The past week and a half has been a rough one for us. Squiggy is still sick, VERY sick, more sick than he’s ever been. The vet came to our house earlier last week and gave him a few shots, and then left some with us. Within a couple of days, Squiggy appeared to be doing better. He was even walking around a little for us and eating. Then, this past weekend, he took a turn for the worst. He hasn’t stood up in days, nor has he eaten.
Todd has been a trooper, taking care of our baby boy. It is strange, but I cant be with Squiggy for too long when he’s like this. It tears me up inside, and I kind of distance myself. Todd has stepped it up and taken over where I usually have when it comes to spending time with Squiggy and taking care of him.
It is amazing how a slight change can mess up the routine of life. I feel like all we do is worry and talk about Squiggy. Todd goes in to check on him twice throughout the night, I check on him twice in the morning before I leave for work (and try to give him some liquids,) and then twice in the evening when we get home from work.
Todd realized how exhausted I have been without me even realizing it. I didn’t realize how must stress of a sick piggy has put on me. I have felt like a zombie. I have done nothing but sit and veg out. I have a stack of paperwork that I need to take care of (home owners insurance, car insurance, hospital bill, tax return paperwork, etc.) that has been sitting on a table for about a week. I cant even bring myself to go through it and pay the bills. I haven’t been able to sit down and read for any amount of time, and when I do, I don’t comprehend it because I am not paying attention.
The house is a complete and utter disaster. There is paperwork everywhere, stuff lying all over the house, and it is just a 100% mess.
The vet is coming out to the house again to diagnose the piggy. Hopefully, he will be on the mend soon. This weekend, Todd will be working. I am planning on trying to clean up as much as I can and get some of these tasks taken care of.