Jan 24

 Work. Dropped some stuff at the dump. Vet. New game launched.

But. I've been scraping along the bottom the whole day. And yes. Well aware I have taken the piss today. And been busy.

Struggled to pull myself into gear to play a new game this evening with a friend. It was cool. But as the evening wore on, I felt ill, bad enough it started pulling me out of the game.

I am tired. And my asthma is flaring. Or. I am coming down with something. Or maybe it's the chronic tiredness making me feel like that. Or.

I dunno.

Taking the piss today maybe the final straw. Think my body may be going to kick my ass severely at this point.

Ho hum.

Athena vet visit was no change. Maybe some area around the eye had cleared up a little. But by and large, no change. And still an ugly scar over the front of the eye. As time goes on we're a little worried about a bulge at the side of the eye now. A possible sign of a tumour. Which. To quote the vet, if it is that, the eye is buggered. Gone.

Uh huh.

Nevertheless. Athena is doing ok. She wobbles around a bit more now. Everyday. A little bit of a wobble. But she rights herself and trots on. Give her 15 minutes to warm up and she's good. Eager even to go for a sniff outside. Best girl.

Hazel is due back Friday, not Thursday. So. Tomorrow. Eh. Maybe I get to rest entirely. Albeit. I need to take the muttleys out for a walk.

Haven't been grocery shopping in an age. No energy. No time.

I have that fuzzy overly warm overly... incubatey feel about me. Perhaps I am indeed coming down with something.


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