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My Life Thus Far
I'm Just Holding On
Zephyr update: No seizures or tremors since we attempted to give him his medicine last night. He didn't drink any water, eat any food, or use his box last night, but this morning he peed. I'm guessing residual fluids he got at the hospital. He's been hanging out under our bed, but he came out early this morning and let me love on him. He even got in bed with me an laid on my chest. He must have purred a solid 90 minutes while I stroked his coat and talked to him. I hope he feels how much I love him, and I hope I'm offering him even a tiny percentage of the comfort he's always given me. I can't imagine what it would be like not having this soul by my side at least another 15 years. Minimum. I can't lose him yet. Or never, really but I know life doesn't work that way.
I got a little pissed at Snookums today. He called out from work. There was no reason for him to do that. I only worked until 1:30pm today. I had my to do list planned, and I didn't need him here. It's like he'll find any reason to get out of working. Like his parents giving him money is license to blow off work. No work ethic unless he deems it necessary. I voiced my concerns to him and he didn't respond. At all. Not one goddamn word. It's infuriating living with a person who keeps making the same shitty choices. When is he going to learn? When is he going to grow up and stop expecting his dad to cover his ass for him? When is he going to put in the work it takes to live the life his dad lives? If you couldn't tell, I'm a little bitter about it. My husband essentially is a giant child. Sweet? Yes. Irresponsible? Very. We're never going to have anything to build on at this rate.
Since I've been home Zephyr drank a little tuna water (Snookums gave him the water out of a can of tuna. Not vegan, but you wanna guess how many fucks I give? In this instance, I'm putting Zephyr before a fish that's already dead. Speciesism, I know. So if any vegans are reading this - which I doubt, I'm sorry - but only a little), and he's used his box a few times. Progress! The vet called to check on him. She wants him eating within the next two days. Normally it would be within the next day, but because he's such a big guy, she's giving him a little wiggle room. Fingers crossed, he really is doing better though. No tremors or seizures is a big deal.
There really isn't much else I feel compelled to talk about. Snookums put drain cleaner in the shower, so I'm writing now to give it time to work. I went into the bathroom, opened the stall door, and the shower still had a puddle of filthy water from when he showered over an hour ago. I don't understand why he would let it get like that. I mostly take baths, but it never fails. When I want a shower, it's a cesspool. Ugh.
I work a full day tomorrow, and I'm so not looking forward to it. Whoever decided work days should be 8 hours long was an asshole. I'm fully productive for about 6 hours. The other two hours are countdown until off time. I think a lot of European countries have adopted a 6 hour work day. They've got the right idea. I'm in a place of discontent with work again, but I'm feeling utterly trapped, and I don't feel like I can focus enough to do anything about it right now. I'm just holding on. For dear life. Things have got to get better soon.
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