This morning I made several phone calls, so this afternoon I'm resting and recovering. I don't know why I put calls off for so long, considering that "suffering from making calls + suffering from anticipating making calls" is so much worse than "suffering from making calls." Actually, I do know: it's that I can do that math, but I still can't make myself make the calls until they've become Very Urgent Indeed and one kind of anxiety finally trumps the other.
You know what would make calling way, way, WAY easier for me? If I could find out ahead of time when there were appointments available. Because "trying to figure out when to make the appointment" WHILE ON THE PHONE is nearly impossible: I'm too nervous and flustered to think straight, and often inadvertently make the appointment for exactly when I absolutely can't be there. This morning I finally made an appointment to get the handle of our minivan replaced (it fell off, like, a year ago), and I made it for a day the kids have no school---not because I love the idea of bringing five kids with me to sit in a waiting room for several hours, but because I seriously couldn't figure out how to fit it with our schedule otherwise and finally just thought, "When COULD it DEFINITELY work, if I don't take SUFFERING into account?"
Our cat Mouse has started peeing on Paul's side of the bed. While he's sleeping in it. This is NOT AT ALL FUNNY.
Also not at all funny is Benchley in his Elizabethan collar:
It's hard to tell, but it ties under his neck in a pretty bonnet-like bow.
The poor kitty has an ulcerated cornea, which the vet said is one of the more painful things a cat can have. He has four kinds of medicine, each of which has to be given to him 1-4 times per day, AND he has to wear the collar, AND he may not go outside. Best case scenario, it will heal beautifully and everything will be fine; worst case, he'll lose the eye