Not sure, but I may already have a post with the same title. But, yeah, Smartie's back at the Animal Medical Center as of yesterday. He's already been given his first 15 millicuries (sp?) of radio iodine. They tested his blood just before that--his thyroid level was 42!!! Normal is something like 3. Maybe 4.
The worst is that he's going to be there for at least 3 weeks this time, maybe longer. Last time was only 2 weeks and I don't know how I survived it. Although I do feel less upset than last time, so far. I mean, yeah, sure, I started bawling the second I got to my front door yesterday, coming home to an empty apartment, but it didn't last for hours and hours. Half an hour, tops. And, yeah, I did pretty much take to my bed for the rest of the day. Or at least I got no actual work done, other than dealing with some emails. But no more huge tears, crying jags, things like that. Only the occasional stifled sob today when coming upon something that reminds me that he's not here. Or the occasional deep sigh of longing...
Okay, enough of that wallowing. Life is going on and I finally finished a transcript for a client who certainly wasn't bugging me for it, but I really took advantage. And I've been making someone else wait a long while, too. But I'm getting there. And, while Smartie's gone, I'll be cleaning up a bit more than I would if he were here. Although I didn't manage to empty out his litter box today. Tomorrow. One day at a time and all that.
I'm going to go finish a book that I really wish would never end. "Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell" is simply magnificent. I'm wondering when the miniseries or movie trilogy is going to be made, if it hasn't been started already. I wonder, if I keep reading stuff like this, will I ever write again?
