-free break to go to a music festival. It's going to be in the 90s. I think we'll go to the pool, eat pizza for lunch, and indulge in a Disney movie marathon. I haven't seen 101 Dalmations in decades.

I'm surviving at the day job. I've decided to treat it as entertainment and laugh at the crazy.

And holy crap, April is almost over. I need a personal challenge for May - maybe post pictures every day? No? 3 times a week? That might be possible.

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