My lil' puppy is camping out at the vet's office right now for a post-surgery stay. Why? He has that ubiquitous small dog affliction, patellar luxation. It had gotten so bad in his left hind leg that the vet recommended surgery, and even at 10 years old, it could improve his quality of life and possibly his life span. He will stay in the doggie hospital until Friday. I'm going to take off work on Friday for him... and for me.
I'm just so exhausted, drained really. I've lost the pep that's usually in my step. If I do have some time to myself, I spend it worrying, which is useless, instead of resting. I'm sure all of these are symptoms of my recent cessation of Paxil, but maybe it's just all in my head.
The house closing should be happening next week or the week after, so I just need to make it until then, get moved and then I'm going to take some time for myself - like, a whole week off! I don't know how or where or what or who, but it's going to happen.
Weekends are just as busy as weekdays... especially during the summer, as I try to wake early to get errands run before it gets so blisteringly hot.
I need to get reacquainted with myself. I'd rather be crocheting or reading or playing the clarinet. Life is way too short to deprive myself of the things I want to do. I just need to figure out how to balance it all with work. And I don't even work full time! Now that just makes me ashamed of myself!
I'm pretty sure there's also some link there to my lack of exercise and proper diet, the latter being easier to correct than the former. It's hard to feel energized to exercise, but I need to exercise to feel energized.
Now I'm going to give myself permission. Permission to be a human being and give myself permission to be okay by not being okay for just this little bit. Now I'll return you to your previously scheduled programming -
The Pumpy (Nelson's full name is Nelson Pumplepoots and for short he goes by "Pumpy")