12:50 PM|just awful *note: no death threats to me this time, people
10:37 AM|*sigh* might i say that padraig harrington is a fine inspiration for me to learn the sport ASAP. (unfortunately he's married... but he DOES have four brothers, Tadhg, Columb, Fintan & Fergal.
6:11 PM|so archie is dying again.
(who's archie?!? did i hear you right? oh you crazy newcomers. try reading up a little...)
so anyway.... yesterday --- blood in the urine. poor kid... okay... thinking the bladder stone is irratating it again. i mean, it's most likely grown since last august
but then today... he shat blood.
yes. i know i am being effing disgusting. this is MEDICAL talk, people. and i am also upset - mom started growling about me paying her damned mortgage again.... scream scream scream.... yap yap yap --- to the point where i was holding my ears doing a Rainman impersonation as if the smoke detector was blaring...
anyway... i left. and i also left archie with her (he lives there anyway, because i am a bad mother and left him there when he was a year old)
i don't know what to do. i paid her damn mortgage, paid my rent, paid my car payment, handed her some cash and now i am rummaging around in my cupboard for spaghetti because i have to save up to have my dog put to sleep and then cremated... (yeah i have to bury archie, but burying a 90 pound carcass in the backyard of a condo is not exactly legal... nor is it easy.)
yeah i am whining.
he wasn't supposed to last through last september so i should be happy that he made it this long with the cancer... but i am not. i don't want him to die.
no we haven't been to the vet to see exactly what his condition is.... have to save up for that.
more whining.
i am feeling quite surly right now. sorry. think i am going to take a bubble bath.
i want to get him to a vet. vets aren't open on sundays. besides, he's acting okay, it's just that whole bodily function thing that's awry.
eh. i really want him to go naturally. i had to have my old dog Doodles put down in 1994. felt really guilty about it for years (*didn't help when my friend pat handed me a bag of Cheez Doodles when i went back to work that day.... only he taped over the "Cheex" part of the word and wrote "Dead"... and i feel guilty to this day for giggling over that. wrong. oh so wrong. don't even get me started about what happened at my grandmother's funeral)
ok. enough theraputic whine and bitchfest...
how was everyone else's weekend?!