Sigh
I have been in a funky mood all morning. I think it's just because I'm nervous about Charlie's surgery, which is happeneing right now, and just the tediousness of trying to keep my birds safe.
Last night my dad had the door wide open, and it was 60 degrees out. I shut it and explained that my birds were going to get more sick if they had cold drafts of air hitting them. He argued with me, saying that he wouldn't leave the door open all night. How rediculous is that?I told him it didn't matter because the cold air was hitting them RIGHT NOW! So then he wondered why I was getting upset. Then this morning he asks me if I mind if he opens the door for a while, and I said in a snotty way, "If you absolutely have to, but 60 degree morning air is no different from 60 degree night air." He just scoffed and said nevermind. My dad isn't usually this dense or stupid. I think he's just going out of his way to show me that he really doesn't give a shit if my birds get sick. And now because I want to make sure that no cold air hits them, they are each in separate dark rooms while I'm at school. I feel so fucking helpless. And I don't even have my family helping me out with this one.
And now I just know that I'm going to stress out over Charlie licking or picking at her stitches. The doctor is having to cut deeper this time, so if the wound gets infected it will be all bad.
I met with my mom for lunch today, and then we went to Walmart. It took me about 10 minutes to find a pair of jeans, so now I'm trying to kill time until 3:30, when I can pick up Charlie. I hope she makes it through ok.
Last night my dad had the door wide open, and it was 60 degrees out. I shut it and explained that my birds were going to get more sick if they had cold drafts of air hitting them. He argued with me, saying that he wouldn't leave the door open all night. How rediculous is that?I told him it didn't matter because the cold air was hitting them RIGHT NOW! So then he wondered why I was getting upset. Then this morning he asks me if I mind if he opens the door for a while, and I said in a snotty way, "If you absolutely have to, but 60 degree morning air is no different from 60 degree night air." He just scoffed and said nevermind. My dad isn't usually this dense or stupid. I think he's just going out of his way to show me that he really doesn't give a shit if my birds get sick. And now because I want to make sure that no cold air hits them, they are each in separate dark rooms while I'm at school. I feel so fucking helpless. And I don't even have my family helping me out with this one.
And now I just know that I'm going to stress out over Charlie licking or picking at her stitches. The doctor is having to cut deeper this time, so if the wound gets infected it will be all bad.
I met with my mom for lunch today, and then we went to Walmart. It took me about 10 minutes to find a pair of jeans, so now I'm trying to kill time until 3:30, when I can pick up Charlie. I hope she makes it through ok.