Real life insanity
So yesterday was...intense to say the least
First though the day started out pretty good. I loaded Logan up in the carrier and we headed out for his first therapy visit. It turned out that the last Thursday of the month a group of school children also come to Aberdeen to visit with the residents so Logan and I got the added fun of visiting with kids as well as adults. Logan was very well behaved and only really got fidgety after an hour an a half. We made a lot of new friends. One lady talked to Logan about how they had a date next Thursday while another little older lady was so in love with "such a handsome cat" she followed us around in her wheel chair. One of the other volunteers told me that Logan totally cheered up the elderly man she was there visiting.
Oddly enough though when we left the home I suddenly felt really depressed. I wonder if that's a normal reaction. I have to say the people who work with the elderly impress me to no end. People tell me they could never do my job but I think working with the elderly is a much tougher job both physically and emotionally.
When I got home I was annoyed to find a coworker had sent me a note trying to get me to cover her shift that night. I would have been more willing to help her out except she included a guilt trip in the message and the fact the reason she wanted me to cover was because it was for a birthday party. I was totally pissed by the guilt trip- she mentioned ALL the shifts she had covered for me- because a) she really hasn't covered that many shifts for me b) the only time she has covered for me has been when I've been sick and c) if I did ask for a shift to be covered for a social event I've asked atleast a month in advance. So I ranted for a bit to friends on msn until I felt better
I then spent the rest of the afternoon working on projects and cleaning my apartment. Little did I know that cleaning would lead to a crisis. You see while cleaning I found a random dexidrine pill tucked in the corner of the kitchen. I put it on the counter with the notion I'd deal with it later. Fast forward to around 5:30pm. I was cooking dinner and doing some last minute tidying before a coworker was suppose to come over when I noticed something on the floor in the hallway. I bent down and picked up what turned out to be a chewed up dexidrine pill. It didn't take me long to figure out what happened. I had heard Mona on the kitchen counter before and had thought nothing of it. Mona apparently had stolen the pill and chewed it up, ingesting most of the meds. I quickly called work. The pill was only 10mg so I didn't know if this was an emergency or not. Dr. Shaw said I should bring her in.
So huzzah with my parents out of town I began freaking out. I started calling everyone I knew on the island but no one seemed to be home, not either of my aunts or my older cousins. Finally I got in contact with my second cousin who called her boyfriend who came and got me. After a few mishaps with directions we finally got to the clinic. Dr. Shaw was there and he gave Mona some meds that made her vomit. He was pretty confident that she'd be okay but he gave me the options of leaving her there overnight for observation or taking her home and bringing her back in if there were any problems. With the whole lack of car I decided it was best to leave her there and I'll bring her home after my shift on Saturday. I feel bad, not for Mona, but for the staff that are going to have to deal with her. So the boyfriend brough me home and I all but collapsed on the couch- the entire experince only lasted maybe 2 hours but it felt like I had just ran a marathon or something, I was just so drained. And of course my body was sore from carrying Logan around for an hour and a half.
Simon and Chrissie were nice enough though to take me on a candy run- I just really wanted to eat a lot of sugar. I still ended up falling asleep at 11:30pm but at least I felt a bit better
So there we go- my crazy intense day. The moral of the story is never assume anything with animals and always keep meds out of reach- but I like the idea that the moral of the story is to NEVER CLEAN heh
First though the day started out pretty good. I loaded Logan up in the carrier and we headed out for his first therapy visit. It turned out that the last Thursday of the month a group of school children also come to Aberdeen to visit with the residents so Logan and I got the added fun of visiting with kids as well as adults. Logan was very well behaved and only really got fidgety after an hour an a half. We made a lot of new friends. One lady talked to Logan about how they had a date next Thursday while another little older lady was so in love with "such a handsome cat" she followed us around in her wheel chair. One of the other volunteers told me that Logan totally cheered up the elderly man she was there visiting.
Oddly enough though when we left the home I suddenly felt really depressed. I wonder if that's a normal reaction. I have to say the people who work with the elderly impress me to no end. People tell me they could never do my job but I think working with the elderly is a much tougher job both physically and emotionally.
When I got home I was annoyed to find a coworker had sent me a note trying to get me to cover her shift that night. I would have been more willing to help her out except she included a guilt trip in the message and the fact the reason she wanted me to cover was because it was for a birthday party. I was totally pissed by the guilt trip- she mentioned ALL the shifts she had covered for me- because a) she really hasn't covered that many shifts for me b) the only time she has covered for me has been when I've been sick and c) if I did ask for a shift to be covered for a social event I've asked atleast a month in advance. So I ranted for a bit to friends on msn until I felt better
I then spent the rest of the afternoon working on projects and cleaning my apartment. Little did I know that cleaning would lead to a crisis. You see while cleaning I found a random dexidrine pill tucked in the corner of the kitchen. I put it on the counter with the notion I'd deal with it later. Fast forward to around 5:30pm. I was cooking dinner and doing some last minute tidying before a coworker was suppose to come over when I noticed something on the floor in the hallway. I bent down and picked up what turned out to be a chewed up dexidrine pill. It didn't take me long to figure out what happened. I had heard Mona on the kitchen counter before and had thought nothing of it. Mona apparently had stolen the pill and chewed it up, ingesting most of the meds. I quickly called work. The pill was only 10mg so I didn't know if this was an emergency or not. Dr. Shaw said I should bring her in.
So huzzah with my parents out of town I began freaking out. I started calling everyone I knew on the island but no one seemed to be home, not either of my aunts or my older cousins. Finally I got in contact with my second cousin who called her boyfriend who came and got me. After a few mishaps with directions we finally got to the clinic. Dr. Shaw was there and he gave Mona some meds that made her vomit. He was pretty confident that she'd be okay but he gave me the options of leaving her there overnight for observation or taking her home and bringing her back in if there were any problems. With the whole lack of car I decided it was best to leave her there and I'll bring her home after my shift on Saturday. I feel bad, not for Mona, but for the staff that are going to have to deal with her. So the boyfriend brough me home and I all but collapsed on the couch- the entire experince only lasted maybe 2 hours but it felt like I had just ran a marathon or something, I was just so drained. And of course my body was sore from carrying Logan around for an hour and a half.
Simon and Chrissie were nice enough though to take me on a candy run- I just really wanted to eat a lot of sugar. I still ended up falling asleep at 11:30pm but at least I felt a bit better
So there we go- my crazy intense day. The moral of the story is never assume anything with animals and always keep meds out of reach- but I like the idea that the moral of the story is to NEVER CLEAN heh