taken from e-mail to colin
My weekend has been... I don't even know. Saturday I got up at 6 (after not being allowed by Jack to sleep) and went with mom and Jack to the vet. Jack was whining and scrambling to get out of my arms to play with the other dogs the whole time. It became very apparent how much work I have ahead of me as far as training him. Jack was the only one wigging out. Mom says it's normally not that quiet and not to feel bad. He was very well- behaved when he was in with the vet though. It turns out he does have heart worms and I'll be giving him a little pill every month for a year and then he'll get checked again to see how he's doing. He got all his shots, which he wasn't too happy about. Neither was I. ugh... needles. And he yelped, which made me feel so bad. The vet also gave me a chest congestion medication for him, just in case his weird gagging/ coughing thing is a doggie chest cold. I have to give that to him twice a day. So far it has been really easy to give him the pills. (I had to wrap the heartworm one in cheese to get him to take it though.)
When we got back home from doing that I went back to bed. Between Jack and my parents arguing, I didn't really sleep much then either. Mom and Dad were at it AAALLLLLL day. When I wasn't trying to sleep I watched some more Simon in the Land of Chalk Drawing clips and this video of a manatee squishing its face against the glass of its tank. That doesn't seem like it's ever going to get old. (:
I discovered Friday afternoon that I have some kind of eye infection or something. Mom gave me some eye drops that seem to be helping. My eyes are really bloodshot now. I look so scary. :p My glasses are the wrong prescription, so that's weird too. When I went to walk Jack, just after I took my contacts out, I looked down and realized that my feet seemed closer to my face than they ought to be. For a millisecond I wondered if I was actually shorter than I thought I was... then I remembered that my prescription is too strong. Imagine if I were shrinking!
Last night I read two story things written by my grandma that lives in California. One is autobiographical and short, the other was her friend Erika's life story. Erika passed away recently. Some people have very eventful lives. This lady's life was eventful and not very happy. The short autobiographical story was about my grandpa (her ex-husband, mom's dad) and his penchant for weird food. (: I think she said one of their first dates, if not the first one, involved grandpa cooking for her, her roommate, and some other guy, at her dorm. He cooked tongue in chocolate sauce. *Bleeaaarrgh* Mom says he must have been testing to see if she'd freak out or not... you know, to see if she was 'the one'. :p Grandma wrote that it was awful but she admired his sense of adventure... something like that. *shudder* So... my grandpa has always been nuts. He'd have to be to have thought that gastronomic abomination would be liked by anyone else.
After grandma's stories, I read some more of the Poirot book I got from the library. It's not as good as other ones so far. I'm still curious who the murderer will turn out to be so I'm keeping at it. I always miss Aunt Mattie when I read or watch Poirot though, so I'm both amused and a little sad.
Today (Sunday) all I've done is go to Walmart and BJ's with my mom. I was kinda tired, but perfectly chipper and talkative (which might be odd behavior for me). After walking in Walmart for a short time I suddenly felt faint and was breathing funny. There's a McDonald's there that has Powerade in the fountain so that was great. After a bit of sitting and giving the salt and fluids time to get into my system I felt better, and now I'm ok. But that was really disconcerting(?). I'm getting even more sensitive to being on my feet! The cardiologist hasn't called me back yet about whether she thinks I should be on the blood pressure medication. She was supposedly going to consult with the guy who did the tilt test and then call me. I'm impatient.
I was thinking a lot on Friday about what else I'm going to do with myself while I can't be working. I thought about sewing things to sell to Miami Twice (the site says vintage, but they buy and sell new stuff too, as long as it's interesting/unique) or online or something. Today I showed mom some of the handmade clothing/accessory sites I like and she said "that's what you should be doing." Like it was a great idea she'd just had. (: I have a couple of ideas and a few materials so I'm happy about that. We'll see if Miami Twice actually buys my stuff. I also need to figure out mom's sewing machines so my endeavors won't take forever. eep! They're intimidating machines. She says one of them, the jeans one i think, has problems, so she'll have to take it to get fixed. She's willing to share her fabric and her HUGE boxes of blue jeans. I'm all excited about making patterns and prototypes and stuff... but first I have to clean my room. And finish with the boxes of stuff from my apartment that I have in the garage, which I've been avoiding. (I guess that means I'm becoming un-depressed?)
When we got back home from doing that I went back to bed. Between Jack and my parents arguing, I didn't really sleep much then either. Mom and Dad were at it AAALLLLLL day. When I wasn't trying to sleep I watched some more Simon in the Land of Chalk Drawing clips and this video of a manatee squishing its face against the glass of its tank. That doesn't seem like it's ever going to get old. (:
I discovered Friday afternoon that I have some kind of eye infection or something. Mom gave me some eye drops that seem to be helping. My eyes are really bloodshot now. I look so scary. :p My glasses are the wrong prescription, so that's weird too. When I went to walk Jack, just after I took my contacts out, I looked down and realized that my feet seemed closer to my face than they ought to be. For a millisecond I wondered if I was actually shorter than I thought I was... then I remembered that my prescription is too strong. Imagine if I were shrinking!
Last night I read two story things written by my grandma that lives in California. One is autobiographical and short, the other was her friend Erika's life story. Erika passed away recently. Some people have very eventful lives. This lady's life was eventful and not very happy. The short autobiographical story was about my grandpa (her ex-husband, mom's dad) and his penchant for weird food. (: I think she said one of their first dates, if not the first one, involved grandpa cooking for her, her roommate, and some other guy, at her dorm. He cooked tongue in chocolate sauce. *Bleeaaarrgh* Mom says he must have been testing to see if she'd freak out or not... you know, to see if she was 'the one'. :p Grandma wrote that it was awful but she admired his sense of adventure... something like that. *shudder* So... my grandpa has always been nuts. He'd have to be to have thought that gastronomic abomination would be liked by anyone else.
After grandma's stories, I read some more of the Poirot book I got from the library. It's not as good as other ones so far. I'm still curious who the murderer will turn out to be so I'm keeping at it. I always miss Aunt Mattie when I read or watch Poirot though, so I'm both amused and a little sad.
Today (Sunday) all I've done is go to Walmart and BJ's with my mom. I was kinda tired, but perfectly chipper and talkative (which might be odd behavior for me). After walking in Walmart for a short time I suddenly felt faint and was breathing funny. There's a McDonald's there that has Powerade in the fountain so that was great. After a bit of sitting and giving the salt and fluids time to get into my system I felt better, and now I'm ok. But that was really disconcerting(?). I'm getting even more sensitive to being on my feet! The cardiologist hasn't called me back yet about whether she thinks I should be on the blood pressure medication. She was supposedly going to consult with the guy who did the tilt test and then call me. I'm impatient.
I was thinking a lot on Friday about what else I'm going to do with myself while I can't be working. I thought about sewing things to sell to Miami Twice (the site says vintage, but they buy and sell new stuff too, as long as it's interesting/unique) or online or something. Today I showed mom some of the handmade clothing/accessory sites I like and she said "that's what you should be doing." Like it was a great idea she'd just had. (: I have a couple of ideas and a few materials so I'm happy about that. We'll see if Miami Twice actually buys my stuff. I also need to figure out mom's sewing machines so my endeavors won't take forever. eep! They're intimidating machines. She says one of them, the jeans one i think, has problems, so she'll have to take it to get fixed. She's willing to share her fabric and her HUGE boxes of blue jeans. I'm all excited about making patterns and prototypes and stuff... but first I have to clean my room. And finish with the boxes of stuff from my apartment that I have in the garage, which I've been avoiding. (I guess that means I'm becoming un-depressed?)