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Saturday, and I'm up early to take the puppers for his grooming appointment. My jerkbrain insists that I must be up at least two hours before any scheduled appointment even though I was willing to sleep in. It's annoying, since the groomer is only about 20 minutes away. I could have gotten up at nine and still made to to a 10am grooming appointment.
There's always anxiety about his grooming. Yoda is not the friendliest dog. He's not aggressive, more afraid. But generally, when we hand the leash off, he's like "okay, this is who mama wants me to go with." I'm always worried that won't be the case this time. Intellectually, I know he'll be fine. Jerkbrain, which is still traumatized from our last dog (who was badly abused and attacked me repeatedly) thinks that this'll be the time he gets aggressive. This will be the time they call us and say they can't groom him. It's stupid, but it's where my brain goes. Edited to add: It went fine dropping him off. Slightly less anxiety about that now.
Got the Sodastream and made a giant mess a few times before I actually read the instructions. Then it was fine, and makes very nice fizzy water for me. I think it'll be a worthwhile investment. I ordered the natural essences for Jess and Shelly, so hopefully they'll be good.
It doesn't look like I'll be able to afford Ikea today. I bought dinner last night, and that ate up any available cash. I really suck at finances. I got all the bills paid, at least. I'll do better next pay period. *sigh*
I'm also having anxiety about post-Covid symptoms. My lungs are fucked. I'm using my rescue inhaler multiple times a day. I'm afraid with the post office slow down my refill won't get here in time. I have a backup plan, but it's contingent on my doctor being willing to call in an inhaler to a pharmacy that doesn't have my insurance information so I can pay out of pocket. Plus there's the whole thing that a not insignificant percentage of patients with mild covid have heart damage. I'm afraid, but I'm more afraid of finding out that I have it. As long as I don't have testing, I can pretend, which is stupid, but I plan to put my head in the sand a little bit longer.
After reviewing finances, I think I can get the rug, just not maybe the cat rug. Maybe vice versa, since the cats always come first, of course. My feet can be chilly for another 2 weeks.
There's always anxiety about his grooming. Yoda is not the friendliest dog. He's not aggressive, more afraid. But generally, when we hand the leash off, he's like "okay, this is who mama wants me to go with." I'm always worried that won't be the case this time. Intellectually, I know he'll be fine. Jerkbrain, which is still traumatized from our last dog (who was badly abused and attacked me repeatedly) thinks that this'll be the time he gets aggressive. This will be the time they call us and say they can't groom him. It's stupid, but it's where my brain goes. Edited to add: It went fine dropping him off. Slightly less anxiety about that now.
Got the Sodastream and made a giant mess a few times before I actually read the instructions. Then it was fine, and makes very nice fizzy water for me. I think it'll be a worthwhile investment. I ordered the natural essences for Jess and Shelly, so hopefully they'll be good.
It doesn't look like I'll be able to afford Ikea today. I bought dinner last night, and that ate up any available cash. I really suck at finances. I got all the bills paid, at least. I'll do better next pay period. *sigh*
I'm also having anxiety about post-Covid symptoms. My lungs are fucked. I'm using my rescue inhaler multiple times a day. I'm afraid with the post office slow down my refill won't get here in time. I have a backup plan, but it's contingent on my doctor being willing to call in an inhaler to a pharmacy that doesn't have my insurance information so I can pay out of pocket. Plus there's the whole thing that a not insignificant percentage of patients with mild covid have heart damage. I'm afraid, but I'm more afraid of finding out that I have it. As long as I don't have testing, I can pretend, which is stupid, but I plan to put my head in the sand a little bit longer.
After reviewing finances, I think I can get the rug, just not maybe the cat rug. Maybe vice versa, since the cats always come first, of course. My feet can be chilly for another 2 weeks.