Not looking forward to tomorrow
Thursday, June 07, 2012
As you all know, since I've whined enough, I'm currently on the night shift: 6pm-6:20am. With a 45 minute commute - gag.
I normally get home around 7:10, bed at 8.
Well, tomorrow I have to run to the store first (b/c I forgot I needed salsa and I *really* want salsa chicken for dinner tomorrow). So, I won't get home until around 7:30 or later. (Because town is the opposite way of my work. Seriously, I love living in the country, but being so far from a store kind of makes me batty sometimes).
When I get home, I'm going to throw everything in the crock as quickly as possible, then I have to head back out the door because my sweet-kitty-cat has surgery in the morning.
Lets just say, this mama cat is a wreck.
Back story on my cat, Zoie. She was a graduation from highschool gift to my cousin in 1998. (First of all, whos stupid enough to give a cat as a graduation gift to the valadictorian - who is obviously going to college is beyond me). That being said, my cousin kept her until she left in the fall. Then, my aunt took her in. Kept her for a year or two and then she got a chocolate lab - who happened to LOVE torturing cats. (Not hurting, just...torturing).
So, my mom took Zoie. My mom had Zo for probably....eight years or so. Then, when I got a house she said "aren't you taking your cat?!" (Although I never looked at her as my cat, of course I did!) I'm way more of a pet parent than my mom is. I love them. She tolerates them.
On that note, I've had Zoie now for four years and I super duper adore that bundle of fuzz. There is a pic of her on my main page.
ANYWAY, I took her in to look at a bump, and the vet said it was indeed a tumor, but she didn't think it malignant. She's going to do surgery to remove it and run a biopsy to confirm its just benign, but I'm so nervous. I'm very nervous about her going under the knife, and how she'll come out of it, as well as the outcome of the tumor.
But, continuing the day, once I drop her off at the vets (8:30) I am going to rush home, and hope to fall asleep immediately (which I won't).
Likely 9:30 before the zzzzz's come.
And I have to be up by 3:30 for work. YUCK. Not enough sleep for me.
I can't wait until my three day weekend coming up.
I hope Zoie's home and recovered by then. (Results will be in a week from Friday).