As I wrote awhile back, I’ve been working through my own fears and anxieties related to an attitude problem, and I haven’t been on here much as it’s just all static in my head as I try and sort it out.
Got through the #2 nephew’s excluding me from a special event in his life, his wedding. While I’m still mystified / heartbroken about the exclusion, I’ve managed to push that heartache away by keeping busy. He’s not a daily part of my routine, and it is what it is.
I am managing to get through my anxiety over an elderly friend being evicted from her home (being homeles is one of my worst nightmares). While I can’t say she deserves the situation, I have managed to get her dogs into a safe living situation by taking one, and delivering the other to another friend.
I have been juggling finances and savings (originally intended for more house construction or landscaping or my UK trip) getting them both up to speed with their annual wellness care, which hadn’t been handled since I last paid for their vaccines in 2016.
What I didn’t expect in all of this was my irritation at having to deal with the medical issues (and related voice messages and phone calls from their now homeless owner) for treating the eyes of the older dog (black cocker spaniel). Keri Jo is blind in both eyes, and requires 3 kinds of medications, spaced 15 minutes apart during the treatment, twice a day. Indefinitely.
I knew there would be mess. Unpleasant smells. Dander issues to stir up my allergies. I just didn’t realize that I’d gotten to the point in my own health battle that this would be such an aggravation.
It’s been 5 days of dealing with this sweet but helpless senior dog, and I’ve got another 4-6 weeks of this hassle to deal with until we figure out if my friend can get into a senior shelter / protected housing that will allow pets, or if Keri Jo will have to be rehomed.
Meanwhile, her homeless owner is pressing all my buttons bombarding my voicemail on both my pay-as-you-go cell phone with angry screaming messages, apologetic messages, butt dials and wrong calls, while also texting HER DOGS auto recordings on my cell telling them both how much Mom loves and misses them.
Sad. Aggravating. Depressing.
Any attempt to get C to stick to a call budget of once a day is ignored, so I have taken to talking to her quite firmly with a reminder that I’m already spending mucho $$$ on her (neglected) dogs, and that she has to stop wasting my money with bombarding phone calls as I don’t take my phone with me everywhere I go and am busy.
Clearly, my patience is stretched thin.
So, this morning, I finally get the dog walked and fed, kennel area sanitized and papers changed, meds in her, meds in me, walked again, and then hit my bed for a much needed nap.
Only to have the Park’s resident head case pounding on the side of my trailer to get my attention.
J F’g C !£¥§#!
I go onto the porch to see the Suzy Sunshine (vs. Dora Downer or Lonely Lettie) side of this woman’s personality standing in the street with her walker and multiple dogs (she’s now up to 3) trying to get me outside to join her for a walk, and asking that I make it a regular thing. And, she’s hitting her newest puppy right in front of me (as she gets some sort of joy over being a disciplinarian). She wasn’t hurting the dog, but it’s not something I do or want to deal with, and that circus is not being allowed anywhere near my already stressed day.
Not only, “No”, but Hell No ! While I have always tried to be pleasant and cordial to her, as I walk back and forth from my house to the pool all Summer, passing her home when she’s sitting on the porch, desperate for a friendly smile and chat, the last thing I need or want right now is another expectation on demand on my time. I am not adding ANYTHING to my schedule. I am all peopled out.
So, that’s where I have been since my last update. Nothing’s changed. My attitude still needs adjusting. I’m keeping busy. I’m hibernating (as much as possible), and busy putting one foot in front of the other.
Las Vegas Auntie has been conned into buying yet another new home, so I go see what’s up with her as of mid-April. Hopefully, I’ll have the senior dog rehomed so that it isn’t yet another drain on my bank account putting him in a boarding kennel. See? You haven’t missed a thing. It’s the same old / same old.