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My Brain Hurts! [Jan. 11th, 2008|02:04 pm]
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My brain hurts. I can NOT learn another new thing today. Not one. Cannot be introduced to a new concept. Can not add another contact to my Contact List. Cannot schedule a new meeting. Will not make another new folder for another new initiative. There are several items I can't move on because it would require someone to explain the "next steps" or "proper policy" and I just CAN NOT. They will have to wait until Monday.

For the rest of the day, I can only deal with things I have dealt with before.

The honeymoon is over here at work. I went from getting a little trickle of information, projects, assignments to...well, fill in the burst dam or tsunami incident of your choice.

It wouldn't have been so bad, but sleep deprived is the best we can say about my current state. And tomorrow I've got to be down in Fredericksburg by 8am. (That's a 6:30am departure time...which makes for a 4:30am alarm.)

I am so pysched that our dinner plans tonight with a friend have been cancelled. Wheeeee! I was looking forward to seeing her, but with the Wharf Rat shanty sing on Wednesday (only because we like to show up on the ONE night a year that the Big Shantysing Liar blows it off. If I'd known he was smoking pork, I would have abandoned the Captain in a hot minute) which means we didn't get to bed until midnight. Last night was dropping off food and visiting with a recuperating friend and his ladylove. A ladylove who was perceptive enough to quickly recognize that a whiskey was JUST what I needed. So the visiting wasn't all that strenuous, except...



I was late getting to work, ran from one appointment to another. Was late leaving work ran home to quick walk the dogs before driving them to the vets' for a follow-up appointment on Percy's eye. BUT in our rush that morning we forgot to put the babygate on the stairs, which means that Percy figured it out at some point, came downstairs...if the dogs stay upstairs, they pretty much sleep all day, with occasional bed-shifting. If they come downstairs, they get tense and nervous and Willow has to bark at anyone that goes by, which gets Percy all worked up. And then they freak out whenever anyone on the street pulls into and out of their driveway. Which means they don't sleep. And they are awake to have "accidents" all over the living room. And, of course, because it was raining, Percy's thunderphobia kicks in. So he has a more solid....um, accident. Which he then proceeds to DANCE through when I come home.

Sure, he's loveable. But he's also an expletive deleted idiot. And smart as a bent spoon.

So, I come home, after rushing around all day, struggling through rush hour, with just enough time to throw the dogs in the car and struggle through another set of rush hour to make the appointment in time....but of course, I've got some cleanup to do.

Which makes me even later. And then I get there only to find out that Percy's corneal ulcer has become "indolent".

I would like to become indolent. Really, for just a week. Just to see what it would be like.

But what this means is, (caution: ooogie alert) the vet has to scrape the edges of the ulcer to expose new cells to hopefully get the blood supply to the area ramped up. And then another 10 days of eye ointment, another visit, probably to repeat the process. So, every ten days, I'm going to have to repeat this semi-hysteria, pay $60 for the privilege and then come home with Mr. Goopy Eye until, eventually, it heals. Oh, stop me from just putting it out with a stick.

I am on my knees grateful that the Captain is an EXPERT in putting goop in dog's eyes, because at three times a day, my lack of depth perception and farsightedness, not to mention overall eyeball squeamishness would make this a HORRIBLE experience for both me and Percy, probably resulting in me putting out the eye. And yes, I did mean to phrase the beginning of the sentence that way. I warned you it was going to get oogie.

The rest of my day is basically killing time until I can pass out. So, if you've been thinking, oh, I should give Mere and Brad a call tonight to catch up...DON'T. Please. I've got eye ointment and I'm not afraid to use it. Badly.
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[User Picture]From: sestree
2008-01-11 07:58 pm (UTC)
Remind me to mail you a set of knee pads and some chapstick.

from one fan to another as it were ;)
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[User Picture]From: pyllgrum
2008-01-11 08:19 pm (UTC)
Did I ever tell you how much I admire the Captain?
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[User Picture]From: ferlonda
2008-01-11 08:23 pm (UTC)
"Smart as a bent spoon." Oh, golly... I had to figure out how to breathe again after that one. Whew. Now I'm all wheezy.
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[User Picture]From: skivee
2008-01-11 08:58 pm (UTC)

"Smart as a bent spoon."

You may be over-worked but you can still beat the English language to your cruel will.
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