What a day. As if I haven't been feeling so well lately- now this. When I was washing my face this am I noticed that it looked like I had freckles on my right hand an wrist. What the f? Freaky and weird, little red dots and I don't know what it's from. B asked if I washed off the diesel oil I had got on me yesterday- I was helping him drain the old truck oil into the the containers the new stuff had come in. I don't know, it's been all day and now my hand and arm feel weak, just like I felt after I had the IV removed from when I was in the hospital last year. That was my WORST nightmare come true, and worse than I ever could've dreamed. Lately it's been my sinuses, I'm all stuffy and it gives me bad headaches and makes me feel tired. If this is allergies, it sucks. At least I got over that post nasal drip crap, that was the worst. Being claustrophobic and waking up unable to breathe is a pretty bad feeling. These little panic-attack things with the breathing are freaking me out, I don't panic unless it's a claustrophobic thing. It's such a stupid fear, I can't even sit in the El Camino (a 2-door car no less) without feeling like I'll die. The roof slants down too much, I feel like I'll be crushed. I was going to try to drive it someday when B was at work, just to get over this crap, but I can't sit in the car even if I have the door open- what a nutcase. The c thing is usually brought about by a car, elevators and crowds don't bother me a bit. I'd love to be hypnotized to stop that awful feeling, I know I'm fine, I'm safe, etc- my head just doesn't believe it. Luckily, in my life, it hasn't held me back from too many things. I know for sure I can't wear a full face helmet for a motorcycle or a scuba mask, those are 2 things which don't come up too much in everyday life for me. I remember that time in Howe Caverns when I freaked out, B was cool and told me to close my eyes and just hold his hand and follow him out. Caverns are no longer in my vacation plans. He sort of understands, he doesn't like crowds and hates airplanes with a total fear. I used to have the c problem when getting on the plane, not a problem anymore which is kind of strange considering all those people in such a small space- you can bet I would never use a bathroom on one though. Ok, time to take drugs (Benadryl sinus) and try to get some sleep, hope my hand is back to normal tomorrow, don't want to pay $90 to see Dr M again.

Well, it was an uneventful night, no puking to be had. Kelly seemed a bit lazy this morning, but she perked right up when she realized we were taking her and Katie for a walk. Dopey dogs, it takes a good 5 minutes to just get the darn collars on them. Kelly wears a harness, she's a dumb ass and will choke herself with a regular collar. Dogs- ours in particular- are so cute. I say they're just big hairy bags of love, who else would be so happy to see you even if you go in the garage for a few minutes? There's something to be said for a hairy nutcase jumping and barking the second you walk in the door. The walk thing never gets old with them, we started spelling it just so they won't tear the house apart in excitement before we go. Usually it just takes one of them to see me putting on my sneakers, usually Katie, and she does her combination bark/whine that sounds like Chewbacca and Scooby Doo. Next thing you know Kelly is barking, a sound that makes my ears ring and my temples throb. Katie is a smart dog, I usually get Kelly ready and Katie tries to get her own leash off the hook. She beats the crap out of it before we can get it on her. I don't even know how we learned she could do it, but B hands her the leash on the way home- she puts it in her mouth and trots home. If you say, "pick it up", she does and then keeps on going. She won't run home unless it's in her mouth, I gave her Kelly's leash one day and she dragged her across the neighbors yard to ours- pretty cute. Katie LOVES tennis balls, she's a great catcher and rarely misses. B used to show her off at the dog park, she would run and leap and twist in the air. She was attacked by another dog there a few months ago, it was a Lab, it punctured her ear twice and got her in the neck too. I'm not sure who was more traumatized- Katie, Kelly or me. We will NEVER go there again. Kelly is happy to play tug of war with pretty much anything, especially the thing we call her "blankie". When Katie was little and I was a real dork I bought her a coat from the Disney store. It's more of a cape, it has red plush on one side and a Dalmation print on the other. It was too big for her, and it even came with an extra section for the belly if you had a larger dog. Well, the belly section is the blankie, and that thing is tough. Considering the rough treatment it gets, it just started to come unsewn. I throw it in the wash now and then, doggie breath smell can be rather gross.

What the hell? Why do I get all the crappy jobs? He feeds them people food all the time as I constantly say it's not good for them, now there's something wrong with Kelly. She wanted to go out, and all she wanted to do was eat grass in the backyard. I've seen Katie do this more than a few times, so I know to keep her out there until she pukes, or guess who gets to clean up the floor in the house... She was out there for quite a while, I heard a cough, then the rustling noise of her feet trying to cover up her dump (or moon walking as I like to call it). I gave both of the girls one of the new Paul Newman peanut butter treats I got them (Katie won't even have one if she doesn't feel good) and Kelly gobbled hers up. She snoring on the floor by my feet right now, and I think she just farted- holy stink. He said he only gave her a little KFC chicken, I can imagine what else. It's bad enough that one of the cats is forever puking somewhere, this is just gross.
Anyway, I had my final interview for the job I want this am. It was my 4th time back! One was for the typing test, 2nd was for 1st interview, Mon it was an assessment test, and today. I really hope I get it, the pay is pretty low, but I need those health benefits. Besides, I think I will enjoy weekends off a bit more if I work during the week!
My very sweet neighbor mentioned it was her birthday today. She is the nicest woman, widowed right before Christmas last year. They were happily married for 10 years, 2nd time for both, and his heart gave out the night before he was going to get tested for a transplant. She was so miserable for so long, crying every day and today she said she took off her wedding ring. I was really surprised, but I told her to do what she feels right for her, it's the only thing she should do. He was a wonderful man and they acted like they were always so in love. She loves my dogs, always gives them treats (the doggie kind, so I don't mind) and calls them her granddogs. She's talking about selling the house and moving near her grandchildren, I don't want her to go but I understand why she would want to.
Long day, getting tired, there's so much more to tell. I really wanted this to be about the animals (really like our kids), but I guess there's always tomorrow. Hope for a puke-free night.