*just snuggles the pupper*

Sunday, I was dealing with sleep deprivation because I forgot to get my nighttime med refilled. Monday I just felt like shit so I stayed home from therapy. Tuesday night was when Mom decided to have Cisco put down (he was severely jaundiced and peeing outside his box). Wednesday, I took Cisco to the vet to be put down. Thursday was the toe stuff. Friday, found out about Uncle Ted.

So, yeah. This week has sucked for me. I'm not as upset about Uncle Ted as I was about Cisco because I rarely saw Uncle Ted, just at holidays when I was little, and at weddings as I got older.

Still might be best to get your toe dealt with now, before it becomes more of an issue. My toe doesn't hurt, it's just annoying to wear most shoes right now. Socks, I haven't had an issue with, thankfully.

*tells Codyjr to give more loves*

Codyjr: *hokay! Loves!*

Yeah, it's just a matter of finding time. I've got work this week during the week, a chiropractor appointment, and a funeral to find and go to. And I'm still not fully over being rattled in the head from the migraine.

AND I still have to wash my stronger pair of five fingers, because I accidentally soaked 'em in a bucket that turned out to smell like rotten blood.

I'm sick and tired of death. my uncle has 1-2 months, tops. Best case scenario is if he goes in his sleep, without pain and suffering.

*hug*

Codyjr: *kissies!*

I went to a funeral today. I saw graves by the roadside, like in a dream I've had for years!

EDIT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01QgNRm2OYg I can see Optima Prima buying this place and packing all the kids and staff there. Remodeling the house for less bars and changing the massive closet to more bunk beds for toddlers and little kids to sleep in.

Dad gets another toe removed next week. I'm probably gonna be getting another couple ingrowns dealt with next week as well.

You know the probably vindictive and petty thing I think of when I think of your dad losing his toes?

When he had the cats declawed.

*bonks my head at myself*

That wasn't his decision. It was Mom's.

And he wasn't able to get his bad toe removed today, because they had to work on his veins first, and they perforated one, so he's gotta wait 'til next week.

Mom told me that if Dad loses the rest of his toes, he'll be unable to walk, and that means I'll have to be his caregiver during the day. I am not physically or mentally able to do that. so I linked her a google search for places Dad could get a prosthetic so he can maintain his independence and be able to walk.

Ahhhh. Sorry, my bad.

Good grief. You have to take care of HER dog, and she wants you taking care of everything else.

...Sorry. I think I'm hormonal.

no worries.

I've sent her a link to a google search for prosthetics. Because I am not mentally or physically able to care for Dad.

*hug* Thanks.

While watching this, I kept thinking of you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O82o15Asq54