Busy and Tired…

Friday I freaked out at the mall because in the middle of the whole trip I lost my wallet. Other than that, Friday was uneventful other than getting haircuts. The weekend is a blur.

Monday I saw an orthopedic doctor about my wrist. It isn’t Carpal Tunnel Syndrome from what we can tell, so I’m relieved. I cannot remember or even recall knowing at the time as to what the problem was. Perhaps it was not clearly decided. Anyway, the brace-thing is still in use and seems to help. We will see him again in a month to see how it is then.

Tuesday and Wednesday are more or less a blur to me at the moment.

Valentine’s Day I saw a Neurologist. Ha!

Friday is a blur really.

Saturday my parents went off to get a black lab. They named him Augustus McCrae.

Sunday was pretty normal as far as I was concerned. My parents however received little to no sleep due to the new pup. He was whining all through the night apparently. My sister decided to come down as well to see the dog, spend time and eat dinner with us.

Monday was pretty much the usual. Tuesday was pretty normal as well other than that my mom left home aroundnoonto go to the town where a seminar was being held. Due to that my dad and I took my cat to the vet for his treatment.

Wednesday was a day of worry for me. When I got up that morning I couldn’t find my cat. I looked all over the house for him but couldn’t find him. I started getting a panic attack even.

Cats being notorious for being able to hide in the seemingly most impossible places, I gave up and hoped he’d be out and about later. Later came in a few hours and I still couldn’t find him. I searched everywhere again and checked the blinds. In such pursuit, I found him under my parent’s headboard. The bed’s headboard is a bookcase and has a hollow area inside it. I tried to get him out, but unless he decided to, I couldn’t get him out. Therefore I pulled the king size mattress as much as I could and got to him through that.

I was freaking out by then and kept telling him I wasn’t going to let him be alone like that. Animals go off to be alone when they are dying. I wasn’t going to let him be alone. So I stayed with him all afternoon. He wouldn’t eat though. I tried with wet food and dry food. It was a no go. He wasn’t even interested in water.

My dad came home around five as usual and we tried to get him to eat again. No luck. Later on my mom came back home around six or so. We told her all about how he was doing and she tried to get him to eat or drink. He eventually consented to drinking some water. I stayed with him still most of the time after until my parents went to bed.

Exhausted despite sleeping most of the afternoon and evening, I collapsed on my bed. I woke up around twelve. My chest was still hurting so I relented to taking what my mom dubs as “chill pills”. I can’t really remember the rest of the night. I was up untilfour thirtythough. I woke up again around nine. I checked on my cat. He is doing better today. He was actually hungry much to my relief.

The day was pretty much normal. I slept a good amount of it due to the emotional exhaustion from yesterday still affecting my body physically. I managed to get some of my chores done, but I was pretty much a zombie in truth. I took a nap from aroundnoonuntilfour thirty. My mom popped in and we took my cat to the vet. He got his treatment and during such my mom was learning how to do it for him. So, that was handled and from now on he will be getting his fluids at home. I kept myself awake the rest of the evening and it went on pretty much as usual as well. It is nine.

I’m still pretty out of it even now. Shame. I’ve been wanting to do some things but am too tired to focus. Oh well. Emotional drainage… It has been a while.