Wow, that does sound like a horrible and traumatic experience. Good on you to try to put the deer out of its misery and too bad you couldn’t find it.
I’ve never experienced anything remotely like that, but I can empathize. On one occasion when a hungry bear repeatedly foraged for food on our wilderness campsite, the same bear had literally demolished the tent of campers across the bay from us – I think they had been so uninformed about proper wilderness practices that they kept their food in their tent. Long story short, a couple of park rangers showed up at our site and so did the bear (and its two cubs). The plan was to shoot a tranquilizer at the bear but when it appeared overly aggressive, one of the rangers shot it dead. The experience bothered me for a long time afterwards.
This reminds me of a time when I was driving into work one day. It was one of my first times driving to this work place and there was a huge pile up of traffic. When I got to where the commotion was, I saw a police officer looming over a very injured but still alive deer. The officer was clearly trying to decide if he was going to shoot the deer. I passed by before he made any decision. I don’t know what happened. Poor deer.
My daughter (who has autism) had a meltdown this morning. She refused to leave the house. I handled it poorly. We got to our respective places late. It’s been a rough Monday. It’s 11 and I haven’t done any actual work yet. It’s a bad day, to say the least.
Work. I’m trying my damndest to hold it together because I have to get through this week, but it feels like everyone wants everything from me at the worst possible time.
I finally had my moment where I acknowledged, “Yes. This is overwhelm. You feel overwhelmed. Let it in.” I have to walk away at that point and regroup. Sometimes it helps to lie flat on my bed and stare at the ceiling until I come to my senses. All this is, is a series of tasks. All you have to do, is one task at a time. Just one task.
From there I managed to delete 10 emails from my inbox. Then to work on a thing I have due tomorrow, and mostly finish it. It is what it is, you know. Whether I have to work through the weekend or not.
Oh, you should do that at work as well! And everyone can just walk around the body on the floor next to the water cooler… saying "Oh, look! Spice Weasel’s coping! Everything’s going to work out jussst fine!"
School is cancelled here too. So it daycare. I can work with my daughter home but not with the toddler boy. And I have an important meeting today. Unfortunately, my husband doesn’t get paid time off so I’ll just have to make things work.
On top of that, the roof is leaking. Into the microwave and onto the stove. GREAT. I hope the rental office is able to fix it quickly.
Hope your crappy day improves. Me and Spouse Weasel are tag-teaming childcare but he’s had a lot of YouTube, not gonna lie. Although he discovered how to weigh things using the kitchen scale today and he went nuts with it. I love that kid.
Are things better? Well, we decided to withdraw a grant application I wasted time on, but at least it’s done for now. And I’m still having to coordinate the homeless Point in Time count but I think I’ve made progress with what needs to be done and who is doing it. Not 100% to my satisfaction and I probably won’t be truly relieved until it’s over. It’s my fault I didn’t take full ownership of it right away, I think it should have been someone else’s responsibility to coordinate but she is going out on mat leave so we’re not having that conversation right now.
Meanwhile I have a massively important grant application due Monday that I can’t start until Friday because of people and their last fucking minute bullshit. I also have about thirteen federal reports due. Maybe first week of February I can breathe.
Back at work. No rant there, but…dental rant.
I have 5 lower teeth, all in the front. 3 years and a few months ago, they were hurting. I went to a dentist, got them filled. Wait, one was ground down lower than the others and made more cavity. He recommends a root canal. Mistake.
So it hurt During it at one point, that night it throbbed and hurt. He had put some sort of enamel top on it to make it line up with the others.
I’ve never been able to put pressure on it. Always been sensitive.
Lately its been bothered by cold water, more sensitive, even without putting pressure on it.
I asked the new dentist ( no cavities, yay!) if I can get it done over, maybe he left part of the root, I shouldn’t feel it at all!
They gave me a referrel to an endontist in cleveland. I am wondering if I should just give up and get it pulled, or wait and hope I don’t suddenly get pain or infection. It was never crowned.
If I did, that would make the other teeth, especially the one which would stand alone ( its second from the left) less stable. I can still actually eat corn on the cob!
Thanks, had to get that out.
I had a tooth pulled, and it made everything MORE stable. Because they put a post in, which was anchored in the bone. And then they attached the teeth on either side to the fake one.
Thats nice. I don’t think that will happen here as I don’t even qualify for partials ( no molars) because it says my bone isn’t strong enough for them. Sigh.
I know eventually I will have to get a lower plate but I threw my partial away long ago as it felt difficult to chew my food.
Fuck the medical industry and all the shit stains that contribute to this dystopian nightmare. The strap on my cpap is getting worn and is about to break, no biggie it’s been 7 years. I might purchase a replacement on Amazon for around $10 but I cannot find the exact one that works (I am sure this is by design, how they make their cash selling blades not the razor). My insurance should cover it and they will, but they say first I’ll have to speak to my SLEEP DOCTOR who after 3 calls and transfers turns out is busy until mid April.
So a medical device I need. I cannot buy my own replacement parts. I cannot get anyone to order me a new on until I speak to the one medical professional on this continent and at no point will that conversation have any bearing on my direct medical needs.
My PCP is my “sleep” doctor. He is the one that has my prescription. I haven’t seen a sleep doctor since I first got my CPAP. Can you switch doctors? (To one that is more accessible.)
Boy, would I love too! It was years ago, but even before I was diagnosed with sleep apnea the conversation with this guy beforehand went like this:
Me: “So I think I have sleep apnea, my wife says I stop breathing and violently start a minute or two later. I have it recorded on my phone. My sleep sucks and always has no matter what I eat or drink or do during the day”.
Dr. B******** “Hmm… Sounds like that is troubling you. The Sleep Apnea test is very expensive though.”
Me: “Ok, but I think I have it. A CPAP may be what I need. What’s the next step?”
I’m sure he’ll get there. He spent the entire day weighing things. At one point he started dumping out his toy bins so he could stack and weigh them, and I said, “You don’t have to dump every bin all over the floor.”
So he sat down and carefully scooped all the contents of the bins onto the floor.
I can report marginal improvements to my overall sense of well-being. I started today on a more even keel, less anxious, though I’m not getting any more meaningful work done today. I had a leadership meeting, more coordination of this PIT, and a development team meeting in an hour. Just crap getting in the way including my own need to rest. Tomorrow shit’s not getting done either. We have to go back to our financial manager to sign some paperwork, then I’m driving to work for a one hour meeting, then I have to drive back home immediately for a 3pm virtual meeting because I have to get my kid off the bus at 4pm.
Then I will have exactly one day to write a very important grant application.
