A Day in Short/ A Short Day
Originally published at Champagne and Socks. You can comment here or there.
I’m still living in Struggletown and hating it. I’ve still got the waking up creep going on - getting up later and later. It’s really bad. This week I’ve had trouble sleeping through the night - last night was woken up several times (one by C and the other by a dog about to throw up in the middle of the bed). It’s that kind of a week. And I dreamed I accidentally ate chicken. No idea what that could be about other than prompting me to wonder just when I last ate protein (other than the milk and the protein powder in my cereal in the morning).
It ended up being a short day on top of that - after wandering in whilst there was a semi important meeting going on in the middle of the building. I had the dentist. Again. Though this was the last filling. Hurrah. Until the check up in September. I dunno. The filling didn’t seem *so* bad or at least not the worst of all the ones I’ve had but he used *the* biggest injection needle, asked me if I’d eaten cause it was going to stay numb for much longer than usual and then as he was administering it, he was talking me through it with breathing instructions. I started to panic that this was going to be some horrible procedure. It kind of was in so far as I have a reasonably easy gag reflex and he had several cotton ball thingies under my tongue and lots of instruments in my mouth for ages. I practiced meditation and repeatedly pointed out to myself that at least it didn’t hurt. Well, not where he was working, anyway. My mouth is still with the pain from the gritting the teeth thing so all my teeth hurt if you knock them or whatever, which sometimes happens at the dentist. But in all, this feeling didn’t seem that bad and the worst of it was all my lips, half my tongue all the way down my throat and the side of my face including my ear were numb for about 4 hours. Still. No pain.
I visited my parents before heading home and off to Puppy Playgroup Graduation. I’m kinda sad not to check in with the other pups and pup peeps after this week. It was kinda fun. Today was still hilarious, FINALLY Sasha was excited to be there and very playful with the other puppies and the people. He was the centre of attention and loved it! Soooo cute. But also sad he only really enjoyed the last week of it. The other weeks he’s been very timid and stayed with us, often facing us and pretending the rest wasn’t going on. Still. He can now socialise nicely, answer to his name, sit, come when called (even in the midst of playing with other pups), lay down, leave it, and um, a new trick of roll over that he performed on the night since the handshake did not go so well. It was a very lovely class and the woman who runs it was great, we’re going to take the adolescent classes when pup is the right age. She gave so many freebies and things, I think nearly every week we got a gift. I can hardly imagine how much it costs her. We got a certificate for graduating and a little medal for his dog collar - apparently the local ranger will keep dogs longer if caught and found to be wearing one (it says: Puppy Playground Graduate) because it means someone invested in the dog. How sad about what that says about the rest of the dogs they impound.
Course now, I have heard several times from the other room: Is that how a Puppy Playschool Graduate behaves?
Too funny.
In the midst of it all, in the middle of my day I was wandering back to my building and I thought “ooh yay, I get to see C tonight!” as I often used to do when we were only seeing each other one to two times a week. And then I thought, “hey I get to see him everyday, I LIVE with him” and I still had that excited newness about it all. Nice. I don’t really want to lose that feeling. But I am really enjoying living with him. It’s just comfy.