The dog is back home

When I got home last night there was a message from the police. The dog has been returned to it's owner, who's very happy about it. Evidently it lives not far from where I first saw it, so I don't know why it decided to follow Daisy and I half way across the village!

Daisy found a friend

There I was, minding my own business, giving Daisy a walk last night. And then this dog appeared - and followed us home! He'd been out for a bit because his coat was damp, but he looked well cared for and didn't look like he'd been lost for ages. A collar, but no tag. And very cute he was too. Daisy didn't like it when he went near her bed - and showed her female authority!

After a few phone calls to the RSPCA and the dog wardens - both of which were closed - we finally decided to take her to the police. D was brought back from the pub - much hilarity from his mates there - and off we trundled. Anyway, to cut a long story short, we finally found a policeman to take him into the kennels. The poor dog was wining and crying, but he was so cute and lovely that someone must miss him.

A quote for today

Our lives are not determined by what happens to us but by how we react to what happens, not by what life brings to us, but by the attitude we bring to life. A positive attitude causes a chain reaction of positive thoughts, events, and outcomes. It is a catalyst, a spark that creates extraordinary results.

-Anon.

Another day of chaos

I'm supposed to get about 3 1/2 hours a day to do ward work and my diploma/CPD. Yesterday I managed 40 minutes on the ward and no time for diploma/CPD. My time just seems to be eaten away by other things. "Can you just do this?" "Can you cover for so-and-so?" "You need to do this." I just want my diploma out of the way now. I want to move on from it. How am I supposed to do the work if I don't get the time for it. I'm not prepared to take it home - my depression has made me realise that work is separate from home and I need to make sure I keep it that way. No taking things home to finish. Selfish of me maybe, but I've just realised what it right for me. And if that doesn't happen I will only get ill again.

Any suggestions on how to make sure I actually have time for things I'm supposed to have time for, rather than getting sucked into everything else? The rest of the week isn't looking as though it's going to be much better - the rota seems to have a lot of gaps that I'm filling.

It's such a lovely day

We've just spent the best part of a lovely day Tesco shopping and cleaning the kitchen. Hurrah!! Now we're going to cut D's hair before we actually do somethign nice and go for a walk with Daisy. I need to take some more photos for my college course as well.

Sometimes...

I just can't get settled doing anything. I start one thing, get distracted, get distracted again and before I know it I've forgotten what I started doing. Maybe it's a symptom of not being happy what I'm doing? Maybe it's a symptom that I need a change? Maybe I just need to get on with things - and not just the nice things!

People just don't understand

Sometimes people just don't understand, or won't understand or can't be bothered even to think about it. Why can people not think for themselves? Why can't they look at something and work it out? Why do they always have to take what they think is the easy route?

I'm fed up of trying to please people who then throw things back in your face and don't support you when you need it. It's like I'm a little bug being trodden on. I'm going to have to make a run for it soon!

Daisy's medicines

The glucosamine sachets dissolve in water, but Daisy's really not keen on it. We had to try and syringe it into her mouth, but she's becoming wise to it and every day is a bit harder. Don't blame her really - it smells and looks disgusting. I think we're going to have to try and get some tablets from somewhere.

It's worse than having a kid - or so people keep telling me!

Here we go again

So far this weekend's not been too busy. We've got away pretty much on time after being open and I've only been called to come back in once. Shouldn't speak too soon though - there's another day to go yet. Oh well, better get on with the work.

Grrr.

Back in at work - joy of joys. Just waiting for the ward to pick up the stuff and then I'm off home again. Hopefully I won't be back tonight, but knowing my luck...

Hmph

This is not what I want to be doing on a bank holiday weekend - on-call for the whole weekend, having to go into work at least once a day and being at the beck and call of the doctors and nurses.

I want to be out, away somewhere, enjoying some time with Dave and Daisy, getting some fresh air and a break from work.

Someone's got to do it - but I don't want it to be me!

Yummy things and not so yummy things

Cod Liver Oil capsules are yum, yum, yum - they went down without a problem. However, the glucosamine powder is not so nice - most of it was left in her bowl. Yes, Daisy is getting old (officially). Since SAGGA camp and a day hike with my Scouts her back legs got stiffer and she was having trouble standing up. So, off to the vets and now she's been given a new lease of life - or hopefully she will have if the medication works...

Your Hidden Talent

You are both very knowledgeable and creative. You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential. Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them. As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

How True!!

You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do. You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!

The World's Shortest Personality Test

Wow! How easy - although it did take Dave sitting behind me to explain all the different steps!
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