Rargh. Stress.
Back-to-school time, and on into fall/winter, is supposed to be the "slow" season at the clinic. So tell me, how is it I ended up with SIX inpatients in just the first two days of this week? So far only one seems to be recovering enough to go home tomorrow. Of the other five, all but one are old and decrepit, and I fear that in the next couple days their owners are going to be looking to me to make the call as to whether we should continue treatment or give 'em a shot of the happy pink lemonade. Which leaves me feeling like I was giving them false hope hospitalizing their pets in the first place. Ugh. A pancreatitis, a renal failure...and the other three are still kind of mysteries. Couldn't have all been things I know just how to handle and typically recover well...a parvo puppy, a blocked cat, a bacterial pneumonia...nooo....just lots of badness.
Still haven't made any house offers. Getting discouraged at the state of denial all the sellers seem to be in. The market is *down*, people. I can already hear the scoffing I'll get when I do end up making a offer that's $10-15K off someone's overly optimistic asking price. *groan* I want to move so bad. I'm sick of the commute and I want my own space, but I don't want the restrictions of an apartment and the money-sink of paying rent. Not that a house isn't a money-sink if you have to pay a price that you bloody well won't be able to get back when you sell... *sigh*
Need to go to bed. Early (surgery) morning tomorrow. But I think I'm going to have trouble turning off my stupid brain to get to sleep. A stiff drink might do it...alas, there are none available. Perhaps a good bludgeoning upside my head?
*BONK*
zzzz.....
Still haven't made any house offers. Getting discouraged at the state of denial all the sellers seem to be in. The market is *down*, people. I can already hear the scoffing I'll get when I do end up making a offer that's $10-15K off someone's overly optimistic asking price. *groan* I want to move so bad. I'm sick of the commute and I want my own space, but I don't want the restrictions of an apartment and the money-sink of paying rent. Not that a house isn't a money-sink if you have to pay a price that you bloody well won't be able to get back when you sell... *sigh*
Need to go to bed. Early (surgery) morning tomorrow. But I think I'm going to have trouble turning off my stupid brain to get to sleep. A stiff drink might do it...alas, there are none available. Perhaps a good bludgeoning upside my head?
*BONK*
zzzz.....