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beansideMonday and I got to sleep in an extra hour! I have my psych appointment today, so I'm going into work a little late. It was originally scheduled for Friday, but then I realized that we'd be out of town. So, I called and switched it out to today. I'll probably be about three hours late for work, but I have the time, so it's all good.
Yesterday wasn't bad. I had the Failed Delivery report queue, so I was busy most of the day. Didn't get a thing done on my reports, but I'll work on them this morning when I get in. A day of not being done is not going to hurt anything.
Today we'll probably get the results from Sam's bloodwork, which has me anxious. He was yelling a bit more yesterday, but wasn't eating as much as normal, so I was supremely stressed out and worried. He seems fine this morning, and we'll keep a close eye on it, but last night I had a meltdown. We've had this boy for 18 years, and I want to do what's best for him. I don't want him to suffer because I'm too paralyzed to make a decision. I don't think he's suffering, but I'm terrified that I'll miss something. Every morning when I come up from downstairs to the kitchen, I brace myself, half afraid he won't come toddling in to give that cranky meow for food. And a large part of me hopes that's how it goes, so I don't have to make that choice. And then I feel guilty about that, because he deserves not to be alone at the end. He's such a good, gentle kitty, and I want him to be here forever.
Today the weather says we're going to have strong storms. This is also stressing me out. I do not like storms. They freak me out, even though I know the chances of something bad happening are low. But still, when they say that there's a risk of tornado, I freak out.
In general, I've been a little ball of anxiety lately, which I'm going to mention to my psych this morning. We'll see what he has to say.
Okay, I'm going to get my ass together to go to my appointment. Gotta look like a functional human. Have the best Monday possible!
Yesterday wasn't bad. I had the Failed Delivery report queue, so I was busy most of the day. Didn't get a thing done on my reports, but I'll work on them this morning when I get in. A day of not being done is not going to hurt anything.
Today we'll probably get the results from Sam's bloodwork, which has me anxious. He was yelling a bit more yesterday, but wasn't eating as much as normal, so I was supremely stressed out and worried. He seems fine this morning, and we'll keep a close eye on it, but last night I had a meltdown. We've had this boy for 18 years, and I want to do what's best for him. I don't want him to suffer because I'm too paralyzed to make a decision. I don't think he's suffering, but I'm terrified that I'll miss something. Every morning when I come up from downstairs to the kitchen, I brace myself, half afraid he won't come toddling in to give that cranky meow for food. And a large part of me hopes that's how it goes, so I don't have to make that choice. And then I feel guilty about that, because he deserves not to be alone at the end. He's such a good, gentle kitty, and I want him to be here forever.
Today the weather says we're going to have strong storms. This is also stressing me out. I do not like storms. They freak me out, even though I know the chances of something bad happening are low. But still, when they say that there's a risk of tornado, I freak out.
In general, I've been a little ball of anxiety lately, which I'm going to mention to my psych this morning. We'll see what he has to say.
Okay, I'm going to get my ass together to go to my appointment. Gotta look like a functional human. Have the best Monday possible!
