After all that automotive turmoil and ruining my finances, I once again pulled myself together. Only I was ill. I'm not super ill or anything, just run down and tired (probably from all that crying) but forging on and fighting the good fight.
Then yesterday happened. Not only did this ASSHAT that I am forced to work with piss me off tremendously, but I got to have the most awesome evening ever. Before I even begin, let me just say that my plan had been to go home, let Johan out for awhile, and then go directly to bed. Here is what happened instead.
I went home and was talking to my friend when I went to let the pig out. Then I started freaking out and making ungodly noises because OH MY FUCKING GOD his eye!!! One of Johan's eyes was enormous and creepy and freaking me out and what do I do? Once my friend realized I wasn't being attacked, he kindly suggested that I hang up and call the vet. I tried the animal hospital across the street but they don't take guinea pigs (then I think you should be called a VET and not a HOSPITAL but that's just because I have a DIFFICULT animal). Then I called his normal vet and they said I could come in and be treated like a walk in.
It just looks so creepy. I mean, it's like I'm living with a small, furry version of the Eyeballer.
I was told that he has an ulcer on his eye. It could be from trauma (he may have walked into something or poked himself in the eye with hay) or he might have an abscess behind the eye. I get to put ointment on the eyeball three times a day (so I not only get to stare at it, I get to try and manage to get ointment on it) and give him an oral anti inflammatory twice a day (much easier). If I don't see improvement in a few days, I have to call the vet. If he has an abscess (gulp), they'll have to remove the eye to get to it.
I have taken to sleeping in my closet because my apartment is so cold (I have a large walk in closet) and now I might have a one eyed guinea pig. Can we stop with the eccentricity (seriously though, my bedroom is cavernous and freezing and the closet is warm and cozy).
But poor Johan. He doesn't seem to notice anything amiss so hopefully this was caught in time (what the fuck dude?! Your eye was fine yesterday). And I really hope he doesn't have to lose the eye. Poor little fellow. When we got home I very guiltily just put him back in his cage with some parsley and went and hid in my closet for the rest of the night. My plan was to go to bed early and I'd just drifted off when my neighbor called me and started texting me. So now, when I get home, I get to go with her to the leasing office because I'm her witness that I told another neighbor that this one spot was handicapped (she didn't know because of the snow) and I guess words were exchanged and whatever. She's a very nice lady and has been kind to me but dude, really? From now on I am not talking to a damn person after 8:59 (I didn't actually answer my phone but I responded to her text this morning).
So I have zero point zero dollars in the bank, I despise my work situation, my guinea pig has health problems, and my free time is spent in a closet hiding from the world. I am just killing this whole business of being a grown up, aren't I? This pretty much sums up my life these days:
Then yesterday happened. Not only did this ASSHAT that I am forced to work with piss me off tremendously, but I got to have the most awesome evening ever. Before I even begin, let me just say that my plan had been to go home, let Johan out for awhile, and then go directly to bed. Here is what happened instead.
I went home and was talking to my friend when I went to let the pig out. Then I started freaking out and making ungodly noises because OH MY FUCKING GOD his eye!!! One of Johan's eyes was enormous and creepy and freaking me out and what do I do? Once my friend realized I wasn't being attacked, he kindly suggested that I hang up and call the vet. I tried the animal hospital across the street but they don't take guinea pigs (then I think you should be called a VET and not a HOSPITAL but that's just because I have a DIFFICULT animal). Then I called his normal vet and they said I could come in and be treated like a walk in.
It just looks so creepy. I mean, it's like I'm living with a small, furry version of the Eyeballer.
I was told that he has an ulcer on his eye. It could be from trauma (he may have walked into something or poked himself in the eye with hay) or he might have an abscess behind the eye. I get to put ointment on the eyeball three times a day (so I not only get to stare at it, I get to try and manage to get ointment on it) and give him an oral anti inflammatory twice a day (much easier). If I don't see improvement in a few days, I have to call the vet. If he has an abscess (gulp), they'll have to remove the eye to get to it.
I have taken to sleeping in my closet because my apartment is so cold (I have a large walk in closet) and now I might have a one eyed guinea pig. Can we stop with the eccentricity (seriously though, my bedroom is cavernous and freezing and the closet is warm and cozy).
But poor Johan. He doesn't seem to notice anything amiss so hopefully this was caught in time (what the fuck dude?! Your eye was fine yesterday). And I really hope he doesn't have to lose the eye. Poor little fellow. When we got home I very guiltily just put him back in his cage with some parsley and went and hid in my closet for the rest of the night. My plan was to go to bed early and I'd just drifted off when my neighbor called me and started texting me. So now, when I get home, I get to go with her to the leasing office because I'm her witness that I told another neighbor that this one spot was handicapped (she didn't know because of the snow) and I guess words were exchanged and whatever. She's a very nice lady and has been kind to me but dude, really? From now on I am not talking to a damn person after 8:59 (I didn't actually answer my phone but I responded to her text this morning).
So I have zero point zero dollars in the bank, I despise my work situation, my guinea pig has health problems, and my free time is spent in a closet hiding from the world. I am just killing this whole business of being a grown up, aren't I? This pretty much sums up my life these days:
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