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Quick meltdown.

Opie's breathing keeps getting worse and worse. We try new meds, but nothing helps. The doctor says the tumor will eventually split through the bones in his skull. I avoid thinking about this image at all costs.

The house inspection that was supposed to happen this morning got rescheduled, tentatively for this coming Thursday afternoon. It had to be rescheduled because yesterday at around noon, the homeowner decided she didn't want to get up at 8:00 this morning (getting up at the butt crack of dawn isn't my idea of a party either, honeycakes). I've made it quite clear to my realtor that I want *no* fines, fees, or other penalties assessed to me if this thing comes in late, seeing as how I had the inspection scheduled a week ago, and thus held up my end of the bargain. We're still waiting to find out about Thursday, since the homeowner is not answering her phone, and her voicemail is full.

Meanwhile work keeps piling up (we have a new person, but she's been poorly trained, and is therefore not a whole lot of help), and shit keeps rolling downhill.

Oh look -- I'm being paged.

At the moment, all I can do is stare at Dan's leftover needle caps, sitting on my desk. Sweet sweet needles, singing me their siren song ...


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May. 6th, 2008 09:09 pm (UTC)
Poor kitty. Do you think it's time to let him go?

Crazy homeowner. She'd have a lot of nerve, to hassle you for delays she's caused.

No needles. You know this.
May. 6th, 2008 09:16 pm (UTC)
In order of appearance:

1. The vet said to keep an eye on his appetite. When he stops being interested in food is when I'm supposed to worry.

2. I don't think it's nerve: I think it's genuine, might-benefit-from-medication insanity.

3. I can't even bring myself to touch them to move them away. I guess they're just gonna hafta stare at me.
May. 7th, 2008 02:55 am (UTC)
You should tell Dan that his mother doesn't work there, so he should clean up after himself
May. 7th, 2008 03:56 am (UTC)
At least I've trained him to throw away his bloody napkins.
May. 8th, 2008 03:23 am (UTC)
1. Poor Opie. Poor you and Tino and Jacob. This is heart wrenching. Please give him a kiss and some love from me. That's just terrible.

2. Ewww...on the needles...in a store that sells food no less. I think I may have said that before.

3. Yea on the house, Boo on the flaky homeowner.

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