It's just another day, where people cling to light

And here we are at Tuesday, when Yoda goes to the vet to deal with his poopy butt. I'm still anxious about it, but we're going to do it anyway. I suppose some shit just has to be done, whether you want to or not. I am braced for the bad dog momma speech. Because I know this dog has not lost so much as a pound since the last visit. Also, poopy butt, and he's overdue for his shots, and the groomer.

Note, I have no reason to think they're actually going to do this. Our vet is very nice, and generally doesn't give us shit (except about his weight, which I think all doctors are obligated to do). It's just my jerk brain working overtime.

In further stressors, Jess is not feeling well, with what we think is a bladder infection. They're having a lot of back and side pain at the kidney level. They've started antibiotics, but they haven't really kicked in yet. I am not good with them hurting in a way that I can't fix. This is not helping them that I keep having meltdowns, but I can't seem to help it.

I took the day off to take the dog, which is fine. Since my car still needs tires, I had to take my sister to work and will have to pick her up as well. This is a pain in the ass. Also, it seems like whenever there's something to be done, I'm the one who has to take the day off. I know it's easier for me to do it, because there's more people where I work, but damn, I get a little tired of it. It's like my job is less important than hers. I think it's gotten worse since I started working from home.

Sorry, today seems to have been a venting post. Tomorrow will be better, I promise.