Well, Sunday I wound up being in one of my fogged dispositions. My brother and his girlfriend came as noted. We had an okay dinner, but I was really out of it so by the time it was over and the food had settled, I hit the bed. Monday to Wednesday are really a blur by now.
Thursday my parents and I went to the mall for hair cuts. We left around nine, got there around eleven and ate at a Denny’s restaurant. After that we went in. Mom and I had appointments at twelve. When I was through, my dad and I wandered. We ran a look out for a certain toy my mom was interested in getting for her new puppy. We didn’t find it, so we continued a more languid wandering. We hit the bookstore for a while. Dad bought me a smoothie afterward and we checked a Brookstone store to see if there was anything my eldest brother might like.
After that we checked in on mom. She was done and so headed to a candle store. She made a purchase or two and then we headed off to the pet stores again for her to look at something. After making two purchases there, we decided to head back home. We got back at five and after settling back down, dad ordered Chinese. The evening ended rather normal, other than that my mom was able to stay up late since it was her first day of winter vacation.
Friday is a blur to me… I believe I got up, fed the cats, did some chores, ate breakfast and wound up falling asleep again at some point. Then noon time came around and I heard whining. Yep, I woke up to the arrival of the new puppy. He whined most of the afternoon away. I think I either hid out or I slept some more due to the likely headache he caused me. Fortunately, he quieted down more once night arrived since he was getting used to the change by then.
I don’t remember the weekend, but I’m sure it went the same as usual minus the new puppy to tend to. He would whine like mad when put into his kennel at night and then around twelve to one he wakes up and whines to be let out. Thing is, I’m not getting the worst of it in that scenario. My parents are in the room with him when he does that. I’m on the other side of the house and simply hear him.
Well, he’s settling in. The other dogs are having some problems with him at times still and my mother’s other dog sulked and growled a lot in the beginning… they are lightening up on him a bit and my dad’s dog has shown a great deal of maturity and patience. It just makes a person proud of him.
My cat is green to all of this. He is the second youngest pet we have and unlike the other cats, he has never experienced the bringing home of a new baby pet. So… for the longest time he has been hiding out in my room and sleeping the day in here. I like it, but it does worry me since there is no litter box in here and he doesn’t get as much water since he prefers to drink from a faucet rather than a bowl. Well, fortunately on Tuesday he decided to venture out more.
Today was a busy day. We went on a shopping expedition in a small town made for shopping. It was my parents and me. We hit my mom’s usual shop sights and a few that she doesn’t always go to but likes to check out and then at lunch at a German-themed restaurant. After doing a few more stops after that, we headed home.
Upon reaching home, I hit the bed though. I had a headache since eight and was just out of it… so… yeah. I woke up around five, got up and did some chores. The rest of the evening was typical… made something to eat, watched shows with mom and did some more chores…
Mom took her older dog to the vet today while I napped. He has one bad ear infection going on and will need surgery. A specialist will be contacted, if I am not mistaken. He’s on antibiotics right now I believe. Said meds cost one hundred ten bucks. I hope her dog getting some sort of infection that requires surgery later doesn’t become a tradition for this time of year in later years. Actually, it kind of reminds me of how I always got the flu on Christmas Eve or the ungodly hours of the morning on Christmas Day when little…
Anyway, now I’m here… Typing away…
Oh… yeah… since my last entry my trichotillomania has acted up again. I think I’ve pulled out more hair than ever before this past week. My mom asks if it is the puppy or if it is because she’s been home… I tell her I have no idea. Consciously I am just fine. Subconsciously, I don’t know. I figure it is a subconscious thing, anyway. Some people have dreams… Me… I cut or pull my hair out… I think the hair tends to come first… cutting is usually a far into it sort of thing.
Am I worried? Not really. Some day my hair might not grow back in that area though. That’d suck. I told Mom if that happens some point in the future, I might have to get the bald spot tattooed in black ink. She noted a wig. I’m using my hat for the moment.
Hmm… if not mistaken the day after tomorrow I’ll be seeing Mrs. Wynne. The hair pulling thing will likely become a topic of discussion. Oh, well. After that my mom and dad will have to go to a work related Christmas gathering. The weekend should be the usual… and… I’ll be another year older come next week. Funny thing is, my mom is going back on that day. I wonder if she planned it that way. I’ve teased her on that in any case.