Lend me your spoons
...metaphorical spoons, that is. 'Cause I am out of spoons. Completely out of deal. Olive's new care routine is challenging, both for her and for us. She hates the E-collar. She hates getting her growing list of meds. She's tired, and we're tired, too. As it stands, if I didn't have to drag my ass into Terra Firma today, I would probably just say screw work and sleep all day. But my boss is getting surgery today, so it's pretty much the one day that I can't call out.
Bone weary, that's me today. And when I get home, I have to do a number of household things, not the least of which is washing towels so we have a good supply of clean things onhand for Olive's leg.
I got about four hours' worth of sleep last night. We moved Olive's pet stairs away from the bed so she wouldn't hurt herself on them with the e-collar on, and she somehow managed to get on our bed anyhow. She was determined. At least after a half hour, she settled down on my chest, rested the cone on my face, and fell asleep. I was too exhausted to protest, and we stayed that way 'til 5am, when all the kitty alarms went off and the feeding/cleaning/medicating cycle began anew.
Bone weary, that's me today. And when I get home, I have to do a number of household things, not the least of which is washing towels so we have a good supply of clean things onhand for Olive's leg.
I got about four hours' worth of sleep last night. We moved Olive's pet stairs away from the bed so she wouldn't hurt herself on them with the e-collar on, and she somehow managed to get on our bed anyhow. She was determined. At least after a half hour, she settled down on my chest, rested the cone on my face, and fell asleep. I was too exhausted to protest, and we stayed that way 'til 5am, when all the kitty alarms went off and the feeding/cleaning/medicating cycle began anew.