As I’m typing this at 2:30 AM, I’m thinking about 3 primary things:
- I’ve got to get Dharma relief from whatever (allergy?) she’s suffering from. She can’t sleep — and neither can Merida nor I because of it.
- I need a car that will haul a dog to the vet. My mini cooper convertible is not a dog hauler. Heck, it’s not even a grocery getter. Since it’s too late to get smaller dogs, I need a bigger car.
- My Oura ring is probably gonna’ flip its shit when it sees my sleep and heart rate throughout this night.
I thought I had it under control.
When I rescheduled Dharma’s vet appointment, I had her in decent shape. At least I thought I did. She doesn’t have an appointment in the morning, but I’m loading her up (Carl’s car and he’s going with me to help) and will be in the parking lot of the vet’s office when they open.
She’s currently in the hallway panting. It’s almost like a kid is sick and there’s nothing you can do for them. 😫
Black marks against the Ville.
So I guess this makes a couple marks in the “cons” box for living back in Crothersville. ONE: It’s a lot harder to get to the vet when he’s no longer just across town — and TWO: there’s something here that’s causing my poor ole’ hound dog a whole lot of misery.
Ear wash. Benadryl. CBD chews. While I’m hoping those will allow me to get a little sleep soon, they sure aren’t the answer.
UPDATE — ABOUT 6 HOURS LATER…
Home just a bit after 9:00 AM and Dharma has had a steroid shot and was sent home with new ear drops. I logged 2 hours and 13 minutes of sleep last night and she probably had less. I’m right at $300 poorer and sleepier than I can remember. I’m going to grab a quick nap and hope for a better night ahead. Grateful it’s Friday and a weekend is incoming. 🙂
Now you know: The average American now consumes roughly the same amount of sugar in a day that the average Paleolithic human (early stone age) consumed in a year — 20 teaspoons.