Oh, this week. I am already very, very over it.
The long and short of it: Hugo went to our usual vet on Monday, where they filled him with chicken baby food to keep him from biting while they worked on his leg. That’s all well and good, except that he has spent the last 24+ hours getting rid of that baby food. A lot. While in a cast. It gets frantic, trying to cover that cast before he has to get outside. It takes speed and dexterity that I don’t usually have. Oh, and energy. We are averaging between 2- 4 hours of sleep a night this week.
You can see why this is awesome, right? Oh, that’s right, you can’t. That would probably be BECAUSE IT IS NOT AWESOME AT ALL.
And hey, did I mention it’s hot? It is. It is so mind- meltingly, horrifyingly, wretchedly hot. Heat brings out the absolute worst in my disease and as the only driver in the family right now I’m out in it a bit right now. Hell, even if I wasn’t driving, there’s no way to avoid it, it’s everywhere. I hide out in my living room, nestled between two air conditioners.
The weather predictions are dire, and taunt me. I’m learning to like weather.com less and less. The weekly forecast is starting to look like this:
I need an air conditioned suit. And a nap. And a pony. And maybe some cake.