I rushed home from work..grabbed my personal laundry (cuz I have no clean work clothes left and still have 2 shifts to go!) zipped down to the laundrymat, cut my hand open on the germ covered public washing machine, ran back up to the office, had one of the nice nurses, clean and steristrip it closed, ran over to the grocery store, bought more roast chicken for daphne and tina, filled up the car with gas so I can get into maple ridge for work tomorrow, rushed back to the laundrymat and hauled out my wet clean clothes, came home, shut down the mp room for the night, threw my laundry into the dryer...
and I did this all in about one hour while making three phone calls..speedy Gonzales here!
I just want to say two things...if I eventually die of some kind of alphabetized hepatitis..someone remind me how and when I got it to begin with and a laundry basket of wet clean clothes is far heavier than a laundry basket filled with dry dirty clothes..esp. with a cut hand!
cc went home with erin on a foster trial..yay cc, yay erin..hope it works out well for both.
the heavy equipment arrives on Monday and septic replacement begins on Tuesday..it will be about a week to complete.
I made an appointment for chance on Monday and now I am not going to even think about it again until I have to.
daphne has slipped a bit again in the past couple of days.
luke is being pretty cooperative with our limited bed time engagement..he has stopped fussing at me thru the gate and just waits until it is time and when I ask him to go back into the big dog room in the mornings, he cooperatively (but reluctantly) complies.
jenn's foster bru was in at the vets with a platelet count of 3..yes I said 3. he had an ultrasound and he has some liver and spleen enlargement but no obvious tumors. he was started on steroids and I talked to jiv this morning and bru is perking up nicely..may be an underlying cancer, hopefully tho it was caused by some kind of autoimmune disease.
I think the secret to surviving in rescue, esp. when the going gets tough...is to view it the way a marathon runner might. the reward is not so much in the pain of the moments...it is in actually crossing the finish line....alive.
hope floating that our finish line for this particular marathon is just around the very next corner, before I crap out and die.