Let’s see, in a nutshell: Saturday I took the cats to the vet for their annual exam. Thena has a spot in her eye that turned up a month or so ago (I’m revising this from my original estimate of 2-3 months ago, since I always seem to overestimate time). Wasn’t bothering her in the least, so I decided to wait until they were due for their exams to have it checked out.
Then I went to a spa appointment that I had booked for relaxing me time – facial and manicure.
That evening, I was up until the very wee hours with Ben, who I haven’t seen in awhile. Talked until my throat was sore, good times.
Sunday morning wake up feeling sick, which has held over. Also woke up to my period. Awesome fun.
Vet called me back on Saturday saying she thought that the ophthalmologist vet should check her out. The local vet wasn’t in until today, so I had to wait to get the referral and so on.
Now I have an appointment with the ophthalmologist vet in May (still better than my annual exam, which got booked for July), and I’m pretty much assuming the worst because that’s what I do when my pets are involved and when I’m tired and sick and emotional.
And I just got asked to have a meeting with my manager at 1:30 with no context, so I feel like today’s going from bad to worse – and that I’m in some kind of big trouble. Yay.