August 9th, 2005


Killing me softly. Shadow. Work.

Dog is very, very sick - not enough red blood cells to replenish what he's got, bleeding still won't stop, "the reservoir is low and there's a crack in the dam." Not sure what the right thing to do is, in part because they just don't know what is wrong. I don't mind spending money to get him well, but I really want to know if he has something that is fixable. (Is it leukemia? Does he have an immune system problem? Is it canine walking pneumonia?) And I hate the idea of just letting him waste away - he seems like he's in good health, underneath the wheezing and the bloody nose. I'm afraid if we take him up to the fancy dog clinic we'll just spend a pile of money and get no better results than we are getting right now - keep him on antibiotics and see if he gets better.

Poor baby. I really want my sweet Shadow to be better. The phone should ring soon, and I hope it will be the vet calling to help me figure out what to do.

And work is insane for me right now - even though I'm hitting LJ to blow of some stress about this and it's sucking up ten minutes of my time. I'm guessing I'm going to be working this weekend: in the eight hours I have a day, I only have about two a day I can devote to actually doing "work," so if I need to get my "work" done I have to stay after hours to do it. I'm tranferring responsibilities as quickly as possible, but when you have to train people you just can't get things done quickly enough to make it really go away, so unpaid OT is the way to go. Like I said, I always meet my deadlines, but that's because the pound of flesh needed to do it comes out of my own hind end.