Well, Mr Nami is okay, much to my relief! I admit...I am a hypochondriac with my little man...help me if I ever have a child! It turns out that he has severe arthritis in his let hip (hip dysplasia) which is often seen in German Shepherds. It's been forming for some time but he didn't show any signs until the other night. The Vet speculated that tweaked his hip while playing or jumping on to something and then sat on it for a while so when he got up, the pain seared through him. He's definitely a tough boy though. Even the Vet was as concerned as I was because he would not exhibit any signs of pain when she moved his limbs around either. He just laid back and let her examine him just as he had done with me...perhaps he just liked the attention. He's so docile and craves lovin'.
So, now he's on some meds that apparently taste like honey and he goes off into la la land for a while and seems to be much better. Although, at times, he seems to think he can do more than he is capable while his hip is tweaked and will try to jump up onto something and then fall and cry again, looking to me in such complete despair. It's so sad but so cute and funny at the same time. I think he's getting the hang of it. He will always have the hip dysplasia but right now it's inflamed/tweaked and that part needs to get better so we can get this regulated.
On another note... I find myself sitting here doing this rather than getting ready for work.. big shock there. Why is it that work always interferes with the things I want to do!? F that. I like my job, actually, but right now people there are just annoying. If it weren't for a select few, I think I would've pulled all of my hair out by now...and I've only been there since November.
For instance, yesterday I was talking to another designer while our server was down (again) about how his girlfriend turned something into this huge deal the day before. He tried calling her cell and, of course, she didn't answer it because her $400 phone doesn't ring loud enough and it's apparently too bulky for her to carry it in her pocket so it gets buried in her Mary Poppins purse to be resurrected some years later...ughh... So he calls the house looking for her and all of a sudden it gets turned into a manhunt for no reason. Everyone blew it out of proportion when all he was doing was trying to talk to her... and then of course she got mad at him for getting his family worried when they were the ones who interpreted his looking for her into her being missing.
Whatever.... I don't know the whole story..I got lost and spaced out after a while but she was freaking out over silly things so I asked if she was PMSing. Seriously...the way he was describing her is so classic of PMS symptoms. So, of course, some wannabe nazi-fem eavesdropped and gave me a "how dare you" look. Okay... don't pretend to be a feminist when it suits you or when you're offended. That just means that you're probably PMSing yourself or you can't handle who you are... I don't know, that's probably totally insensitive of me but I'm guilty of it too. The difference is that I will readily admit it. There's nothing sexist about it... PMS fucks up your hormones ... it's science...factual... get over it...accept it. I am not a nazi-fem, nor would I consider myself a "feminist" but I certainly have my beliefs regarding feminism & equality & all that, however, I'd like to think that my beliefs are quite a bit more realistic in this society.
Okay. I'm ranting. But, regardless, his girlfriend was, in fact, PMSing. Ha.
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