i thought i was gonna get to spend most of this 65 degree december day at home. it's my day off. had to go over to a friends house to help her catalog some books she's selling (if only i could buy them!) that's 4 hours. then i was off to the vet to get orson the cat's glucose checked. got there at 3 and at 3:30 the vet came in and asked if they could keep him until close - 6:00 - so they could check his glucose every hour.
in my past life i would have gone to hang out in a bookstore or taken my book (in my purse) and gone to a coffee shop for 2 1/2 hours. now, of course, the former is unthinkable and the latter is downright impossible. my anxiety allows for none of that! i came home, through heavy traffic, and watched M*A*S*H, read my book and missed orson. fought my way back to the vet then home again through worse traffic.
orson has a UTI which might be interfering with his insulin (it's not been very effective lately) so he has antibiotics to add to the insulin regimen.
when i was sitting at the vet at 6:10 i was pretty upset about losing my day. but then i heard a woman crying in another room and realized her day was far and away worse than mine in that she lost her kitty or puppy today. i don't know which but my heart breaks for her. i've had to euthanize babies before and it's such a terrible loss. i came home to my 3 animals and felt thankful.
tomorrow will come too soon as i now have 3 loads of clothes to wash and it's already 8:30.
grace and peace
