Like I said in yesterday’s post. I’ve been having trouble writing. So the random thing seems to be the most successful exercise so far…. and so…. it continues….(Did the opening credits for Days of Our Lives just go through anyone else’s head?)
So nothing like yesterday’s screaming man of North Street happened on the way in this morning. Before I left the house Doug had a pretty good seizure. He is having them a few times a month or so. They were more often, but I think we have them back under control. Doug turned 16 last November. He is one old puppy. My biggest fear is of course in losing him. It’s not so much that he will die (as we all do) but that he may need assistance with that. I do hope he is like his predecessor Zebulon the Great who died at 15 after falling asleep, never to wake again.
I’ve said it before, but Doug represents the end of an era around here. He was the last to arrive before my partner died. He’s escorted Tseering, Zeb, Zoe and Irish from the world. He hasn’t even been with me that long. Apparently a lot happens in six years. Lest you think I left him to fend for himself today, he will be going to the hair salon with one of my housemates.
I returned to the doctor yesterday as my cough has returned. Still have pneumonia. Apparently the difference between walking pneumonia and regular pneumonia is not that one is preceded by the boogie-woogie-blues, but rather that if you remain upright and functional through it, it is the former.
Tuesday is my hardest work day. It is the day I dread at my job. It’s not because of the clients per se, it is instead because Tuesday is kind of like what sophomores are to the high school experience. Sophomore year my then physics teacher said, ” everyone hates a sophomore, kind of a bummer for you guys…” He went on to say that because we weren’t newbie freshman or cool seniors, hell we weren’t even juniors working our way up to cool seniors, that we were just a stain on the high school experience. Nice guy, lucky me he left the school the same year I graduated and I had him for college physics too. Anyway, Tuesday is a sophmore to me. It’s not Monday which marks a push for the week and it’s certainly not Wednesday. Wednesday for me marks a two-day hiatus from this clinic once it’s done. I don’t generally live for the weekend but Tuesday is something different. It also illustrates how I know I am not in a great place in my head. Because while I can still talk myself into being open-minded about the day, I am still looking forward to getting out of here tomorrow. I typically don’t feel that way, and further more, I find myself feeling rather petty and jealous of other people’s time away. I really need to avoid humoring my lesser self.
My sister is heading to Mexico this week. Hopefully she will let go of the idea that my mother belongs in assisted living. Mexico can do that.
Last week I traded offices for a day with one of my co-workers who needed a larger space for a meeting she was conducting. Her office was my former office and it was a closet. No really, it was a closet. Didn’t even have a window. She left me a message on my machine saying that several of the clients in her group meeting remembered me from when I was working a different job in the community, and to put it succinctly, they were really grateful to be in what they felt was a space with a good vibe. It was really sweet… gushy even… not bad for a Tuesday.