Slugville

Lately, I have been a big, fat uncreative slug.

At first, I had no time and no energy because I was extremely busy with work stuff.

Then, I had no time and no energy because I was busy with Thanksgiving related family stuff. And I have to say, in general, Thanksgiving went better than I expected it to go. Although, watch out world, because apparently my father has purchased a taser. This is not good news for anyone. At least he’s a doctor, so if he tasers someone into heart failure, he can always revive them.

By Saturday, I had the time, but not the energy, as Seamus ran a short, and yet exceedingly successful campaign to completely stress me out and exhaust me.

Friday night I went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with my brother and his girlfriend. The only show we could get tickets for was at 10:35 pm so I didn’t get home until 1:30 am or so. Which meant that when Seamus had his seizure at 3 am, I had barely gotten to sleep. When he has his seizures, we take him outside. It seems to help him recover faster. Plus he tends to throw up after seizures, and it is much easier to deal with that outside. So John walked him around, and then I walked him around, and did I mention it was something like 15 degrees out? And eventually he got better, and we went back to bed.

The next morning, as I was walking him around all bleary-eyed and stupid from lack of sleep (I had to get up, because guess who had his annual vet appointment that morning) his leash detached itself from his collar. By the time my befuddled mind realized what had happened, Seamus had flashed me a look of pure glee and taken off into the woods. And I couldn’t find him. After much fruitless search and calling, I trudged back home to wake John up and share the joy with him. Oh and to call the vet and tell them that we weren’t going to make it to our appointment on time.

So John got up, also cranky from lack of sleep and worry about the hound. Did I mention that the woods back up to the highway? It’s a pretty decent sized stretch of woods, but Seamus can cover a lot of ground, and we were both worried he’d run over by the highway and get hit by a car or something. But anyway, he poked his head up when he heard John calling him, and then took off into the underbrush again – what a fun game! Naturally, the woods are filled with pricker bushes, so John and I are covered in scratches. Eventually we split up and John recaptured our naughty little boy. And then I took Mr. Seamus to the vet, who had very nicely agreed to fit him in after we missed our appointment. Really, my vet is so nice. They were worried about him being in the woods too.

The good news is, Seamus is in excellent health, although they said that his eyes are getting cloudy and his night vision may be worsening. But guess how much blood work to check the seizure medication levels for a doggie costs? $200! And then I spent a bunch of money on a new leash and collar, because there will be no more escaping. Also, Seamus totally peed on a display in Petsmart while I was looking at the leashes. So embarrassing!

So Saturday was shot in terms of blogging. I could barely string two coherent sentences together verbally, let alone in written form. I did make a yummy lasagna though.

And Sunday, I was just tired. Again. Still? It’s hard to say. I think I’m so tired because I’ve been working very hard on getting in shape (one of my goals for my fertility treatment break) and I haven’t hit that point where the exercise starts making more energetic. Plus, healthy=no soda=no caffeine, since I despise coffee and drink decaf tea.

I hope that energy thing hits soon though. Today at work I was so lethargic as to be on the verge of slipping into a coma, and that’s not cool.