Yesterday was an okay day. We had half an hour to kill at work and there is this adorable cat up for adoption in the clinic. I played with him for the half an hour, cause everything was done and I figured he needed to run around and play. I did too. So we played. His name is Doug, I call him Dougie. Although I think he looks more like a Gary. Well after playing for awhile I stood up and just let him run around, but he really wanted to be by me. And I had an entertaining time watching him trying to jump up the counters, which he was to small to jump on. And as I giggled I suddenly felt little claws on the back of my leg, on my but, and then on my back. Suddenly there was a cute little big eyed face looking at me saying ‘Isn’t this great! I’m up here with you now! Love me!!’ And all this time my brain is registering slight pain and CAT. ON. MY. BACK. Once I got him to let go with his claws we laughed about it, but it was a slight unpleasant surprise that was completely outweighed with cuteness and love. I would adopt that cat if I could. And that’s alot coming from me.
So today I feel even crappier. I feel like complete shit actually. I think my body is still in shock. We had a dog attack today. No one got hurt, thank goodness, but it scared the hell outta me. It was me and a doc and we were trying to draw blood when all the sudden the dog lunged at her. We both backed up from the dog and stopped touching him cause usually that’s all it takes for them to stop. But then he lunged at her again, and then again. The third time he came very very very close to biting off her face, it caught her hair in it’s mouth. Thank god I had the leash in my hand still and I yanked it away. She moved back as far as she could, the owner was trying to control her other two large dogs that were in the room, and I just stood there holding a leash to an attacking dog thinking ‘oh my god, what if he turns on me?’ We got him to stop lunging by throwing treats at him, and after we made sure everyone was okay we booked it outta that room and muzzled that dog and got that stupid blood draw. Just for the record, he’s not a mean/bad dog. It was just to much and he snapped. It happens. But it scared the hell outta me. The doc said I did exactly what I needed to do and that I saved her life. Maybe not her life, but definitely her face. So I feel like I need a nice shot of Petron, however it costs nine dollars which is an hour of work and I just have issues spending that money. I think I would feel better, but whatever. I don’t know what I’m up to tonight, I’m lonely, depressed, and crappy. It was a rough day. Thank goodness for Dougie, after the attack I said I needed a break, stole the cat, and sat in one of the exam rooms for awhile just trying to get myself under control.
So everyone’s okay. I have a day off tomorrow. I feel absolutely horrible and I wish I had someone here with me. Of course I’m by myself, I’m always alone now. Sorry for the depressing post, but I’m still trying to ..well, feel better. I really don’t have anyone to talk to, so this might help.
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