Getting ready for work.

Getting ready for work.  Today is not as bad as yesterday.  Physically, anyway.  Emotionally, well - that's another story.  Some jackass in my Happy Tails Pet Recovery of Calhoun County group had me livid and in tears at 7:30 this morning.  I hope Keith Timmons feels great about that.  As if it's not bad enough that I was cussed up one side and down the other as well as insulted (on my page AND via PM) by another person in the group last night.  Oh, and now Keith is sending me messages, too.  People just can't get enough.

The rules there are simple:  Post lost and founds only - for the sole purpose of reuniting pets with their owners.  I don't know why some people can't understand that.  It's not complicated.

Anyway.  I was blamed for more people not helping animals because I am "extreme."  No.  The reason that more people don't help is because people are ignorant and lazy and irresponsible and they don't feel any obligation whatsoever to make even a small change in the way they do things for the greater good.

So there's that, but then also the fact that rescue people BURN OUT. That can be attributed to usually one or two things:  1)  It is psychologically damaging to a person for them to witness pain and suffering on a continuous basis.  It's called secondary-traumatic stress disorder and it's a real thing.  It causes depression and suicide.

So not only is there THAT, but there is a big # 2), which is:  There are the people who make life hard for rescue people.  Such as harassing and cursing them when they do something that the person doesn't like.  Rescue people who have been doing this for a while have rules in place for a reason and do things the way they do FOR A REASON.  I'm terribly sorry if rescue is not your thing and you don't understand, but I literally don't have time to explain myself repeatedly.  If you have a question - ask it - and I'm more than happy to answer... but arguing with me because you don't like how I do things and insulting me gets you nowhere.

So NO - I am not the reason that anyone chooses not to rescue or help animals and anyone who thinks that is a dumbass.  People who truly want to help WILL FIND A WAY.

Yay Ibuprofen!

Yay Ibuprofen!  Looks like I'll get a whopping 5 hours of sleep tonight.  That'll be better than last night.  I'll take it.

My knees are being stubborn, but the lower back is cooperating.  At least I'll be able to make myself somewhat comfortable.

Goodnight, Internet.  FINALLY.

Today was kind of bad.

Today was kind of bad.  I feel so whiny and I apologize for that, but dang.

Sitting in class for 2 hours in a hard chair where my feet dangle is bad.  It hurts my knees and lower back.  I might seriously have to start carrying around a box or something to put my feet on.

Between that, lower back PMS pain, and my hips and knees not feeling any better yet (come on, Prednisone!), I was in tears by the time I got back home.  I took some Ibuprofen and fell asleep on the couch with Shadow.  I got to work around 4 (YIKES!), but it could not be helped today.

Dang ol' life is kicking my ass.  I feel like every day is a struggle lately and I'm honestly kind of afraid to hear how my x-rays turned out.

Well, who has time to mope when you have hours of homework to do?  Not this girl.  No long-moping for me.  Later, friends.  ❤

Ok. I've been home from the doctor for a while.

Ok.  I've been home from the doctor for a while.  Wasting time that I desperately did not need to waste.  But I feel tired, so.

Anyway.  Saw Dr. Crawford.  I got there 30 minutes late (I called before getting there in case she UNDERSTANDABLY did not want to see me).  I got lost in doing homework and had no clue what time it was.  Thankfully she said to come anyway.

She asked a lot of questions, felt my joints, and sent me for x-rays.  She's putting me on the injectable form of methotrexate... meaning that I'm going to have to give myself a weekly shot.  I feel faint just thinking about it, but I'll survive.  I'm also now on Prednisone for a few months to get my symptoms in check.  And of course folic acid to keep all of this shit from making my hair fall out.  Woo.

So... I start my shot on Friday.  And speaking of shots:  I'm supposed to give Nappy her arthritis shot today.  I feel all jeebly just thinking about it.  Blegh.  I'm not a fan of stabbing us.  😂

Anyway.  Homework calls.  Later, Internet.

Jeebus.

Jeebus.  I have 85 notifications, but I don't have time to check them.  Hit the ground running today.  Everyone's fed and now I have to do some errands so I can come home and do more homework.  Finished up a section yesterday, but still have 3 to go.  😳

I got a new pencil at Wal-Mart last night.  It's gray - one of my favorite colors.  Could have only been better if it had been brown.  Fat chance I'll ever see one like that, but it's ok.  It writes really nice and it doesn't hurt my finger.  Woo!

FYI - if anyone needs me in an urgent kind of way - send me a message.  I don't have the Facebook app installed on my phone.  It makes it slow and it's a big distraction.  So I only have Messenger on there.

Anyway, I'm off to do things.  I will sit down and respond to everyone later today... I'm almost sure of it.  I will have to take a break from homework so that my brain doesn't explode.  ❤❤❤

I was pretty much crashed out...

I was pretty much crashed out... until I scared myself awake.

I'd been on the couch for hours watching TV.  I watched a movie with Shaun and Shadow, and then when Shaun left me and the kid watched the new episode of Wayward Pines.  I don't usually do creepy shows, but I can deal with it.

After that went off I decided it was time for bed so I stood up and started walking towards my room.  As I was walking I felt something go down my leg.  Not wet - I didn't pee myself or suddenly start my period.  It was dry and warm and bulky.  😳

NEEDLESS TO SAY - I freaked the shit out.

I started kicking my leg to shake whatever it was out of my pant leg while screaming because clearly that helps in these situations.  😂😂😂  I dropped everything I was carrying because waving your arms around when there is something unknown in your pants also helps, just FYI.  Shadow backed up and the dogs were looking like "What the hell?!"  I was just about to take off my pants when it finally came out.

What was it, you ask?  Oh, it's good.  I feel like a total dumbass over this one.  😂😂😂  It was a tissue that I'd wadded up and stuck in my waistband because my sweats don't have pockets.  Seriously.  All THAT over a tissue that fell down my pant leg.  😂😂😂

On the bright side me and Shadow had a good laugh, which I think I desperately needed.  I laughed until I couldn't breathe and I'm still giggling about it when it crosses my mind.  Now I'm about to get in my bed and hope that I can simmer back down enough to fall asleep.  It's been an exhausting week so hopefully it won't take long.  Goodnight, Internet!  Or rather, good morning! 😛

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