Good gawd
I hate it!
C and I were discussing Sunshine of the Spotless Mind today and how much I wanted that procedure performed on me so I could erase every fucking memory of that shithead out of my head. Alas.
It's that stage where...you're just in misery and feeling trapped in it. I hate it and I want OUT!
That's all I have to say today. It's just a shitty, shitty day.
Well hell, speaking of shitty. And this is upsetting me more than shithead. I'm just loathe to talk about it because it freaks me out and saddens me to such an extent. My Simon is having incontinence problems coupled with bloody stools. Ever since I moved into this apartment, he has just aged markedly. I didn't know he was blind until we moved here and he started bumping into everything inside and outside. Then this last week he started with the incontinence and blood. I come home every evening and clean up this stuff, and wake up every morning and clean up what he did overnight. At night he panics. He gets out of his bed and starts walking around and seems to get lost - when he freaks out and starts zipping around and bumping into things, it wakes me up - this is when I have to get up, hold him, pet him until he calms down, and then put him back in his bed, where he konks right out. I didn't get a lot of sleep the last couple of nights. What in the world is that about? Is this senility or just wanting to walk about a bit at night and getting lost and then fearful? Either way is just sad and scary.
Fuck I feel trapped. I can't lose my dog. It's bad enough with shithead. Please universe, don't take my dog.
C and I were discussing Sunshine of the Spotless Mind today and how much I wanted that procedure performed on me so I could erase every fucking memory of that shithead out of my head. Alas.
It's that stage where...you're just in misery and feeling trapped in it. I hate it and I want OUT!
That's all I have to say today. It's just a shitty, shitty day.
Well hell, speaking of shitty. And this is upsetting me more than shithead. I'm just loathe to talk about it because it freaks me out and saddens me to such an extent. My Simon is having incontinence problems coupled with bloody stools. Ever since I moved into this apartment, he has just aged markedly. I didn't know he was blind until we moved here and he started bumping into everything inside and outside. Then this last week he started with the incontinence and blood. I come home every evening and clean up this stuff, and wake up every morning and clean up what he did overnight. At night he panics. He gets out of his bed and starts walking around and seems to get lost - when he freaks out and starts zipping around and bumping into things, it wakes me up - this is when I have to get up, hold him, pet him until he calms down, and then put him back in his bed, where he konks right out. I didn't get a lot of sleep the last couple of nights. What in the world is that about? Is this senility or just wanting to walk about a bit at night and getting lost and then fearful? Either way is just sad and scary.
Fuck I feel trapped. I can't lose my dog. It's bad enough with shithead. Please universe, don't take my dog.
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