...this is in no way a thread to garner sympathy, but more as a warning to not ever say "well, my life can't possibly get any worse!"
because I've said that a few times this month, and oh boy was I ever wrong.
We went to Premier in MI a few weeks ago... Sat night at dinner I get a call from a detective. She's in my apartment, there's been an "incident" involving my roomie and they want to lock my doors. Not worried, I figure there's some sort of drug activity or maybe she and her boyfriend duked it out. Detective says she'll feed my bird, lock the doors, and I can call the station tomorrow for more information.
Sunday rolls around, I wasn't thinking much about it (showing dogs all day and then packing up for the 8 hour drive home...) and both my boss & another detective had called. So I called the detective back... turns out my roomie had hanged herself, in my apartment, while I was gone.
Needless to say, not only was I pretty devastated over the loss of a friend/roomie/coworker, I am now finding myself inexplicably afraid of the dark, more twitchy than usual (I've got serious anxiety) and I'm that crazy girl living on her couch cause she's afraid to go upstairs.
"Well, it certainly can't get any worse!"
Then Daisy found & ate like 8 packs of rat poison at my boss' house. Thanks to the wonders of H2O2 and a quick trip to the vet, she will be just fine. It's more of an annoyance, really.
Rage went out hunting one night while I was on an overnight and was gone with my friends for about 10 hours, and when I got home at 8:30 she was in her crate with a chin of porcupine quills (my friend had been so tired when he returned her he hadn't noticed), one of which was stuck in her lower lip (like I could feel it through her chin, and through the inside of her lip, but there was nothing to grab) so she had to be sedated to have it removed.
My mom got burglarized last week, so we did a quick inventory over the phone of what jewelry she still has and what I have up here with me - she goes "and you have your nice charm bracelet..." I said "wait, do I? I haven't seen it..." After looking everywhere and much swearing and hysterical crying, the most likely scenario is that it may or may not have been stolen and pawned for drug money by aforementioned roommate. I hope to god I'm wrong and both it and the other two nice, unique pieces I'm missing are hiding under a dirty clothes pile (though how they would have hopped from their hiding spot to there I have no idea).
If you read half of that, you get a boxtruck of cookies.
Also, I fell off my bike (**** clip-in pedals...) and my upper thigh/side of my butt is literally BLACK. But man you should've heard me cursing on the way down! :yikes:
because I've said that a few times this month, and oh boy was I ever wrong.
We went to Premier in MI a few weeks ago... Sat night at dinner I get a call from a detective. She's in my apartment, there's been an "incident" involving my roomie and they want to lock my doors. Not worried, I figure there's some sort of drug activity or maybe she and her boyfriend duked it out. Detective says she'll feed my bird, lock the doors, and I can call the station tomorrow for more information.
Sunday rolls around, I wasn't thinking much about it (showing dogs all day and then packing up for the 8 hour drive home...) and both my boss & another detective had called. So I called the detective back... turns out my roomie had hanged herself, in my apartment, while I was gone.
Needless to say, not only was I pretty devastated over the loss of a friend/roomie/coworker, I am now finding myself inexplicably afraid of the dark, more twitchy than usual (I've got serious anxiety) and I'm that crazy girl living on her couch cause she's afraid to go upstairs.
"Well, it certainly can't get any worse!"
Then Daisy found & ate like 8 packs of rat poison at my boss' house. Thanks to the wonders of H2O2 and a quick trip to the vet, she will be just fine. It's more of an annoyance, really.
Rage went out hunting one night while I was on an overnight and was gone with my friends for about 10 hours, and when I got home at 8:30 she was in her crate with a chin of porcupine quills (my friend had been so tired when he returned her he hadn't noticed), one of which was stuck in her lower lip (like I could feel it through her chin, and through the inside of her lip, but there was nothing to grab) so she had to be sedated to have it removed.
My mom got burglarized last week, so we did a quick inventory over the phone of what jewelry she still has and what I have up here with me - she goes "and you have your nice charm bracelet..." I said "wait, do I? I haven't seen it..." After looking everywhere and much swearing and hysterical crying, the most likely scenario is that it may or may not have been stolen and pawned for drug money by aforementioned roommate. I hope to god I'm wrong and both it and the other two nice, unique pieces I'm missing are hiding under a dirty clothes pile (though how they would have hopped from their hiding spot to there I have no idea).
If you read half of that, you get a boxtruck of cookies.
Also, I fell off my bike (**** clip-in pedals...) and my upper thigh/side of my butt is literally BLACK. But man you should've heard me cursing on the way down! :yikes:
I hope things start looking up for you soon!!
