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A variety of things going on that I want to mention and have questions about, but have no idea where a thread should be created if one even should! Everything is related to everything else, so even if I were to create a thread, some of the information would belong in another category, so I think it's best to just post everything here.
First thing: I have my injection scheduled for September 3rd for my back. *Fingers crossed* it will take and I can get back to NORMAL (walking, no
I finally posted the boys for adoption. I spoke with someone about it and I kept trying to make posts to rehome them but every time I started, I choked up and couldn't go through with it. But it's at the point where I am risking their lives and happiness and that's not right or fair to them.
I'm so insanely angry and upset about this entire situation. I haven't really slept and I don't think I will be any time soon. My therapist said to make a pros and cons list. My "Pros"
Problem. Big problem. Husband hates (HATES) the pigs. He didn't at first...at least he didn't tell me or act like it. Barney was his favorite but he told me a few days ago that he can't stand them, especially Barney. Every time Barney wheeks, Jer will leave the room.
He won't feed them, show them any sort of attention, won't watch them when I have to clean their cage.
It's ridiculous. A lot of things have changed within the past 2 months and I think that might
I don't use this blog as much as I use my other one, but I figured I would post this here anyway since it's relevant to a current conversation taking place.
I would post in the thread, but it would be considered off topic...plus the amount of things I have to say are more blog-worthy than post-worthy.
My friend (more like my brother) is on a type of life support right now. He's been having many issues for many years and was given the "6 months to live" sentence
Here's the deal: As said in a previous blog, I've been sick for nearly a month. Prior to that I injured my back. So...we're talking 2 months out of commission, right?
As darling as my husband is, he is not one for cleaning up. Especially his own messes. And he is the king of making messes.
So...2 months of no cleaning has turned my entire apartment into a sty. Seriously. There are boxes and various mail and dishes and clothing and paper and hay and shredded paper