Sunday, January 18, 2009
Monday: started back to work. Didn't get as much done as I wanted. It was very cold!!
I got home and my female Husky, Jacinda, was unable to stand up. I sat in the kitchen with her and she laid her head in my lap and cried (I soon followed and cried most of the night). I called the vet and I could get her in the next day or in two weeks..so obviously I picked Tuesday. I was terrified I'd have to put her down.
Tuesday: with wind chills it was -20, I went to work in the morning. During my lunch hour, I went to my first class (starting college again). I was the oldest person in the class and the instructor said to find a group to do a project with by Thursday. I asked a few people and was politely denied. I went back to work for an hour and met my husband and Jacinda at the vet. The vet was running late and we didn't get in to see her until 4:10 (I had to leave by 4:30 to make it to my second class). Good news, she could get pain meds because her liver levels were under 3xs normal. I was so happy and ended up 10 minutes late for my night class...again the oldest person and felt totally out of the loop and in way over my head.
Wednesday: wind chills were in the -20 to -30 and I had to go tanning to aid in my Seasonal Affective Disorder. I did achieve some work so it was ok.
Thursday: Wind chills reached -45 (unbelievable!!) and I had my day class again. I was a half hour early this time and still didn't find a group. I emailed a student and practically begged to be in hers (humility is a virtue, right?).
Friday: it started cold but ended up in the teens (heat wave) and I was really kicking in my data entry that has to be done before Monday (when school starts where I work). Then about 10:30, i get a call from my daughter that she cut her head opened...and what should she do. This is the child of mine who when she sprained her ankle at a BB game, tried to get up and continue to play..she was out of commission for 6 weeks. Needless to say, she's not one to complain so I knew it was serious if she was calling me for help. i work a half hour away from her, but i couldn't get a hold of my husband so i left work, drove to her and cleaned, iced, and dressed her wound. She didn't want to go to the doctor and it probably would have only had one staple or stitch so I left her in the good hands of her friends (about 45 minutes for all of this) and drove the half hour back to work. I worked for two hours with tons of interruptions and then drove the half hour back to home to have company waiting for me! UGH!
At least I wasn't bored.