Massaged

Turns out I wasn’t going crazy and loosing my mind.  The massage therapist was here today and I got taken care of.  I didn’t get her money because of the bad information that I received.  Tonight I will need to stop by the bank so that I can pay her tomorrow.  My back was really fucked up – muscles are all tense and an hour didn’t get all of the kinks out.  I can only afford so much.  Which brings me to my next topic of my chair.  I need a doctors note and then they will get me a better chair, the one I want is no longer sold by the vendor we deal with, so I will have to take a substitution and lord knows I am not happy about that.  I’ve got an e-mail into the doctor and am waiting to hear back.

On the Bear front he had accidents all day yesterday while I was gone.  He went in my room and I had a small mess to clean up.  Bear spent the night in my room and wouldn’t come out for breakfast.  He went again in my room overnight and not on the pad, so guess what I am doing tonight?  I upped the dose on the diarrhea pill in hopes that it would help him.  Perhaps the water works have shut off for the day, I will know more when I get home.  I kept telling him not to die on me, seems like I say that and then be it person or animal they die anyway.  I asked him if I should take the day off and take him to the vet.  He looked at me like oh you can take the day off and spent it with me, but please don’t take me to the vet.  I tested him this morning and he doesn’t appear to be dehydrated but I know that can sneak up on your quickly.  I left a water dish out for him in the hopes that he would drink.  He was eating and drinking as of this morning, not much but something is better than nothing.  My plan of attack is to see how things went today and if they are the same or worse we will be going to the vet tomorrow and that means I will be taking a day off or at the very least a partial day.  Fridays are always relatively calm so if your going to take a day off, it’s probably the best one of them all.

I am very worried about him.  A week or close to it is a long time to have diarrhea and we are to the point where I can’t touch him without him yelping that it hurts.  I understand his skin is a bit raw but you can’t go around with crap on you – it’s just not healthy.  He does need a bath but I am catering to him right now.  I sprayed his skin with some fancy spray we got from the vet a long time ago, in the hopes that it will aid in healing.  It was back when he was sick and had the same problem but it was from not eating.  Poor guy he’s been to hell and back and seems to like to make repeat trips, which I am NOT a fan of.  I am repeating myself but I know that we are going to part ways, I am not ready now and I don’t think that I will be ready when the time comes.  I would rather that God make the decision but I don’t want it to be like what happened to LB.  I have a semi choice in how and when it happens but I really don’t want to exercise those powers unless it’s absolutely necessary.  I also don’t want to rack up an emergency bill, which is why if we need to go we would go tomorrow versus going tonight.  Plus his doc works days, getting someone your familiar with and trust makes both the patient and the owner feel at ease.

So the sun is out and I hope that means it will be a smooth commute home and that I won’t walk in and find shit all over the place, that would be a great way to end the day.  Everything else is status quo.  I shall talk with you peeps later.  Hope your world is full of rainbows and kittens!