I know I haven't been posting, and I'm so guilty. But I've been in a wierd state of mind lately, and posting about it hasn't been that appealing to me. Trust that I'm good, life is good, and everything is decent.
But deep down, I'm just on the verge of crying and I don't know why. I feel like I'm losing something, something very dear to me. That could just be the anxiety from the time slipping past and no dissertative work being produced, but who knows.
Anyway, today's story.
I've been gone for about a week. First the whole family went to Wisconsin to visit the crusher and his lovely family. They were great, and we have a wonderful time. Then we all returned to NM, and I hopped out again on a plane to Arizona for a conference. Yay, conference quick quick then back to NM, then off to another conference the next day. By the end of Wednesday I was completely drained. As it turned out, it was the networking at the second conference that proved most important, so I'm glad I went. But when I got home it was clear that the shit was hitting the fan.
The lentil was a mess- a super-long tantrum when he saw me. Then he would act wounded and worried that I was going to go away again. And then this morning I noticed that sweet biscuit was acting funny. After enduring her sad little face for half the day, I finally decided that she needed some professional attention. I took her and the lentil to the vet's office (oh! Joy! Let's take the two-year-old to the veterinarian's office! hooray!) and learned that she was gravely ill. Apparently they think she got the plague. The plague! I knew that the plague is endemic around here, but I've never had a pet get sick from it before. And she has some yucky seroma on her back that required draining and yes, the plague is contagious.
She had a fever of 105.1 when I got there, and an hour later it shot up to 106.something. They are keeping her overnight, partly to monitor the drains they installed and partly because she needed IV fluids to keep her temp down. Poor girl. She was really sick.
We're all on the lookout now for plague symptoms in our own bodies. My dad already reported that he had a fever this afternoon and the gnat is convinced she's dying. They had me do a quick exam on her, just to be sure she's still breathing, I suppose. Because she's so dumb, it takes a professional to determine such a thing. (sweets just laughed and then admonished me for being "not very nice." but still!) So if you don't hear from me in the next few weeks, assume I got the plague.