Today's Onerous Task is going to be surviving. I was going to do the medical bills, but that's not going to happen.
Remember when I said that Lulu started eating again? NSM. She was up all last night with severe diarrhea, and I was up all last night cleaning it up, because it was pouring rain, so I couldn't let her wander blindly outside. So that was my second (mostly) sleepless night in a row, since the night before I had a healthy dose of anxiety attacks.
I called the vet this morning, and she said that she wanted me to bring her in right away, because she was concerned about her getting dehydrated, with her kidney problems. I tried to explain that I don't drive, and once I'm at work, I'm at work for the duration. And also that this is my first full week back since mid-November, and I'm swamped with meetings, and I had a meeting with my boss in ten minutes. She said that she might be able to get one of the vet techs to come to my house and get Lulu, but I would have to be there. I just couldn't wrap my head around it. Never mind that I only have $30.00 in my checking account until payday Friday. I just started sobbing on the phone with her. (This is a new trend!) She said that she has the day off tomorrow, and she'd really like to be the vet to see her. I said, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO."
And then I had to meet with my boss, and plan a week's worth of meetings, and the rest of the semester. I'm booked solid. Except that I can't even function.
This just isn't going to work. I have no time for a nervous breakdown.
Also, I'm irrationally pissed off that I spent $70.00 on flowers for E.'s wife last week, and only our operations manager chipped in. He tried to give me twenty bucks, like he knew that no one else would, but I wouldn't let him. Fuck you, office!
Coffee break!
Aw, amyth. I wish I could help.
Thanks. It would probably be better if I had slept. I'm just having trouble making decisions at the moment, and I'm having to make multiple decisions at once. Not good.
I just need to take it one thing at a time, and it will be all right.
Oh, amyth, I'm so sorry. Insent.
Crappity, amyth. I wish I lived nearer to you. I could be of some practical use. Damn it, I hate having nothing more than words to offer.
Damn it, I hate having nothing more than words to offer.
This. It's hard, but you can make it, amyth. You're right about one thing at a time.
All condolences, shrift and family.
Also, I'm irrationally pissed off that I spent $70.00 on flowers for E.'s wife last week, and only our operations manager chipped in. He tried to give me twenty bucks, like he knew that no one else would, but I wouldn't let him. Fuck you, office!
Dude, what the fuck? NO ONE else chipped in? Not B, not G for the love of God? Also, you know I'm chipping in, but I'm also broke until Friday.
This just isn't going to work. I have no time for a nervous breakdown.
Lordy, don't I know the feeling.
I wish I could take time off and drive you to the vet and back, but I just can't. I might could drop you in the morning if someone could pick you up.
Would it be helpful for me to come over tonight and help you focus/get things done? We could help each other, and watch Inception special features as rewards for getting things done.
smonster, you don't owe me a cent, honey. I'm pretty certain I owe you for Wendy's last week.
Haha, the Inception special features are trapped on the Blu-Ray, which are trapped in A's apartment, where the apartment complex communal Blu-Ray player lives. But we could be ninjas and break into her place! Or knock.
Thanks, y'all. I love you people. Seriously. I think I'm just having a combo sleep-deprived/you want me to work? Work really hard? Can't you see I've got serious shit going on? moment. Once I make about twenty unpleasant phone calls, write up an agenda for a meeting I don't want to have, draft some contract language while completely sleep deprived, and make an appointment for Lulu tomorrow with a different vet that's in between my many meetings tomorrow and figure out how I'm going to get her there, I'll have it halfway under control.
Until tomorrow's freakout. Watch this space!
