Today, I came home from some volunteer work I do, and my son is gone (not surprising, I really didn't expect him to be home), and the front door behind the glass open, his pillow on the sofa instead of the cover I have to protect it from the dogs sitting on it, none of his chores done, and one of my dogs is missing. She's an escape artist. She's also going into heat. We've also been told by the city fathers if they find her out again, we will have to go to court and pay court costs for an out of control animal.
I am worried about her. She's a beautiful pedigree golden retriever from a champion blood line. She never met a person she didn't like. She did have a name tag with our phone number on the collar but we haven't gotten any calls.
Son, who went to his brother's without taking his meds still hasn't taken his meds. They are for depression. One of them This is three full days without them. Oy veh! I can see crises on the horizon!
A part of me, the darker, paranoid part, is wondering if son had a temper tantrum and did something to the dog, but I can't see him doing that.
He's at risk for convulsions from cold turkeying on one of those meds. And he came home from his brother's especially last night to take his meds.
Welp I avoided the pig out desires, barely. Went to Walmart instead.
But my worry, anxiety and distress are being made worse that I am having change of life hormonal problems and I've been sitting on the same weight for two weeks.
In fact, it cycles up as much as 4 lbs. Then I drop the water weight, then I start over again.
I feel I'm getting ready for a TOM, PMS symptoms for almost 3 weeks! Unfair!
Ah well. After losing 40 + pounds, I guess it's my turn to pause.
But I feel so yucky. Puffy, achey, blue, and I want my Hunter doggie back!
Rough Day, rough week
