Friday, January 21, 2011

Long Story Short...

...I'm exhausted.

It was a bit of a long day.  I'm dog sitting for my neighbor.  Before she left, she gave me a heads up - her dog was throwing up earlier.

This is the dog that I'm terrified is going to randomly die on me while I'm watching her.  So the fact that she's sick and I'm watching her for the weekend freaks me out royally.

So I've been monitoring her; she doesn't want to really eat, move about, or do much.  She seemed much more energetic tonight than she was this morning.  I'm going to take that as a good sign.  All I can do is take care of her to the best of my ability and pray that God takes pity on me and doesn't let her die in my care.  I don't know what I would do if she did.  I think I would cry and feel awful.

I did, however, get the outline for my first speech written while watching her.  I think it's going to be a decent speech - I'm going to talk for three minutes or so about my violin and how it plays into my life.  I feel good about it.

I went to the doctor this morning.  I ended up seeing the RN who shares an office with my doctor.  I have a prescription for an anti-acid medication that is stronger than the over the counter stuff that I'm going to start taking in the morning.  The RNs big concern is that I'm either suffering from acid reflux or an ulcer. 

So if this medication doesn't work, I'm to make an appointment to meet with a G.I. doctor to have a tube stuck down my throat to see if I have an ulcer or not.

Um, yeah.  Tell that to the glasses that I've had for four years and the six cavities I need filled. 

Hopefully the meds will work.

And today my mom got the contact information for where her older brother - I'm pretty sure that makes him my uncle - is.  She contacted the shelter he's at where he's turning his life around; I may get to know a part of that side of the family after all.  It's very surreal.  The only person on that side of the family that I've met is my great-aunt, who's a nun in Kentucky.  I've seen the pictures and heard the stories; but the fact that I may meet someone else is such an odd feeling.

I think it may be ok.  I'm going to pray though.  I don't want my mom to get involved in anything that's going to hurt her; if that's what this is going to do, then I want nothing to do with it.

And now I have homework.  I'm wiped, but I'm supposed to do forty-five minutes of journaling each day for my writing class.  I'm pretty excited about it.

I just need to wake up a bit.

Until the next time, dear readers.


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