As usual, my emotions are all over the place. Since my surgery was postponed, I had to rearrange my schedule. I thought I would be sitting on my couch watching Season 4 of The Mentalist this week. Instead, I am trying to accomplish all of my Christmas chores and complete a bunch of work year-end chores before my new surgery date. THEN I can sit on my couch and watch tv until Christmas.
Yesterday I took the Poop Machine to the vet. He was due for his annual shots and heartworm prescription refill. After my surgery, I won’t be able to lift more than 10 pounds, and yeah well, he is WAY over that limit. BUT thanks to his new diet food, he has lost 5 pounds. He still can’t jump in and out of the car because of his arthritis, but since I traded in the Suburban and he is down to a whopping 87 pounds, I was able to lift him in and out of the car without much struggle.
That’s not even the best part. His heartworm test was only a “faint positive.” Woohoo! If you remember, when I inherited this poor dog from The Ex, he was malnourished, with kennel cough, and Stage 3 heartworm diagnosis. Things did not look good. Here we are, less than two years later, and this happy-go-lucky, grey bearded dog has some spring back in his step. Even though I have not been his biggest fan over the years, it makes me so happy to know that he is in good shape and I helped him get there.
Armed with that sense of accomplishment, I went home and cooked dinner and worked on my Christmas cards. I was feeling good. I knew that I would finish everything that I needed to get done before next Tuesday.
Then I came to work this morning and all of that positive thinking was beaten and buried. I swear that on some days, my office door is more like a revolving door than a regular door. People come and go with all sorts of questions and requests.
Today was one of those days. Two people followed me from the lobby to my office to make sure that they were first in line with their questions. Then the phone wouldn’t stop ringing with “urgent” requests. At one point, there was an actual LINE of people outside my door. And, OF COURSE, all of this happens on a day when I have to leave the office for a short period of time to take a child to the orthodontist because I had to reschedule the appointment because of my surgery.
I was late picking up my son from his school, then the school idiots, I mean, attendance aides, made me sign in blood and fill out forms in triplicate to remove my son from the school. BUT they simply put my forms down without actually retrieving the child. “Oops, sorry about that.” I guess something shiny caught their attention.
We were 25 minutes late to the appointment, so I had to BEG them to please, please, please still see this child. I gave them the sob story about the surgery postponement and everything. I’m definitely milking this thing.
Thankfully, they agreed to see him. While I waited in the lobby, emails poured in on my phone. Several of them were from The Ex asking if we were going to court on Monday and where we are with this mess. I answered his 5,000 questions until I literally wanted to gauge out my own eyes at the sight of a message from him in my in-box. He is hounding me to contact my attorney to get the draft completed. I finally told him that I wasn’t going to contact her any more today because it costs me money every time I contact her. Of course that wasn’t an acceptable answer to him.
Like those attendance aides, he wants me to sign it in blood or something. I used to agonize over this type of correspondence with him. Writing and re-writing emails so that I didn’t agitate him or come across insensitive. I’m over that. I’m agitated by it, so I just sent off an email directing him to contact his attorney with further questions.
Oh yeah, that’s right. What attorney?
In my mind, I am ranting about how I have to do all of the legwork and pay all of the expenses and what on earth does he have to do except make me miserable?!?!?!
Basically, I went from being in a great mood and the master of my own universe to angry and overwhelmed. Back to normal, I guess.