Stay safe, Fay.
It seems many of us are living in way too interesting times. I just got back from taking Mr Peabody to the emergency vet because he had a seizure.
As I was getting him into the car, I also had a dust up with the really creepy guy who does my neighbor's yard work, because he taunts Mr Peabody and I was thinking it was possible Mr Peabody had the seizure because he got so worked up in the heat. Maybe Creepy Guy doesn't understand what working along the fence very slowly while making eye contact with the dog is the road to dog hysteria. He's now the only person who is around regularly that Mr Peabody goes into a barking frenzy about. I've caught him cursing at the dog and trying to slap him. I hate confrontation. I know this sounds paranoid, except my neighbor on the other side, who's known Creepy Guy since high school, agrees with me. I don't like being on his bad side, because I think he is quite capable of doing bad things.
Anyway, the vet didn't see anything wrong, so she suggested I just keep an eye on Mr Peabody. Between that and the fire trucks and still having no AC, I'm a wreck.
{{Pix}} Better relief~ma with the drugs this morning. FWIW, I've often found that if a place I interveiwed with goes to calling in more interviewees, then they're not being upfront about what they want. And I don't like working for people who can't communicate their needs properly. That way lies badness.
Awww, Ginger. Poor Mr. Peabody! You need some relief.
{{{ Pix }}} I hope you can relax and let the stress wash off you. Maybe a nice bath with Epsom salts? Heat pad on your neck? Either way, I hope the tension finds its way out of you. I don't like you in pain.
You're a support system in a corset, eyeglasses and high heels, with a dirty mind, a heart of gold and a dictionary on hand.
Shir, I love your description. Since I don't wear glasses or corsets, I guess I'm the dirty mind with heart of gold.
Seems the moving company found my computer battery back up out in Riverside. So I need to call the other guy and see if I can head out there today and pick it up.
Am at the doctor's office after being at chiro. She x-rayed my neck and said one of the vertebrae is bad--looks like whiplash or a damaged disc
Perhaps now that the disc has been identified, a return visit to the Chiro might be helpful. At the very least they might have some stretching exercises to relieve the pressure.
Aw, Ginger, that sucks. Poor Mr. Peabody. And a pox on Creepy Guy.
I'm glad the vet didn't find anything wrong with Mr. Peabody. And I hope the creepy gardening guy stops being an asshat.
Ginger, that kinda scares me for you and Mr. Peabody. Follow your intincts with this guy. Maybe jot down notes on weird shit you see the guy doing. IIRC Mr. Peabody has made it plain that he wants to be an only dog. If not, in your shoes I'd be thinking hard about volunteering to foster a couple of big dogs to act as enforcers to Mr. Peabody's alarm-dog duties.
{{Fay}} Stay safe and keep checking in regularly.
{{Pix}} I'm glad your friends are there to care for you and I am so sorry about everything.
We need to define the "XKCD Effect."
Why? "Malamanteau" just brought up about 226,000 results when I searched on Google.
