Flavor of the weak.
The last couple of days have been crazy. I don't even care anymore; I'm just trying to roll with it.
Louie has an ear hematoma. Half the people I ask say to just leave it alone and the blood will eventually be absorbed back into the body and half the people say to take him to the vet and get surgery. I'm not exactly thrilled at the prospect of surgery for the little guy; he can barely stand going to the vet to begin with. Nothing I can do about it until tomorrow anyway.
I also need to get myself into a doctor, but every time I call my PCP I get voicemail and they never call me back. So I need to look for another doctor around here that my insurance accepts. It's just so hard to pick someone. In Albany, I ended up with this batshit guy who didn't believe in mental illness. Err, right.
The Parents came up yesterday and that was nice, even if the weather was fucking horrible. Dad's going to come pick me and the dogs up next weekend so they can get acclimated to Vinni since I'm taking him while the parents are on vacation.
Also, I have still not filed my taxes. Kind of mind boggling considering I'm getting a big refund, right?
I've had 16 and Pregnant on in the background and now I want to write some cracky J2 high school mpreg. Instead, I think I will play The Sims 2: University Life where both guys are total sluts and cheat on each other constantly despite being engaged.
Louie has an ear hematoma. Half the people I ask say to just leave it alone and the blood will eventually be absorbed back into the body and half the people say to take him to the vet and get surgery. I'm not exactly thrilled at the prospect of surgery for the little guy; he can barely stand going to the vet to begin with. Nothing I can do about it until tomorrow anyway.
I also need to get myself into a doctor, but every time I call my PCP I get voicemail and they never call me back. So I need to look for another doctor around here that my insurance accepts. It's just so hard to pick someone. In Albany, I ended up with this batshit guy who didn't believe in mental illness. Err, right.
The Parents came up yesterday and that was nice, even if the weather was fucking horrible. Dad's going to come pick me and the dogs up next weekend so they can get acclimated to Vinni since I'm taking him while the parents are on vacation.
Also, I have still not filed my taxes. Kind of mind boggling considering I'm getting a big refund, right?
I've had 16 and Pregnant on in the background and now I want to write some cracky J2 high school mpreg. Instead, I think I will play The Sims 2: University Life where both guys are total sluts and cheat on each other constantly despite being engaged.