This week has been an absolute shitshow of epic proportions. Reading every piece of “literature” coming out of the current administration makes me vomit. Every time I see a new memo or order, I throw up a little bit in my mouth. “What now?” It’s my job to follow along, and I am so very, very worried about our nation’s health and safety. I’m sure that this latest plane crash was caused by a multitude of factors, but last week’s firing of the FAA head and their safety board had to have had a hand. It was heartbreaking. And the fallout from the federal funding memo was just horrific. A friend of mine had to rush to keep the lights on for the low income maternity ward she manages in a non-profit hospital. There is so much potential for suffering it is staggering.
At the end of the week, I’m going on a work trip. Since I work in healthcare, I’ve been explicitly advised not to wear nametags or any corporate identifying information for “safety reasons.” So that’s nice to look forward to.
Guys, I don’t know about you, but I don’t like this timeline.
Anyway, complain, complain - other than that, the day is drizzly and cozy. It’s finally getting warmer, or at least warm enough to melt the ice outside, and we’re able to park in the garage again, which is great. Overlygirl is at school for now. I think tomorrow will be a different story since she complained of a sore throat and nausea and texted me this morning asking if she could go to volleyball practice if she maybe, possibly came home from school. When I said no and asked her to go to the nurse, she refused. I reminded her that she was hosing the rest of her team if she got them sick; I do believe this is the first time I’ve hoped to get a call from the nurse.
When I was younger and used to experience frequent periods of depression or extreme stress, I would force myself to go into my journal and write my list of Three Good Things. Today’s list: 1. I got a contract done today, one I’ve been working on for more than a year. 2. My knee isn’t broken. 3. I’ve been going out for walks almost every day and hope to be running again in a couple of weeks.
All good things.
). I feel terrible for my customers, who are reeling from all of the EOs. As others can attest, morale among most feds is super low at the moment.
I took her for a super short walk before putting her in the car, but she hates being picked up/carried and she was uncomfortable during both car rides. Then, on top of the car ride and getting an injection (flu shot), she had to suffer the indignity of having her tushie thoroughly cleaned: because of her occasional incontinence, there was some dried poop I couldn’t seem to budge. It’s hard to really clean a dog’s hindquarters with just one hand, when the other arm is needed to hold her in place/hold her up! Anyway, everyone survived and she seems to have forgiven me. And one of the staff commented that she’s in great shape for a dog her age (16), which made me quite happy.
And agree with doing on your own as much as possible, except when there is a ‘must see’ that needs a tour.
There will be no more new anything for me for a while. The last two I got are keepers (as opposed to fosters) and they keep me on my toes! Also, I thought they would be hospice dogs. Like, maybe a few weeks, maybe a few months, a year if we’re lucky. But now, knowing them, I expect our time together will be measured in years! It’s impossible to see Louise doing her dinnertime dash and dance and not think she’ll probably be a dog who lives to see her 20s.