I'm on the run, no time to sleep
Feb. 24th, 2009 08:03 pm
Bernie's tumor was cancerous. We're going to the veterinary oncologist next Tuesday for x-rays, scans, etc. to see if the cancer has metastasized. The vet was fairly confident that she got all of the lingual tumor. We won't do anything drastic, but we're waiting on options.
My sister and I are back in the stage of saying, "everything is okay, no one is dead," when one of us calls the other. That blows, big time.
I'm still fighting with some facility changes at the Lodge, and all the other crap is making me even more bitchy than usual. I try to avoid the phrase, "that is unacceptable," but it came out of my mouth no less than three times today. Happy-go-lucky, I am not, and people betta recognize.
Oh, and I'm ovulating and horribly, uh, you know, with no relief to be had. The least of my worries, but the most persistent at the moment. Alcohol will make the other stuff fade into the background, but only amplifies horniness. A good smutty book? I has one.
You know it's bad when you're staring and you make eye contact and you don't even CARE that you look like a desperate pervert. (Luckily my gay school friend works with said staree and will be able to explain the creepy stalker-chick giving him the eye today.)
I think I'm going to go and channel Jason Statham's strip scene in the last Transporter movie and try to get some shut-eye.
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Date: 2009-02-25 01:42 am (UTC)Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. I'm glad this is a short month, because it seems to be horrible for you!
OMG, I was doing that with some parent tonight, and I'm not even that desperate! I was just like "who the hell is *that*?" and staring and staring like I was 17 again. I am made of FAIL.
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Date: 2009-02-25 07:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-25 12:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-25 01:48 pm (UTC)Thank god February is a short month.
*hugs*
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Date: 2009-02-25 05:39 pm (UTC)