My luck has SUCKED this past year, my friends have commented that I have the luck of an innocent man on death row. I don't think I could have made it through as well as I did without having a tail wagging reason to get up in the morning. Especially since I just got hit by the gas bill from the furnace leak a few months ago ($500!!). Gas company said it went past my meter, therefore I pay for it. My landlord is choking over who pays it since I said his furnace, his problem.
Thanks for the wellwishes, I'll be fine :)
I'm pregnant (through multiple forms of bc as well since I can't take anything hormonal), and have a rare form of morning sickness that ended up with me hospitalized when I got so dehydrated despite drinking 12 glasses of water a day that it took 10 minutes to take blood samples. I'd thought it was the flu until my lips and fingernails turned blue and I figured I should probably see a doctor. The walkin was closed due to doctor shortage so I ended up in Urgent Care.
They fully expect me to end up in the hospital a few times more because of it. I've also got more serious complications that give me a 25% chance of keeping the baby. They're not sure if I'll carry, hence the orders to take it EXTREMELY easy.
So I'm miserably ill, can barely eat and they're threatening me with anti nauseants they give chemo patients and tube feeding if I don't behave myself.
It usually takes straps and chains to keep me off my feet but OH threatened me with the same AND to enforce the doctors' threats. I've been busying myself searching the net for snarky comebacks to the comments I'm already getting about how I should be giving up the dog as this breed is dangerous, they're baby eaters. I took an example off this board and replied 'yeah, if the kid doesn't get along with the dog I'll have to rehome the kid'.
Sometimes I wonder what people are on. Orion thinks of kids as the worlds greatest invention, walking pez dispensers; their sandwiches and cookies are just at snout level and sulks desperately that she's not allowed around them unsupervised to take advantage of this buffet and lick them all over while she's at it.
Orion is more than slightly ecstatic that I'm home 24/7. All her Christmas' have come at once. Once I'm cleared for light activity, I'm putting a small amount of the money I had set aside for moving to Alberta (I got the job too.. $17 an hour *sigh) and going to pester Orion's foster family. Who happens to be one of the top agility trainers in Manitoba. She'd LOVE to see one of her puppies again and we've both been too busy to coordinate a time. Orion's heel needs some serious work... and that agility equipment is beckoning.