As if I am not already a fragile little egg, balancing on a wall, moments away from a great fall in which all the king's horsee and all the king's ... okay, you get it.
Yesterday I took bear bait for a walk and bumped into the town paranoid conspiracy theorist kook. She ranted and ranted for almost an hour. She spewed some serious hate, cloaked in religion. I told her not to go there, but she kept trying to go back there. By the end I was shaken.
Vow: I will never walk alone with that lady again. She is quiet in a group.
I didn't realize how much she had gotten her crazy under my skin when I came home and snapped at Matt. Poor Matt.
Then I hopped into the car for the long freaking ride back to stepford so I could bring Evan in for his annual check up with good doc. Sadly, I have not found anyone to replace him here. It's a long way to go for a check up.
On our way home from stepford, we were driving along on a three lane highway. I was in the left lane when a red car in the far right lane drifted first to the middle, sliding in uncomfortably close to the cars both in front and behind her, and then began to slide right towards the side of my car right where sweet baby Evan was sitting! In my imagination I saw Evan's legs getting crushed. In an instant I gripped the steering wheel, expecting imapct, stiffened my body and laid on the horn. The drifting driver stopped her drift and returned to the middle lane.
It was too late for my fragile psyche. I had to cry. I waited until we were safely home and I had gone to fetch Josh from school. It was too much for me.
This morning I acccientally gave the arthritic bear bait twice the amount of NSAID that I am supposed to give her. I realized just as bear bait swallowed. I called the vet (it was too early) I called the emergency vet, they gave me the phone number for the NSAID manufacturer, who it turns out will only talk to veterinarians, and not pet owners, but who did give me the special number for animal poison control.
By the way, if you ever have to call animal poison control they are much less suspicious of you than they are at human poison control,when say for example, you find your toddler sucking on the all natural orange essence air freshener you kept on the bathroom toilet even though it ony served to make the bathroom smell like orangey poops.
Bear bait has to take antacids for the next week to make sure her stomach doesn't start bleeding from this morning's accidental OD. I feel so guilty!
I had an unsatisfying visit with my photo teacher. She curated a dinky little show and I went to see it because she said she'd be there this morning. I was hoping to get some brown nose chat time in with her except someone else the teacher knew got to the show first so I was the third wheel.
I had my gall bladder sonogrammed today and I have doubled the amount of gall stones in there. Last time I had two. I'm now the (not in the least) proud owner of 4 gall stones, which according to the sonogram reading doctor are "quite substantial" in size. I said "You mean I have I manly large gall stones?" and he agreed my gall stones appeared to be manly. I'm so tough. On the inside.