Funeral, dental woes, rainbow bridge. I’ve been an off-topic basket of cheer haven’t I?
Sunday: We had to take our seriously senior dog on the one-way trip to the vet. He’d been decrepit for a while but until last week he passed the bologna test. You know the one. Animal lying about marinating in ennui, uninterested in life. Then you wave a slice of bologna and they rise up like a feeding shark. He was finally uninterested in even that. So we – actually Hubby – had to make the decision. The right thing to do, but still wretched.
On a procedural note, this has been a dog phenomenon (2 of 3). Horses and cats have made their own arrangements (1 horse & I-don’t-want-to-count-number of cats (Not that we are tough on cats. My previous Siamese lived to be 16; Fluff, to 17. We just have fleets. Thus endeth the digression)).
The joy is that they live with us. The sorrow is that they do not live as long as us.
Monday: Tooth update. I have an active infection and it will be two months before my dentist can pull the tooth. Two months! Unless I swell up like a chipmunk again and end up in the emergency room again. This is no way to run a railroad.
Tuesday: Week 1 of new diet & exercise. No exercise. I’m citing antibiotics/infection and giving myself a bye. Four sodas. On the downside, more than I wanted. On the upside, a) a fraction of what I’m capable of, b) I went inside the convenience store to pick up the gas receipt without buying a soda, & c) this week gave me provocation.
Three bags of M&Ms and some Christmas cookies. Minor transgression of a minor goal. Two missed meals, both lunches. Two of the sodas were related to the missed meals, so lesson learned.
Overall, a plus if not a total victory.
Since he was kind enough to Like my original diet post [Not So New], I have installed this man as my imaginary personal trainer. When I contemplate eating against my diet, I think, ‘I can’t. Mr. 2Fit wouldn’t approve.’ (Yes, it’s all mind games. Do not question how the sausage is made.)
I’ve also written a quote from a commenter into my diet/exercise notebook. Of course I have a diet/exercise notebook:
Good luck, the more you stick to your plan, the better you’ll feel, and the better you feel, the more you will stick to your plan…… Cheri Isgreen
I can’t say that I’ve had enough change to feel improvement, but I can see how it could/will be true.
Tomorrow: Back to horses. The update I intended to write on Sunday.
Yesterday: To everyone who worried, thank you. The mood meter was in the foul zone when I wrote yesterday’s post. On the other hand, if I’m still writing, it’s bad but not horrendous. I haven’t had a truly horrendous since I’ve been blogging. I imagine I would simply drop off the face of the earth.
Years ago on a fire call, I did a faceplant over a firehose. A witness said he knew I wasn’t badly hurt because the first thing I did was look around to check if anyone saw. Similarly, if I am together enough to care about the daily post – short though it may be – I’m gonna be okay.
All in all, 2013 needs to pull its socks up.
5 thoughts on “Is It Safe To Crawl Out From Under My Rock Yet?”
1 horse?did i miss something somewhere or is this in the past.
i am so sorry about the dog, wish there was something i could do.
Horse: Caesar in 2009. He had a heart attack in the field, we assume. No muss, no fuss. At least from his POV. Caesar was always concerned about Caesar’s convenience.
Pets: It never gets easier does it?
No. 2 dogs and 2 horses, countless gerbils – it never gets any easier. but we know when when take them into our family that their time will come before ours, and enjoy and love them when they’re here.
I’m so sorry about your dog!!! :< He had a lucky life with your family! On a positive note I'm glad you're on some antibiotics for your tooth and they can tackle the problem when the infection is over – that will make a huge difference in how you feel! Hugs!!! Hang in there! Elizabeth
Oh dear! I’m so very sorry for your loss.
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