short story, then the real stuff:
Last night, I was at mom's, browsing through my pda. I noted that tomorrow is National Girls and Women in Sports Day. As I scrolled back to today's info... I nearly exclaimed, "and tomorrow is 'Garbage Day'!"
Lucky for me, my brain processed the info fast enough to catch myself... since really, it's simply only the day our garbage is collected, not some national celebratory status for garbage.
Turns out it really is "garbage" day... I couldn't sleep at all last night! *brain automatically goes into show-stopping musical mode* my throat had begun to scratch earlier in the evening, only to progress into such havoc I could barley swallow with out gagging and nearly losing my lunch. I tossed and turned, tried tv, tried books, tried internet, tried prayer... alas I barely slept.
To top it off, Murray is ap ill. We know he has leukemia, but this is the first I've seen him show any signs of weakness in a long time. While petting him a couple days ago I noted he was rather skinny... last night I could tell he was all ribs, it's scary. I've also noted that they haven't gone through food nearly as much as usual...
I made soft food and Murray was the first to walk away (usually he's the last, eating out of everyone else's after their done). He's sadly listless, showing only a little perk here and there. I threw down treats this afternoon, he sniffed... Teenie gobbled them all up as he walked away.
This afternoon I gave him a mix of regular soft food, and intense calorie/protein food, all watery and he actually seemed to consume half the bowl. I tried again just now and he would have nothing to do with it.
I came home after only 2 hours at work, since I feel like hell and I've already put in over 23 hours for the week and it's only wednesday. I rolled around the couch all day... with my nose dripping, but so swollen shut that I can't actually blow it. Coughing up crud and/or half puking... it's gross!
