Prepare yourself
I’m typing out a novel on the phone. Well. You know how there is always “something” with me? ALWAYS?? I can never be super fine, un- injured, not have some weird non contagious condition??
Something seems to be biting me. I’m so itchy. I have red welts on me. And Sweet pea seems itchy too. I bought a flea trap and haven’t caught anything so it’s not fleas. I did get bit by bed bugs once and it is not them either. (They’re worse than this) I thought maybe mites? So I got the clever idea to take my sweet puppy to the vet thinking it would be easier to find out what’s biting her and just assume it’s the same thing biting me but … the vet thinks sweet pea has allergies. Also, that mites bite either humans or dogs but not both. I asked her if she was good at knowing what different bites look like on humans and she said MAYBE and even though she wasn’t convincing I showed her some of my bitten areas and she thought my bites look like round worm. (Puking emoji and also NO). So, I sent photos of my bites to my shit doctor who told me to take Ze allergy medicine that makes me sleepy, so, again NO, and use a steroid cream. Even though I told him that the vet thought it might be round worm. (Also, I did an internet search for that and again, NO, marks on me are not round so….) Now, my shit doctor didn’t actually prescribe a steroid cream, but I happen have one from October when the quack urgent care doctor prescribed one for my infected bee stings that I had to get IV antibiotics for at the ER and my Fucking insurance company/the hospital thinks I’m paying $2.6k.
Anyways, after the vet I raced home, got the husband fed breakfast, pulled some clean clothes onto him, and took him to wound care. They were running late. It was annoying. But everything seems fine down there regarding his wound. The hole in his foot is down to 3mm. Aaaarrrgghhhh!! That bitch needs to FUCKING HEAL ALREADY!!
So, the snow wasn’t that bad on the way back and I stopped at TJoes for some supplies, came back, fed him some lunch food, then I sat with him for a bit until he decided he was too tired to stay awake and now I am kind of doing this weird thing that I drive myself insane with which is where I am afraid to move and make noise because I don’t want to wake him up- so I’m sitting here in front of the TV being quiet except I don’t want to be sitting here in front of the television so I am about to bundle up and shovel the driveway because this isn’t enough snow for me to get the snowblower out. That would be embarrassing. I wish I had a toy snowblower for wimpy snowfalls like we had today.
And this is me just realizing that no one actually asked!
Hahahahahahaha
Also, I’m wearing pink socks today and I just saw my ankle out of the corner of my eye and completely freaked out for a second thinking my ankle was a weird pig pink like color. Hahaha. I thought I had to call 911!
Hahahahahahaha again
Fuck. He fucking woke up at 8 o’clock! So, I bet wrong this time, making myself the dinner food that he despises (cauliflower gnocchi with red pepper pesto) and then he only wanted pie (which I can’t say I blame him… the pie was delicious) so I made him eat some eggs first and then I gave him a piece of coffee cake because he had already had a piece of pie yesterday and two would have been too much. But then I ask myself… what are we doing here? Are we letting him have what he wants because we can’t hold back the flood waters of his disease anymore or are we insisting he feign taking care of himself? 6 days until we meet with the hospice doctor. I need an instruction manual.
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