Hard day, only marginally softer night
Had a tough day at work today, receiving criticism I wasn't prepared for, and then having to rewrite documentation already completed.
By the time I left for the vet this afternoon--sans Spanky--I was tired and disheartened. And why was I going to the vet? Because I had to learn how to give Spank sub-Q fluids, and to pick up more meds for him. The report I received this morning was that though his red blood cell count was looking good, a bunch of other metrics were off and we needed to recalibrate him. Once I learned about poking a cat not just for a second but for 5 minutes at a time, I left with a bag of supplies. I then drove all over freakin' creation looking for new food for him plus a small sharps container. Tonight, of course, no one had any of the stuff I needed.
By the time I got home, I was not only tired, I was hungry and feeling really overwhelmed. I had kind of hit the wall. And then I got a call that revealed that plans I thought I had weren't what I thought they were going to be. Communication either hadn't been clear or hadn't been complete on the subject. Honestly, if I hadn't been feeling so bad to begin with it wouldn't have been a big deal but, in the moment, it just felt like the last straw.
So now, I'm eating dinner, and then I'm going to turn off the damn computer and be a vegetable...between bouts of work. Because, you see, tonight is the first night of work for the upcoming release and I have stuff to do for the day job.
What I wouldn't give for an enormous piece of chocolate cake.
But not if I want to stick to my goals for next week's weigh-in.
::sigh::
So looking forward to this day being over.
By the time I left for the vet this afternoon--sans Spanky--I was tired and disheartened. And why was I going to the vet? Because I had to learn how to give Spank sub-Q fluids, and to pick up more meds for him. The report I received this morning was that though his red blood cell count was looking good, a bunch of other metrics were off and we needed to recalibrate him. Once I learned about poking a cat not just for a second but for 5 minutes at a time, I left with a bag of supplies. I then drove all over freakin' creation looking for new food for him plus a small sharps container. Tonight, of course, no one had any of the stuff I needed.
By the time I got home, I was not only tired, I was hungry and feeling really overwhelmed. I had kind of hit the wall. And then I got a call that revealed that plans I thought I had weren't what I thought they were going to be. Communication either hadn't been clear or hadn't been complete on the subject. Honestly, if I hadn't been feeling so bad to begin with it wouldn't have been a big deal but, in the moment, it just felt like the last straw.
So now, I'm eating dinner, and then I'm going to turn off the damn computer and be a vegetable...between bouts of work. Because, you see, tonight is the first night of work for the upcoming release and I have stuff to do for the day job.
What I wouldn't give for an enormous piece of chocolate cake.
But not if I want to stick to my goals for next week's weigh-in.
::sigh::
So looking forward to this day being over.