Hi, everyone. Antonia here, and I feel like I am long overdue for posting another blog. I didn't intend on doing a vent blog, but this is real life. I'm doing this for myself, too. I think that getting this all off my chest might help me through all these crap storms.
I've kind of been having a hard time lately. A few weeks ago, I learned that my maternal grandmother is montrer early signs of kidney disease. Now, it's not kidney failure. Kidney disease and kidney failure are actually two different things. toi can look up information on this on many different websites. It will scare you, though. My grandmother is doing okay. She's in a very early stage of kidney disease, and she's having to change her diet. Of course, I do have to remember that she's a seventy-nine-year-old woman. She'll be eighty in July.
I also learned that my oldest dog, Roxy, is montrer early signs of arthritis. She's been having a harder time getting up and down the stairs. For now, she's being put on an anti-inflammatory medicine and glucosamine. I do have to remember that she's a ten-year-old dog. She's going to be eleven in August. It does break my heart, though, because I know that she's getting older. I know this doesn't mean Roxy is going to die anytime soon, but it's just that there are numbers that scare me. My Collie, Fluffy, was eleven when she passed away. My Labrador, Sadie, and my Husky, Diesel, were both twelve when they passed away. It doesn't help that Sadie would be turning fifteen on Monday if she had lived. It's also been one an since I Lost my beloved Stone.
On haut, retour au début of all of that, one of my Friends was in a car accident. She is okay. She has stitches, but she's getting them out on Monday. Her car was totaled, but cars can be replaced. Friends cannot be replaced.
Worst of all, I had a falling out with one of my new Friends from college. She made an obnoxious commentaire about asexuals, and I said, "But I'm asexual." She said, "I would have never been Friends with toi if I had known." The sad part is I actually wore my asexual pride collier on the jour we met. I even told her what it meant. How could she have not known? I know I shouldn't lose sleep over that, but it hurt me very deeply. I will be okay. I still have my other Friends who understand me.
Well, I guess that's it, then.
I've kind of been having a hard time lately. A few weeks ago, I learned that my maternal grandmother is montrer early signs of kidney disease. Now, it's not kidney failure. Kidney disease and kidney failure are actually two different things. toi can look up information on this on many different websites. It will scare you, though. My grandmother is doing okay. She's in a very early stage of kidney disease, and she's having to change her diet. Of course, I do have to remember that she's a seventy-nine-year-old woman. She'll be eighty in July.
I also learned that my oldest dog, Roxy, is montrer early signs of arthritis. She's been having a harder time getting up and down the stairs. For now, she's being put on an anti-inflammatory medicine and glucosamine. I do have to remember that she's a ten-year-old dog. She's going to be eleven in August. It does break my heart, though, because I know that she's getting older. I know this doesn't mean Roxy is going to die anytime soon, but it's just that there are numbers that scare me. My Collie, Fluffy, was eleven when she passed away. My Labrador, Sadie, and my Husky, Diesel, were both twelve when they passed away. It doesn't help that Sadie would be turning fifteen on Monday if she had lived. It's also been one an since I Lost my beloved Stone.
On haut, retour au début of all of that, one of my Friends was in a car accident. She is okay. She has stitches, but she's getting them out on Monday. Her car was totaled, but cars can be replaced. Friends cannot be replaced.
Worst of all, I had a falling out with one of my new Friends from college. She made an obnoxious commentaire about asexuals, and I said, "But I'm asexual." She said, "I would have never been Friends with toi if I had known." The sad part is I actually wore my asexual pride collier on the jour we met. I even told her what it meant. How could she have not known? I know I shouldn't lose sleep over that, but it hurt me very deeply. I will be okay. I still have my other Friends who understand me.
Well, I guess that's it, then.