I’ve made it through Hump Day; in many ways feeling as if I’m barely hanging on… Folks, this has been a rough month & we’ve still got one more week to go!
§ swirling marital drama with the kids: I should not allow it to affect me to this degree, but I can’t help getting sucked in (right now they are reconciled; Zach started seeing his own therapist so I suppose “no news is good news”) Ironic laugh related to all the years I offered to pay for his therapy, but I didn’t expect it to turn out quite like this!
§ poor lil’ Tina Fea has developed acute glaucoma in her left eye -I’m no ophthalmologist but I suspect her lens has become dislocated. I’m struggling to keep her comfortable; her appetite waxes & wanes - I’m torn between taking her to a specialist for a consultation**, but if the globe is blind & painful my only option may be surgical enucleation. It’s just been a week for sad/tragic cases - my lil’ waif is the least of it! But speaking of sunk cost fallacies, the time is probably going to come where I decide it’s best not to subject my tiny, frail, elderly dog to any more medical or surgical interventions.
** I could easily invest a couple more $K in surgical intervention for her glaucoma, although as I said, if she is irreversibly blind it seems pointless to keep the globe.
§ My body is slowly & irrevocably showing me what it needs: cut out the junk food, do some yoga, give ye olde carcass adequate rest… I made an appointment with a cardiologist which isn’t until next month -good thing it wasn’t anything “urgent”, as I struggle with worsening shortness of breath & what feels like a constant weight over my sternum. At my lowest points, I wonder what I’m even doing wasting time & resources hauling off to New Mexico in 2 short wks, where I may not be able to complete my rides? But this gal’s gotta do what I desperately want to do - or at least make the attempt “one more time” before I hang up my chaps…
§ & this weekend will mark DH’s big 6-0; our neighbor is hosting some sort of luncheon on Saturday “the day itself” so I won’t shoehorn onto his event - instead I’m scheming to throw him a surprise party on Sunday afternoon. Unfortunately all of the steakhouses & BBQ joints which I know P would like best are closed on Sundays, so I made my next best selection. Let’s hope the Birthday Boy likes it…
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