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Chaos Is My Constant Companion
So update on yesterday's thrilling entry.
I am now on day 1.5 of the antibiotics prescribed to me. They are a pain in the ass, because they can't be taken with any minerals, including calcium. Well hell you have to take them on an empty stomach period- 1 hour before, or 2-3 hours after you eat- twice a day. So I'm taking it at 6am and 4pm. Should probably be more like 5 and 4 but oh well. They *might* actually be working- but it's too soon to tell. I still had to take my theraflu tonight. I think the inhaler is useless. Or I'm doing it wrong. But it's not rocket science, so you guess what I think.
My sister was in labor all night. I told my mom that she wasn't having that kid until the weee hours of the morning. I figured 2 or 3 but she had him at 4am (they texted me). I managed to get my ass over there this morning- but I didn't see my nephew- he was in intensive care this morning for some tests and whatnot and didn't make it back to the room before I left. Oh well. Not like I won't be living with the kid. I have to try to make it over there tomorrow morning anyway- they need me to drop off the car seat.
Speaking of kids, I took my foster kittens in to the shelter this afternoon to stay in the spay/neuter clinic tonight. They're getting their operations in the morning. I'm really gonna miss them. They are cool little kittens. Vincent is coming back with me probably Friday so that the volunteer's friend can more than likely adopt him Tuesday. I'm happy about that. I'll just have to worry about my other two kids going up for general adoption Friday. Nobody is good enough.
I'm quitting fostering this season. With the new nephew in the house I don't want to risk getting blamed for making him sick. It's a welcome break/excuse though. It really adds to my stress level- and mostly for the emotional toll it takes on me when they're sick, when I know I need to get home to take care of them, or when I turn them in at the end for adoption. I love them, but I hate the process. When I know I have kittens home waiting for me to feed, clean and play with them- I tend to do that instead of having a life, going to the gym or doing things for my own animals.
Speaking of own animals, Sway has to go see the vet again. She's got some weird shaped growths (?) or something, and one has a scab on it now. I'm hoping it's not a busted cyst but it doesn't look like the ones I've seen on her so far. I have no idea. So I need to consult with him to see what we should do- could she stand another (her third) operation at almost three years old???
I hate my job. I should be in a good mood. People are supposed to be happy about family additions right? Well, even if I was supposed to, my job quickly dashes any positive thoughts. When I came in to work one of my two co-workers at the desk today had brought in her foster kitten who was sick. She was frantic and crying. The poor woman has had the worst luck with them getting sick and dying. She refused to take any fosters this year due to that very fact- but of course as with every staff member- they break you down with guilt and you take them. She only takes single bottle babies. Which if you think about it logically isn't a good idea. The single bottle babies don't seem to have a good survival rate- maybe their moms abandoned them for a reason? I don't know. But, unfortunately her foster turned up with kitty parvo and had to be put down. She went home for the day. So there was only two of us.
We are still under quarantine for the parvo case in our dog kennels. So it continues to be utter chaos in the shelter. The "procedures" and "policies" are changing on a daily basis- and very often we aren't even told about it. So we get to look stupid. Thereby raising our stress levels. The stupid, incapable management process is getting more ridiculous by the day- there's a meeting it seems every day, if not more than once. Impeding normal business and flow. There's no logic anywhere to be seen. I would SO love to walk out that door.
Interesting note. This will be the first day since I got back that I have not spoken with AZ. I called and left a message- but no call back.
I need to feed my ratties and go to bed. I'm out.
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