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Today has been a long week
Jun. 10th, 2024 10:01 pmD had to wake up early today for a work thing, and I'd just happened to wake up to go for a pee about the time his alarm went off so I got up too. Changed the bedding, did some laundry, and had a nice leisurely time with the usual morning chores before starting work an hour earlier than usual.
I only had one meeting in my calendar and it was a pleasant one -- being interviewed as part of someone's academic research as a subject matter expert -- but then other meetings kept getting added to it before and after until I couldn't stand up from the computer and eat lunch until almost two o'clock. I was even still in my pajamas because there had been dog-wrangling to do earlier than usual too, so every time I thought *now I can go get dressed...*, something seemed to happen.
D was back mid-afternoon, and my work day had calmed down...just in time to get very annoyed as I tried to help MB out by making a doctor appointment for her and was prevented from doing so by a diabolical and hostile system. So I spent some time being enraged by that and really sad to see the effect that having been abandoned by healthcare when she really needs it has had on her. Thanks to a lovely friend I am now armed with a draft of a complaint letter and a lot of potential ideas about addressing the problem. But it was an emotionally and mentally demanding situation to witness and to try to fix.
And then it was time to take Gary to the vet! For his next injection, and getting his nails clipped. I wasn't looking forward to wrestling him into the vet's but it wasn't too bad as these things go, and he was exceptionally well-behaved as these crimes upon his body were perpetrated. But now his leg doesn't hurt and his feet don't hurt from the claws being too long.
I'd forgotten that last week, when I didn't yet match it up with the day that we were taking Gary to the vet, I'd booked for another gym class that has started up, associated with my beloved weightlifting one. This one's circuits, which I adore. But there have been a lot of bank holiday Mondays where it wasn't held, and last week I was at EMF, and there have been a couple of Gary-related reasons I couldn't go... And this time there could easily have been a Gary-related reason I couldn't go; there wasn't even time to go home between the vet and the class, so I'd had to change into my gym clothes and bring my stuff with me before we left for the vet.
I love circuits -- more than once, the trainer looked at me and said "you're smiling! you're grinning" and I just replied "I told you I love circuits!" -- but I haven't been to a circuits class in most of a decade, I haven't been to weightlifting or anything lately at all, so of course I felt like my sweaty demise was imminent by the end of the class. I was so glad to get home and have a shower and some takeaway fake-chicken satay.
Really looking forward to tomorrow just being a normal work day!
I only had one meeting in my calendar and it was a pleasant one -- being interviewed as part of someone's academic research as a subject matter expert -- but then other meetings kept getting added to it before and after until I couldn't stand up from the computer and eat lunch until almost two o'clock. I was even still in my pajamas because there had been dog-wrangling to do earlier than usual too, so every time I thought *now I can go get dressed...*, something seemed to happen.
D was back mid-afternoon, and my work day had calmed down...just in time to get very annoyed as I tried to help MB out by making a doctor appointment for her and was prevented from doing so by a diabolical and hostile system. So I spent some time being enraged by that and really sad to see the effect that having been abandoned by healthcare when she really needs it has had on her. Thanks to a lovely friend I am now armed with a draft of a complaint letter and a lot of potential ideas about addressing the problem. But it was an emotionally and mentally demanding situation to witness and to try to fix.
And then it was time to take Gary to the vet! For his next injection, and getting his nails clipped. I wasn't looking forward to wrestling him into the vet's but it wasn't too bad as these things go, and he was exceptionally well-behaved as these crimes upon his body were perpetrated. But now his leg doesn't hurt and his feet don't hurt from the claws being too long.
I'd forgotten that last week, when I didn't yet match it up with the day that we were taking Gary to the vet, I'd booked for another gym class that has started up, associated with my beloved weightlifting one. This one's circuits, which I adore. But there have been a lot of bank holiday Mondays where it wasn't held, and last week I was at EMF, and there have been a couple of Gary-related reasons I couldn't go... And this time there could easily have been a Gary-related reason I couldn't go; there wasn't even time to go home between the vet and the class, so I'd had to change into my gym clothes and bring my stuff with me before we left for the vet.
I love circuits -- more than once, the trainer looked at me and said "you're smiling! you're grinning" and I just replied "I told you I love circuits!" -- but I haven't been to a circuits class in most of a decade, I haven't been to weightlifting or anything lately at all, so of course I felt like my sweaty demise was imminent by the end of the class. I was so glad to get home and have a shower and some takeaway fake-chicken satay.
Really looking forward to tomorrow just being a normal work day!