“Never go to bed angry” is one of the earlier pieces of advice I heard, or read, or somehow acquired. Who knows where from, or what it was for, or why, but it’s advice I have occasionally worked quite hard to follow.
Tonight is an excellent example. Tonight I am feeling very put upon and sorry for myself – to be honest, I have been for most of the week, because this week has been awful, and I feel like I’ve been dumped on by people who should be trying to relieve my burdens, and by people who I felt should have recognised that.
I have been sick. Not sniffles sick, but full on fever, vomiting, delirium, the works. This will be the fifth day. I still have a fever.
On top of that we’ve had no power to our hot water cylinder, which I’ve been tasked with finding a resolution for (long story, no one wants it to be their fault, I JUST WANT HOT WATER).
The dog had a really bad hotspot and needed to be seen by the vet. That same night my friend’s dearly beloved cat and companion took a very sudden turn for the worse, and when I met her in the emergency clinic, it was decided that she would not be returning home with us.
I had a nurse’s appointment, then a doctor’s appointment. An exam. Still no hot water.
My lovely human (who I will gently address this with) said with a stern voice “we have to do something about this food in the fridge, it’s all going to go off! We’re going to have to give it away!” Except his tone of voice meant that I was the one who would have to do this, along with everything else. “I can smell the dog, you’ll have to clean the cushions after this,” while I’m lying on the couch, unable to keep more than toast and honey down or stay conscious for much longer than an hour.
I am exhausted. Tonight I mistook the dog’s medication for the cat’s medication, so off we went to the after hours vet clinic to have vomiting induced (which didn’t happen … until we got home!). I even had a little cry in the waiting room while everything just hit me.
So I’m feeling very sad and put upon. And not without reason, either, it’s been a catastrophically shit week and it just doesn’t seem to want to end. It’s taking a lot of effort not to mope and sulk and be petty. It’s when I feel like this that I know I’m at nope point and I need to take some time to relax.
A bit of music goes a long way, so while I’m waiting for my cat to be a bit more conscious, I’m chilling. Then I will sleep!