it's been a very emotionally taxing week also. it's the nature of the job i do...
orangehead finally got her echocardiogram. i worked my regular 12 hour overnighter, (it was busy and hectic) rounded with the day shift, hightailed it outta there back to the apt to pick orangehead up, stuff her in the carrier and drive her to the local doc. i was 30 minutes late for the appt. and the doc wanted to examine her so i had to wait instead of dropping her off. finally, the doc examined her, and i planned on picking her up at 4pm...then realized once i was home, that i wouldn't be able to pick her up, drive her back to the apt, and get myself into manhattan by 5pm for a work related meeting. so, i drove instead of taking the subway for the meeting, which i hate to do before 7pm because i can't park on the street and have to use a parking garage which = $$$. i was 20 minutes late getting to the meeting due to traffic and, most importantly, lack of sleep... afterwards, i hightailed it outta there to get to the doc back in brooklyn to pick up orangehead. picture this: a beautifully warm and sunny day...everyone and their mother is driving...AND... it's 6:30PM (rush hour). needless to say, it was a long painful drive down the westside highway, towards the brooklyn bridge and a long and painful drive on the BQE. finally get to the animal hospital but, as is common ANYWHERE remotely near NYC or its boroughs, i'm stuck doing the "parking spot shuffle"...finally find a decent spot a block away and am off to pick up ms. kitkat. of course, i'll have to wait to talk to the doc later today because he's long gone. but orangehead looked good, not stressed and the nurse seemed to deliver her with a sense of joy (i think they really liked her! she was well behaved). off we go, me and my kitty to the car. and it's a less painful ride home but i still have to do the parking spot shuffle...
she ate like a beast and has an amusing shave job. ;-)
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a friend of mine sent me an article about Pope Benedict and his love of cats.
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tomorrow, or rather today since it's 3:25am, i'll be taking it easy. i missed visiting my Dad's grave on his anniversary...had a rough time at work that day, since a client came in in absolute despair over her pet. i spent 40 minutes trying to console her...her sobs reminded me of when i was told Dad died.
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death is real. it is final. you can't fix it. there are no do-overs. it's one thing when it happens on its own. when it happens at the hands of someone that is unfeeling, selfish, inhumane... i feel a tiny part of my heart worn down.
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