I DID GOOD

I slept until 1:30 in the afternoon today.

Not such a strange thing when I'm down, but when I'm high I have a hard time sleeping past five in the morning. Last night was the first that Sarah had been taking her antibiotics for a full day, and had the help of pain killers, so she slept like a baby right next to me. Thank God she didn't cry through the night because I think one more night of that would have pushed me right over the edge.

I haven't heard much from my ex-partner, who feigned interest in her malady when I told him, and now doesn't seem to have the energy to call and check up on her to see if she is ok. Maybe it's just me, but a week before, he was interested in shelling out for a haircut for her so she would look good at his mother's Easter function. To me that says "selfish prick", but who knows, maybe I should be checking myself to make sure I'm not "high". What a pile of shit.

Sarah is doing much better now. I can actually see her eye, and the area around it that was puss covered and very swollen yesterday is now actually flat, but it's black and blue with bruising though. That poor pup has been through the mill over the last couple of days.

I'm pretty proud of myself for the way I handled the whole situation with Sarah. I'm still not sure how I'm going to pay the vet bill, but the fact that I got her in for treatment, convinced the clinic that I'm good for the money, and handled her with care is a great display of what people can do when they absolutely have to. And I guess I'm saying "they" because I can't believe it was actually me.

I'm on the high side right now, and I get tipped off pretty quickly under normal circumstances when I'm in this situation. By saying tipped off I mean pissed and irritated. But it didn't happen. I guess there must have been an underlying text telling me that I had to work it out for her; that her health depended on it. So, in a way, I guess you could say I'm kind of proud the way the last several days have panned out. And I didn't have anyone there for me to take my hand. I handled it, on my own, without freaking out.

Kudos to me.
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THINGS I REALLY LIKE
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- MY CRACKBERRY
- MEETING NEW BP PEOPLE
- REALLY COLD BEER
- FINDING MONEY IN MY PANTS

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Really?

It's like the curiosity created by a hairline crack...
Interesting; and depending on which way it goes,
could cause some real damage.
-Discovering Destiny