11:29 PMC
"In Passing" - Company of Theives

I'm trying to keep awake to pick my Mum up from work. It's getting harder and harder by the minute. My brain is malfunctioning thus making my fingers type irregularly. The time we were inhaling.

Work. Work has been interesting. I'm getting by and becoming stoney to the constant euths. The cutest gay couple came in Friday afternoon with a seizing pekignese. I damn near cried when she began having a seizure in the middle of the lobby. Fifteen minutes later they shot her up with so much valium and baytril I damn near thought she was comatosed. They took her home at the end of the day with some meds. The next morning on Saturday, we received a fax from an emergency clinic stating she had seized again. Several minutes later the couple showed up with the dog again saying the Pheno wasn't helping. She seized again and didn't sleep all night. The vet that day spoke with them and they immediately left crying. My pain was theirs; I couldn't help it. It gave me goosebumps and blood rushes to the head whenever I saw them. An hour into my shift Saturday we had two euths back to back. One was a big mixed black dog and the other the seizing pekignese.

Some will continue to break me there.

Work is getting I guess, smooth is the word for it. Despite the transportation situation we are facing, I digress. Eehn. [shrugs]

Home. Home is icky at times. The air here feels electric. I don't like the ruffled feathers everyone has and I can't do much to smooth them. I wish I could. Whatever. Here's to hoping all ends well.

Leisure. My writing is slow and methodical. I make changes at regular intervals and will not continue with Our Favourite Dealers story especially with the "Note that all posts must be PG-13 rated or below" because those posts will NOT be PG-13 rated or below. Trust. Even still, I've joined National Novel Writing Month and intend to put something together on my down time from work or play. That'll hopefully keep my brain properly functioning even my speech doesn't. I get tongue tied at work sometimes. It's not funny. You try saying "fecal sample in the lab" over an intercom system for all your loving clients to hear. Also, my middle school math teacher showed up today. I was suddenly thankful for my skipping sessions and bright red glasses. She didn't remember me and if she did, she made no attempt to show it. We all won.

This post is longer than I intended. I will end it... now!

wam, bam, thank you ma'am,
- g.

Life: 08/11/09 | Posted By: blu moon | 2 comments | Personal