Pseudotherapy

Now and then I get to feeling what I call “scattered.” I am right now. I’m stressing about several unrelated things, but there are also a couple of things I’m excited about. My brain can’t decide what to focus on, so it refuses to focus on anything. My mind is like a pinball game, with thoughts ricocheting around and crashing into each other. And yeah, my moods are doing the same ping-ponging.

• We had to take Lynksys back into the vet today ? her regular vet this time. It was clear the antibiotic pills were not doing the job. We’ve made certain she swallowed them, but the vet said she just needs something stronger. She was also in the early stages of dehydration. They gave her subcutaneous fluids and prescribed Clavamox in a paste form, which was a total cinch to get down her tonight. I think the fluids helped a lot, because she’s perkier tonight and her appetite has returned. The vet wasn’t able to get a urine sample to test because Lynksys’s bladder was empty, so I have to attempt to collect one tonight. I won’t go into the chicanery involved, but wish me luck. I’ll need it.
• A week ago, Bret and I started switching over to organic foods. It was supposed to be a temporary thing as part of our detoxing, but now we’re spoiled. I don’t think we could ever go back to non-organic milk. Every new item we switch to makes us more eager to make this permanent. But damn, organic is sure a lot more expensive! Ironic, isn’t it, that it costs so much more to buy foods without the chemicals and additives?
• I moved into my new office last Friday. I’m miserable there. A soundproof office with your own bathroom and entrance, accessible only to certain keyholders, sounds great ? until you have to spend all day every day in there. Then it’s like working in a tomb. I’m a sociable person, and I don’t like not seeing my co-workers, hearing their voices in the halls. Hell, I don’t even hear a toilet flush! They could all evacuate the building and I wouldn’t know. But I have no choice ? the office comes with the position. At least I can have music playing; that helps quite a bit.
• In 17 days, I’ll be 55. That used to be the age which qualified you for a senior discount, but I think most places have raised it to 60 or 65. I’d feel like I was cheating anyway, because I don’t feel even slightly like a senior citizen. Since I owe gifts all over the blogiverse, I won’t be posting a wish list link. But I think it’s totally cool of L.A. Daddy to throw me a birthday bash! What? It’s his birthday bash? That’s OK, I don’t mind sharing.

[tags]FUTI, organic, 55 saves lives[/tags]

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