This was me this morning and I'm not sure why. I totally woke up a cranky old bear and had just about enough of it up to here. You can visualize what "it" is and where "up to here" is. After a couple of hits and misses, I decided I better grab my music and go walk, and that's what I did. I even added raking to the trail to my movement. My goal was to walk and work the crank out of me.
I didn't sleep great last night.
Abbey took out one of her staples, so back on the collar/cone went.
When I cleaned up her incision, it was gross, but at least it's clean again, eh?
My sister, though I love her dearly, bugged me just by her very presence this morning. In her defense, she could have been anyone and she would have bugged me.
My last nerve was sticking out and was being plucked by existence.
I hate being cranky.
Okay, end of whine. I took control and did the exercise, and now I'm not so bitchy. Abbey's wound is fine, but damn, I could just see hauling her to the vet again and getting more work done. Nope, not my idea of a good time.
But you know what? I'm not smoking! 89 days ago, I quit, and I'm still here to tell the tale. I've got a beautiful glass of water over there and a gorgeous healing dog over there. I might just be getting over my cranky old self.