Sorry I have not been commenting as much, my life has become a lot busier! In a good way (see yesterday’s post). I hope to catch up on reading when I am through with my training. I love the blogosphere and don’t want to leave!
I am LOVING my job at the veterinary hospital. It brings me such joy to care for peoples’ sources of joy. I take good care of them if they are sick, old, need a bath, need physical therapy, need a place to board, or just a checkup. If the dog or cat is nervous, chances are the owner is nervous about being away from his/her baby for the afternoon, as well! And it is such a nice thing to see the owner smile with relief when you bring a happy dog or cat up to the lobby. And when one of our animals gets adopted, that is also a wonderful feeling. Animals are happy in the hospital, because we take really good care of them and give them lots of individual attention, but there is nothing like a home. A tuxedo cat named Earl went home today. He squirms when he gets his one eye drop at mealtimes but other than that, he is very happy-go-lucky and in your face looking for love! I have fallen in love with a chihuahua named Fritz who doesn’t yip, he just dances in circles when he’s excited (which is often). He loves his walks and his toys and his teeny belly rubs. I never thought I’d like a small dog too much, but he won me over on the first day! Of course I called my parents to see if they would take him in, haha. But they have their hands full at the moment.
I am getting used to waking up at 5am pretty well. I leave my house by 6:30. My skin is freaking out a little bit at this lifestyle change, but it’ll get over it. I see my derm soon, anyway. My dog isn’t quite used to his new schedule, but he’s only 1 year old and will adjust soon enough. He’s used to me sleeping in. My cats love that I am awake with them at dark:thirty. They are eager to help me (or derail me) as I get ready in the bathroom each morning. No one complains about an earlier breakfast except for me. :p
I have been having a very hard time eating. I learned why. I have extremely bad acid reflux, and that is why it hurts to eat. It feels like someone is stabbing me under the center of my sternum, and the pain takes my breath away. I’m not too much of a complainer, so I didn’t look up this symptom for a long time. I also experience horrible headaches due to grinding my teeth because of my psych meds. For the headaches, I have been taking 33% more of an NSAID than I should’ve been taking every day for about 3 months. This led to my esophagus getting holes worn in it from stomach acid (acid reflux) (stabbing feeling).
So now I’m on ANOTHER medication. It is slowly helping. I need to see a dentist about grinding my teeth, a chronic pain doctor for my headaches and physical therapy for grinding my teeth, and hopefully not a specialist about the acid reflux, unless the OTC meds and herbal supplements don’t help by the end of the week. Good thing I’m insured (thanks mom and dad).
If I weren’t so happy about my job, I’d be pretty down about the stomach stuff and my favorite headache medicine (naproxen) being taken away from me. But I am so happy that I just do my job, and it distracts me. I realize I am a little hypomanic and that is helping most things. I’m trying to take it easy and slow down so I don’t fall too hard later on.
I hope all of you are well!
Catch up soon,