Reality Check.

​Yesterday was… all the feelings.  At once, on top of each other, fighting to be felt.  Which made me nauseous and sad and dizzy and … well, feel all the feelings. 
 
But yesterday I was with two of the people I love.  And Brother called and made Mom and I laugh.  And Husband and Mom and I went out to lunch.  And the sun was shining and the sky was blue and the birds were singing.  And I have a new Jack Reacher book and a warm house and comfy couch and time to read it. 

​AND it was five months to the day since I Broke Ankle and I spent time in the garden moving mulch and Broken Ankle hurt but ache/sore/muscle/swollen hurt not stabbing/must inhale lots of drugs broken pain.
 
And then there was Joseph. 

Joseph has a peculated mass on his elbow that keeps catching on things and bleeding  - usually all over the white couch or rug.  Earlier in the week I tried one of my butchered socks but he kept licking it down his leg, getting it caught on his foot and doing this wonky walk to get it off.  So I tried the vet’s suggestion of a t-shirt.  I went with one of Husband’s long sleeved one because of where the mass is on the elbow.  It was not the best choice. 

​Because, as you can see, Joseph was not in the least impressed with my ingenuity.

Even after I rolled up the sleeves a bit, he shot me that look of disappointment that makes you want to hug him, even when he is covered in drool and smells like poop.

​And while I was trying to take this picture of Joseph, I spotted a Coyote in the backyard which Tigger the Dog also spotted. So, I took this picture and sent it to Husband. The Coyote is at the back of the cement pad trying to win a starring contest with a doesn't know any better dog.

And while I was sending the picture of TTD threatening the Coyote through the window, Joseph suddenly decided the t-shirt was some sort of creature attacking him and FREAKED OUT.

Like did this massive hop-shimmy-wriggle-jump thing, with eyes bulging and weird groan-moan noises freak-out thing all over the den to get the evil t-shirt beast off. In the process knocking over a large plant pot, slamming into the TV and causing Mom and I to laugh so hard that we cried.

My quick solution to keep the blood off the carpet resulted in dirt ground into the carpet, a slimy TV, a traumatized dog and a reality check. Life keeps on going. And life can still be funny. All you need is a batshit crazy dog and a t-shirt.

Get on that. It really makes the pukey dizzy feelings go away.