Still more detachment, (less) anxiety and the joys of limbo

[Phoebe]

Well, just for the record, I'm a vet, even if I haven't done paid work in a while. Surgery is nothing new. The fun thing was that it was a chipmunk. It was nothing major, just a tail amputation after a devolving injury. Poor thing, but MissShort Tail is back in the wild now. Let's just say, however, that my shaking all the time makes my working with the public kind of impossible.

Slept poorly again, so I got up, took my anxiety meds and went back to bed and dozed for a few hours. Shaking like mad again right now. Probably ought to eat, but today is the first day I wish I could just stay in bed and hide all day long. Luckily, I can't. I've got my critters to care for. Still, it is 11 am and I'm still here hiding under the covers.

Must. Motivate.

I hate it that each time I've been exposed to H, even just seeing what he did in our house on this last trip without actually seeing him, I go into a tail spin.