the day i got a red hooded sweatshirt...
it started out pretty normal...
did some homework, when shopping with kendra, hung out watched some tv. i even read some harry potter.
but i just spent the past few hours in an emergency room to make sure the bite from my cat wasn't going to result in a blood infection. the swelling and numbness kind of freaked me out.
it's not fun anymore when the blood on your hands and arms, on the floor and on your clothes is real.
but i'm really glad ken cared enough to try and help as much as he could even though he was in another state, and that kendra got the first aid kit, offered to make me something to eat so i wouldn't pass out and got me something to puke in...not to mention the fact that she took me to the er. and of course mike, for getting sam locked up in the bathroom and cleaning the blood out of the carpet.
this is the second time that he's gotten me this bad. not to mention the couple of times he's gotten kendra now. i don't want to have him put down, but i'm not sure what else to do. i mean, most of the time he's great, but when he gets like this...i just don't know what to do with him. he's so hostile. he's so angry.
it's my own fault. i should have listened to my own advice and stayed away from him. i just wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to go after someone.
it's just so difficult when you love something and they have no qualms about hurting you. yeah, i know he's an animal, but my mom's dogs don't even think about growling at her.
i need to get to bed. i have to be up for work in a few hours. :(
i really want to call in sick, but i need the money and the p.o. is already pissed at me for not being able to make up the hours i'm going to miss due to the holidays. >:(
whatever.....
did some homework, when shopping with kendra, hung out watched some tv. i even read some harry potter.
but i just spent the past few hours in an emergency room to make sure the bite from my cat wasn't going to result in a blood infection. the swelling and numbness kind of freaked me out.
it's not fun anymore when the blood on your hands and arms, on the floor and on your clothes is real.
but i'm really glad ken cared enough to try and help as much as he could even though he was in another state, and that kendra got the first aid kit, offered to make me something to eat so i wouldn't pass out and got me something to puke in...not to mention the fact that she took me to the er. and of course mike, for getting sam locked up in the bathroom and cleaning the blood out of the carpet.
this is the second time that he's gotten me this bad. not to mention the couple of times he's gotten kendra now. i don't want to have him put down, but i'm not sure what else to do. i mean, most of the time he's great, but when he gets like this...i just don't know what to do with him. he's so hostile. he's so angry.
it's my own fault. i should have listened to my own advice and stayed away from him. i just wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to go after someone.
it's just so difficult when you love something and they have no qualms about hurting you. yeah, i know he's an animal, but my mom's dogs don't even think about growling at her.
i need to get to bed. i have to be up for work in a few hours. :(
i really want to call in sick, but i need the money and the p.o. is already pissed at me for not being able to make up the hours i'm going to miss due to the holidays. >:(
whatever.....