It was impossible to completely dismiss the new symptoms, since I am not a nurse, or a doctor, or even a veterinarian, so off we went to the ER, twice more, over the weekend. (The end result: paperwork has been started for a specialist appointment, which I suspect was more a means of getting her to stop going to the ER than a necessity or a solution, and which will -- if history is any indication -- cause a flurry of new worries by my mom, plus a car trip either two hours in one direction or three hours in the opposite direction.)
*bangs head slowly but forcefully on desk*
And my work deadline, which was extended by one week, is now coming at me like an eighteen-wheeler on the freeway.
*lays head on desk and cries a single, futile tear*
Here it is.
Donkey Lament On A Holiday Weekend With No Holiday In It
I'm tired and stressed and full of frustration.
I need a stiff drink and a two week vacation.
I didn't say it was a long poem.
Or a good one.
I leave you with this other bit of verse and a sweet little face:
P. S. At least our weather is back to cool and comfortable! That's one less stress for me!
*lifts head off desk and feels she may live after all*