Um. Today!
Jan. 14th, 2011 01:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tj_roweI don't think it's an entirely healthy response to suddenly worrying that one hasn't consumed enough today to say 'I shall get drunk and eat ice-cream before bed'. Yet, that is what I am doing. At least I'm not spurning both the drink AND the ice-cream and instead going 'but the hunger dizziness is similar to being drunk!' Actual being drunk is more likely to get me to bed rather than feeling of slight insomnia that is a side-effect of my new meds. Which, btw, I forgot to tell my doctor about. Did tell her about the dizziness, just not the the difficulty sleeping, the sweating, or the craving prawns. Which is weird, given what a sweat-phobic person I am. Also, I had to run to the clinic after chucking on the nearest clothes, because I woke up (went back to sleep after turning off the alarm) at the exact time my appt was meant to start. Luckily, it was at the Hull Road surgery and they were running late and the doctor was talking to the receptionist at the same time as I attempted the check in and it failed because I was late, so she just told me not to worry and to take a seat.
Because you don't want to send away the person who told you worrying things last month, especially when you know that their meds run out today.
If I'd gone to social I'd had more alcohol, to be fair. I meant to have a bath and then go, but I got shaken up by the story below, and then was consumed by The Internet.
While I was walking home from an appt this afternoon, there was an old man and a white fluffy dog on the lead and a woman and a jack russel. The white fluffy dog (I think a yorkie) has moved toward the jack russel and is wagging its tail. As I'm walking around the corner onto Deramore Drive, the old man says 'he's be fine' to the woman, and then starts across the road as she says 'well, he won't be' under her breath. A car comes along just as the man and yorkie get to the other side, but the jack russel runs over (not on the lead, remember), gets on the pavement just as the car passes, and then goes for the yorkie.
The woman is still stood like a lemon next to the park, and hasn't come any closer. The jack russel is biting at the yorkie's hindquarters, the old man is in the middle dangling his dog on the lead to try and get it away, yelling at the woman that her dog should be on a lead, and get hold of it! She runs over, hesitantly, and makes a few half-hearted grabs at it. By this time, the jack russel has got its jaws on the yorkie's face, and is shaking from side to side, occasionally being suspended above the ground from the old man pulling on the lead.
The woman actually gets hold of the jack russel, but can't dislodge its grip on the yorkie, so just puts it down again. She tries again when it lets go to get a better grip, and carries it off, meeting someone else coming down the road and the pair of them walking off. I'm there, stood in shock at what I'm seeing - I'm used to Steve's dogs, who lie down if any other dog comes near them. They're safe off the leaders - this jack russel was not.
The old man comes back across the road, asking me 'did you see that?!' and yes, I bloody did. The little yorkie didn't look too badly hurt when he ran past, but it was getting dark (about ten to five). I continued walking home, and fortuitously, was going the same way as the couple with the jack russel. They turned into a driveway just off my road and went in at a side door, so I memorised the details so that I can read the house number when it's light so that when a complaint gets made, the people who own the dog can actually be identified.
Because you don't want to send away the person who told you worrying things last month, especially when you know that their meds run out today.
If I'd gone to social I'd had more alcohol, to be fair. I meant to have a bath and then go, but I got shaken up by the story below, and then was consumed by The Internet.
While I was walking home from an appt this afternoon, there was an old man and a white fluffy dog on the lead and a woman and a jack russel. The white fluffy dog (I think a yorkie) has moved toward the jack russel and is wagging its tail. As I'm walking around the corner onto Deramore Drive, the old man says 'he's be fine' to the woman, and then starts across the road as she says 'well, he won't be' under her breath. A car comes along just as the man and yorkie get to the other side, but the jack russel runs over (not on the lead, remember), gets on the pavement just as the car passes, and then goes for the yorkie.
The woman is still stood like a lemon next to the park, and hasn't come any closer. The jack russel is biting at the yorkie's hindquarters, the old man is in the middle dangling his dog on the lead to try and get it away, yelling at the woman that her dog should be on a lead, and get hold of it! She runs over, hesitantly, and makes a few half-hearted grabs at it. By this time, the jack russel has got its jaws on the yorkie's face, and is shaking from side to side, occasionally being suspended above the ground from the old man pulling on the lead.
The woman actually gets hold of the jack russel, but can't dislodge its grip on the yorkie, so just puts it down again. She tries again when it lets go to get a better grip, and carries it off, meeting someone else coming down the road and the pair of them walking off. I'm there, stood in shock at what I'm seeing - I'm used to Steve's dogs, who lie down if any other dog comes near them. They're safe off the leaders - this jack russel was not.
The old man comes back across the road, asking me 'did you see that?!' and yes, I bloody did. The little yorkie didn't look too badly hurt when he ran past, but it was getting dark (about ten to five). I continued walking home, and fortuitously, was going the same way as the couple with the jack russel. They turned into a driveway just off my road and went in at a side door, so I memorised the details so that I can read the house number when it's light so that when a complaint gets made, the people who own the dog can actually be identified.
