This deafness will be the death of me

Man alive, am I about to hurt someone in this house. And by someone, I mean that man I am married to. He has never been a good listener, but now that he has this ruptured eardrum, he cannot hear a damn thing.

I have to repeat myself six times for every comment I make. And frankly, it was probably not that good of a comment the first time, I sure do not need to hear myself say it five more times. I am not the most patient person in the world, so this is not good for my nerves.

Interestingly, he still can hear things he wants to hear--kind of like Slater hearing the dog food bag crinkle. This is why I suspect he is faking the deafness.

This may do me in.

Today has been a non-stop day. It started with me once again failing to get to the 6:15 am spinning class. Yeah I realize no one is shocked by that. I did however, get to the office by 8:30 a.m., which is pretty dang good for me. I took my lunch at 10 am to meet Dr M to do the horse stuff. He flushed Aries, drew blood on the baby to find out he is doing great (although he did say he looks like a bird dog with that tail sticking out, and that he thinks he is gaited--yeah yeah, even my vet thinks he is a wit), confirmed Cash's abcess on the right front, and started that draining, did some Coggins, etc. We mapped out our breeding plan for Aries, and put HaidaGirl on Regumate in an effort to synchronize them--likely a pipe dream, but worth a shot. As all that was going on, I ordered feed from the elevator, and I got an appointment for Tequila to see the doc this afternoon, at the end of the work day.

That required her to stay in my car from that moment on---napping in the back while I worked all day, until it was her time. Not many dogs would be content to do that, but she was so glad to go somewhere, she probably failed to notice that she was sleeping in a car all day, kind of like a kid locked in the car at a casino. That one is not judgmental, that is one thing you can say for her.

At work, we had a staff meeting that lasted most of the afternoon, but I was still able to get my two big projects to the next stage, start another, and do some administrative stuff. I even shocked myself with the level of production I managed today.

Finally, Teq saw the vet and we had some big decisions to make. Does she go on a painkiller for her arthritis, or do we use a steroid, which can quite often work as well? Unfortunately, they make her pee and that gets old, so we are trying the painkillers. I sure hope they work, since they cost so much. She got a steroid shot for her pain and her hotspot, and we planned some menus. The vet is confident her eating issue is due to her arthritis pain. She suggested scrambled eggs with cheese, as a good source of protein. I had to admit I do not know from scrambled eggs. We also decided on roast turkey, and she can have ham and beef.

From there, we went to spinning class, and she went back to sleep. Imagine that. I knocked out 75 minutes and felt pretty dang good about myself. Then Teq and I went to the grocery store to get eggs and cheese, and other delights for a girl who will not eat.

When we got home, the pig was in an outrage. An outrage, I am not exaggerating this. Had I not known I had a pig, I would have thought some demon of hell was hanging out in the garage. He honestly scared me with his temper tantrum. I can only assume he is as irritated as the rest of us with the fact that it was freaking SLEETING. On April 7.

Since he was such a pleasure to be around, I came in and started cooking. How hard can scrambled eggs be? Well evidently harder than I thought, as I made a stinky mess of the first one I tried, but I put it in her bowl anyway. Then I started her turkey and invited her in to check out my egg/cheese botchery. That dog must be smarter than she looks, as she was having none of it. Sigh. Story of my life.

Eventually, when it cooled down more, and I fed her by hand, she decided it was pretty dang tasty, so I made her another one, then cooked up the rest of the eggs to save for breakfast. We went through the same deal with the turkey, but eventually she ate the entire pound. Then she went to bed.

And thank goodness for that--this is almost like having children, all this chaufering her around, cooking her dinner, worrying about her well-being. WTF is that about? Too hard for a person whose brain was in overdrive from her big day.

And yet I was still not done. Barry, the deaf one, would not answer his telephone, and very little makes me crazier than that. He was supposed to be home by 7 so we could address Cash's foot and still get home in time for the basketball game, but he was AWOL until after 8. This is another time I think he is faking the deafness--he has tuned me out completely.

Now here it is after 10 pm, and I just got out of the shower. I am wondering if it is okay for just one more night to sleep on only the top sheet functioning as a bottom sheet, or if it is to the point that it is no longer acceptable. I am wondering why I care, if I care.

Why am I telling you people all this? I don't know. Maybe because if I snap at this deaf man the next time he says "huh" to me, you will all understand that it was really justifiable considering what a long day it has been. And that he was asking for it.