Today is the day I have been waiting for since I became old enough to go out to bars. Chris turns 21 and I can not celebrate with him. So it's a win lose situation but I just hope he has a fun and safe birthday celebration. I also wish I could go to Rhode Island tomorrow but work prevents that from happening unfortunately.
Madison had surgery yesterday to get some bumps on her chest removed. Coming home from work last night was heartbreaking because she was just laying there and for those who have ever met Madison, this is highly unusual. She followed me with her eyes when I was petting her and wagged her tail very little. But hopefully she will start to feel better soon because I do not like when Madison is sad. Plus, all the other pets know something is wrong; Mandy was a nervous wreck all day yesterday and when I came home last night she looked so sad and barely moved as well when I walked into the room. Animals have a weirddddd sixth sense on knowing when something is wrong.
As any typical day after blood work, my primary doctor called to tell us my INR levels which still suck. This means I have to up my medicine to 2.5 pills several times a week. When I got on the phone to ask about a stomach issue and cold medicine, with the response not so informative, she told me she wanted to see me in the next week or so because she hadn't seen me in a while. Well of course you haven't because I'm pretty sure the first time I saw you was that Thursday following going to the hospital when this all started. Which means two months ago. Way to stay on top of it doctor.
Also, the mean woman from that first blood work must only work on Thursdays because she was there again instead of Helen. However, this time she was friendly enough even saying she remembered my first name and the first letter of my last name and my place in the standing order file that they have. I was impressed. Slowly my first impressions unravel about people, even though her personality still lacks, I break people down to love me eventually.
The next forty eight hours are going to be busy busy. I work till four today then I have to get ready, go out to dinner with my Tommy, go out for Sara's birthday, sleep, work at 7 till four tomorrow then get ready and go to Terminal 110 for a goodbye party for one of my favorite managers at WW with Greg. I'm going to need those two days off to just recover from these next forty eight hours. Catch me if you can :)
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