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Glad this day is over. I didn't do much, but I did make myself go out and go to Tarjay and get a few of the household items I'll need for the new place. I'm still freaking out about all this so much that I wasn't doing well today at all-- anxiety like crazeh. And the net result was that I gave my car a boo-boo, because I bumped into someone at a stoplight. We were both trying to turn right, and I thought she'd gone. I let my foot off the brake just before I turned my head back and saw she was still there. I slammed back on, but it was too late-- I bumped her. Fortunately, she had no damage at all (rubber bumper-- not even a scratch) and didn't worry about insurance exchange or anything. But my car does now have a 3" hairline crack in the front bumper, meaning it should probably be replaced because it's now compromised and wouldn't be as effective in a stronger crash. Sigh....
I know it's only 9 months, but geez. January seems like an eon ago. I just can't imagine being gone for that long. Complicating matters is finding out my oldest girl has developed kidney problems along with her diabetes. So she had to get switched from the diabetic food onto the lower-protein food, and I have to keep the others away from it. So we're now feeding the other three upstairs, and her downstairs, at specific times, instead of free-feeding them all from the same dish. I have no idea how that's going to work once I'm gone. And if, as I fear, she needs to go back on insulin because she's no longer on the diabetic food, that means shots to give her daily, too.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mekle being the dear he is assures me he'll take care of it all, but that's really too much to ask of him. He's gone 11-12 hours a day. Trying to make sure he's home in time to feed everyone is going to put a real crimp in his schedule. I don't know how else to manage it. I can't take her with me, because the stress would make her worse, and because I intend to come home on the weekends. Trying to re-introduce her after 9 months would also be a pain. And then I have to go back and do it all over again after my summer internship, too.
This is just stress I don't need. And being so angry about the mess with the hurricane isn't helping, either. I just want to give the entire Bush adminstration a serious bitchslapping, and that ain't happening. At least the news outlets are starting to, however. About time the media grew a pair again.
I do plan to get myself quite thoroughly drunk on Hard Lime tomorrow. Perhaps that will put me in a better frame of mind for tackling the rest of the stuff I need to do. Either that or just kill the brain cells that keep worrying so damned much.
I know it's only 9 months, but geez. January seems like an eon ago. I just can't imagine being gone for that long. Complicating matters is finding out my oldest girl has developed kidney problems along with her diabetes. So she had to get switched from the diabetic food onto the lower-protein food, and I have to keep the others away from it. So we're now feeding the other three upstairs, and her downstairs, at specific times, instead of free-feeding them all from the same dish. I have no idea how that's going to work once I'm gone. And if, as I fear, she needs to go back on insulin because she's no longer on the diabetic food, that means shots to give her daily, too.
mekle being the dear he is assures me he'll take care of it all, but that's really too much to ask of him. He's gone 11-12 hours a day. Trying to make sure he's home in time to feed everyone is going to put a real crimp in his schedule. I don't know how else to manage it. I can't take her with me, because the stress would make her worse, and because I intend to come home on the weekends. Trying to re-introduce her after 9 months would also be a pain. And then I have to go back and do it all over again after my summer internship, too. This is just stress I don't need. And being so angry about the mess with the hurricane isn't helping, either. I just want to give the entire Bush adminstration a serious bitchslapping, and that ain't happening. At least the news outlets are starting to, however. About time the media grew a pair again.
I do plan to get myself quite thoroughly drunk on Hard Lime tomorrow. Perhaps that will put me in a better frame of mind for tackling the rest of the stuff I need to do. Either that or just kill the brain cells that keep worrying so damned much.
