plix (imported) wrote: Sun May 25, 2014 6:31 am
I am glad to hear that you have found a new job. It sounds like this job may be a better fit for you than the last one. I definitely love to stand and move about when I am working. Keep us posted on how it is going!
I hope you can visit Quebec City soon!
In the meantime I had an interview for yet another job. I am waiting to hear about this new opportunity. I was contacted and asked to please come in and meet with the manager. If they do want me to work there I may work part time at my current job. Of course I am still buying lottery tickets. Working two jobs may have it's rewards such as that trip to Quebec City.
I am sitting here at work. I balanced and completed the audit by 3:00 AM. I have a few small tasks but the only thing I can do is watch the hands on the clock. At 7:00 AM my night will be over and I get to walk my dog.
When I first started training I wondered if my no T and frequently concussed brain could learn a whole new set of tasks. This is not healthcare after all. Good news I am doing it. Trust me I am not an expert but everyone is pleased with my work. Management has received some nice comments from corporate reps that know me. So I am learning and appreciated. What a nice combination.
I am living proof old eunuchs can learn new tricks.
I seem to remember you once saying, "It is not what is behind a zipper that counts." I want to endorse that. It is true. What matters is what is in the heart. If you are really in love, it doesn't matter at all what is behind a zipper.
A friend was over this evening. She and I have been friends for years and we had a good time catching up. I was wearing shorts and she asked if I now shave my legs. I was stunned by this question but should have expected it. I am much less hairy than I once was.
Sadly I took the easy way out. She knew of my abuse and so I mentioned that all the abuse dropped my T levels. I was not in the mood to educate her on eunuchs. I think she felt bad she asked and I felt bad that I did not want to explain it all. I forget that people remember me for who I had been.
I have been a bitch lately and I am trying to figure out why. A dear sweet friend sent me a text based on her religious beliefs. Well she got ripped a new asshole via text. I thought I only thought about sending the text but actually sent it. Shades of my alternate personality again. It had been dormant for so long and now it seems to be the side of me that is prevalent. I do not think I will risk sending texts or e-mails. A woman called about making a reservation and she was a bitch and I almost let her have it.
There have been some negative events locally and the stress of learning the new job might be the trigger. Fatigue from working two different shifts might be to blame. Whatever triggered it tugon the bitch is on the rampage. I am trying not to punch republicans or christians. And this fucking computer that keeps capitalizing christians.
Even my own dog is acting so spoiled. We take long walks but as soon as we get close to the apartment he sits or lies down and will not budge. I call, offer treats and soon lose my composure. Oh good another male that will not listen to me. I did smack him on his butt this morning which I had not done before. I think it made him more determined not to move. He gives me a look like I am in charge here. In my current state I resent the hell out of his stubbornness. Growing up with a lot of physical and verbal abuse I never use physical punishment but some rotten words come out of my mouth. He does finally move when he notices I am frothing.
So most of my posts may be less than charming and so I will avoid making any. I will avoid people as I can until this is over. Interestingly important people get the worst of my behaviors. People who I work with or help at my job only see my sweet side. All others be warned.
Had a good cry at an appointment today. My dog has been producing bloody urine for two days so off to the vet. I found out that my neutered dog has a large prostate. He is on antibiotics in case it is only prostatitis and the symptoms should be greatly reduced in a few days. He took that finger without a whimper or a yelp. He will be on antibiotics for a week then on the 21st he will have an ultrasound and possibly a biopsy if symptoms have not lessened. So far he is doing better than I am.
My vet is so kind with us both. She knows how important my dog is to me and gives him very good care. Dr. P was so reassuring but sadly I am so neurotic about my dog. The tears still flowed. I cannot imagine life without him.
He started the bloody urine on last night's walk. I worried the whole night about what might be wrong and if he will be okay when I got home. I opened his bedroom door and he was jumping around and grinning because I was home. Oh and because I had a Taco Bell crunch wrap. I was so glad to see him that I did not mind finding his bed urine soaked. I did not mind because there was not a sight of blood. As we were walking the bloody urine began again. That is when I called our vet's office and they got us in quickly.
Soon the neighbors will be talking about me walking my dog and keeping a close eye on every stream. They may think me an odd man as I intently watch my dog's urine color.
I know just what you mean, when our pets hurt we are in as much pain as they are. I think its worse then having your own kids. We bring them in our home and soon they become an extension of who we are.
Riverwind (imported) wrote: Sun Jul 13, 2014 8:57 am
I know just what you mean, when our pets hurt we are in as much pain as they are. I think its worse then having your own kids. We bring them in our home and soon they become an extension of who we are.
I hope your best friend is better soon.
River
Thank you so much River. We are a case of who rescued who. Corky and I were standing on the side of the road one day and a gentleman passing by commented on how much like me was my dog. He thought we were both bright, observant and neither would hurt a flea. I was pleased and surprised by his comments. Corky is one of a kind.
I hope that Corky is doing better (and you, too). I understand how important you are for each other. An enlarged prostate is not that rare for an older male dog – especially one who has been castrated (the opposite of humans). Your vet has probably seen a great many of them and knows the most effective treatment for it. My thoughts are with the two of you.
Checked messages today and Corky's vet left a message. She looked at the specimen and saw lots of white blood cells but no funky cells that might be cancerous. Sounds like just an infection but she will follow up this Monday. She is so kind to reassure me and she knows I need it. Yes I got a little tearful in the exam room. After all other than my dog who is goi
tugon (imported) wrote: Tue Apr 10, 2012 8:06 am
ng to sit in my lap and lick my face?
Now for the insensitive people in my life. I shared with a friend Corky's problems and my fears. She sent back a note where to find a new beagle. OMG I do not want a new beagle I want the one I have. Oh and "he is just a dog" does not sit well with me.
Thank you Jesus for your support. Corky is about 7 years old but he knows I expect him to be with me for many more years. My dream is for the two of us to be walking in the woods and both our hearts will give up at the same time. I just hope I fall away from him so my falling body is not blamed for his death.
