This week our world has been Jinx. I spent every night sleeping on the couch so that I could be right beside her and support her when she needs it. In many ways, she's been getting better. She's eating, drinking, moving around a bit, even finding a couple of her favourite spots to curl up in. But she's also trembling and has such a hard time getting up, turning over and moving her legs. We're enjoying every moment we can with her and watching her closely to make sure she's not in any pain or distress. She's been my little Jinx since Shannon pointed her out at the Humane Society 18 years ago. I love her so much. It's going to be unbearable to say goodbye.
I have been holding on for some help. Waiting for library books and to see my doctor on Thursday. Turns out the books I got are very religious (which was so offensive), I got poured on in the rain (note wet pants), had to put hiking boots on my very burned feet and go to the doctor. Who cancelled on me suddenly. I consider her my only confidante here and had a total temper freak out in the washroom. I may have broken something.
I went back and spoke with another doctor to get meds but I really wanted to start a plan on making sure my medical info is up to date, getting tests done of me and my concerns about cancer. And just to say to someone, I need help.
Oh well. Bought some "light brown" hair dye instead. Hair therapy on Friday instead.