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Sorry I haven't posted the promised pictures yet, y'all. I'll get to it soon, I promise.
I haven't been home since Sunday, as Frannie had been sick and because I had to work an 11 hour shift yesterday, I had taken her to a friend's house (who works from home) on Sunday night so Frannie would not be sick and alone for 13+ hours yesterday.
The 11 hour shift was mandatory overtime our company required us to work, as we were closed for 4 days for the holiday and the Monday following Thanksgiving becomes our highest call volume day of the year. I was sceduled to work 5:45 am to 5 pm. I ended up over-sleeping and was an hour and a half late. Not good form. I didn't get in trouble though, as I am never late to work, and in fact, I'm consistently about 15 minutes early to work daily.
By the time I got back to my friends house last night, it was about 6:30 pm so I just crashed there again. I'll go home this afternoon.
Frannie seems to be all better now. She had started vomiting Saturday night. I believe it was either a pine cone she gnawed on (I found little pieces of it in her barf) or some bad wet food. She barfed on every inch of my bed, so I had to do a butt load of laundry before I left Sunday and have yet to out my bed back together.
So there you have it.
And I feel decidely wierd this morning. Kind of wooly in the head and I feel like my heart's either beating too fast and is skipping around. I don't like it at all.
I haven't been home since Sunday, as Frannie had been sick and because I had to work an 11 hour shift yesterday, I had taken her to a friend's house (who works from home) on Sunday night so Frannie would not be sick and alone for 13+ hours yesterday.
The 11 hour shift was mandatory overtime our company required us to work, as we were closed for 4 days for the holiday and the Monday following Thanksgiving becomes our highest call volume day of the year. I was sceduled to work 5:45 am to 5 pm. I ended up over-sleeping and was an hour and a half late. Not good form. I didn't get in trouble though, as I am never late to work, and in fact, I'm consistently about 15 minutes early to work daily.
By the time I got back to my friends house last night, it was about 6:30 pm so I just crashed there again. I'll go home this afternoon.
Frannie seems to be all better now. She had started vomiting Saturday night. I believe it was either a pine cone she gnawed on (I found little pieces of it in her barf) or some bad wet food. She barfed on every inch of my bed, so I had to do a butt load of laundry before I left Sunday and have yet to out my bed back together.
So there you have it.
And I feel decidely wierd this morning. Kind of wooly in the head and I feel like my heart's either beating too fast and is skipping around. I don't like it at all.
