The last ten days or so have been completely awful.
First, there's the truckload of work that has been dumped on to me by my editor. Results season is in for local companies so I have tons of events to cover and even more articles to write. The office is crazy. I am in there eleven hours a day, nine or ten if I'm lucky. The awful thing is that this STILL isn't enough time to cover everything I need to do.
That I can deal with. Sure, it's stressful, but what the hey. It's all part of the job, right?
Six months ago we found these lumps on Spunky's underside. There were two of them. We took her to the vet and he said not to worry about it as long as they didn't increase in size. Last week, my mother finally agreed with me that they were getting larger and we took her to the vet. The vet felt ANOTHER one, not visible to the eye. I insisted that they be removed and checked out. So she went through a pre-surgery blood panel to make sure she was healthy enough for the surgery.
She was, and she went for it, but the lumps were more vascularised than they foresaw and she ended up bleeding a LOT. The surgery was extended two hours longer than planned. We had to pick her up at 8 and she was skinnier than I've ever seen her in my life. She lost a good 3 kg in the whole process. I do not know how.
The next day she had a reaction to her painkillers and threw up a lot. Since then I've been having her eat about four small meals a day. She's much better now, but the worst isn't over. The surgery extracted the lumps, but they still need to be checked for cancer cells, the results for which will be out on Monday.
On top of all that, yesterday I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with ligamentous laxity in my wrists and hands... the doctor said it is an "occupational hazard" of being a student and a journalist because of all the writing and typing I do. Just feels like crap that my body is already falling apart at the age of 19.
I just feel awful about everything. It makes me want to cry. I feel like Spunky's whole ordeal is my fault for not having her spayed before her first heat cycle. Everything is accumulating and weighing down on my mind, and the trouble is I don't even HAVE the time to worry about this stuff with work getting so hectic. And I don't even feel like things are going to get better. The end is nowhere in sight.
I know I'm across the ocean from most of you guys, but please send good thoughts my way, especially for Spunky.
I am so terrified of what the lab test will reveal. I really need them now.
