Lucky had an adventure yesterday. She spent 10 hours alone at the vet getting fluids and all kinds of goodies. I am writing this like I didn't spend those 10 hours worried about her mental state like a crazy person. Heh. She's a rescue and spent some time in an animal shelter. I was scared she'd think we'd taken her back to a new animal shelter and left her there for good. Apparently though this dog is way more resilient than I give her credit for. The vet said she even ate a bit, took treats from her and was always happy when she went to check on her. So yay. At 8 pm we were able to pick her back up and take her home. We walked her a bit, my mom and I (who was thankfully there for the whole ordeal because Lucky was so weak yesterday she could barely walk and wouldn't have been able to walk the 35 minutes to the vet on her own - which is why we took her back yesterday and why they kept her). She stuck to my mom's leg like a child afraid of getting lost. I was both seeing the humor and the tragedy in this. But it makes me feel a bit bad that I am the bad one here. I am the one who forces her meds down her throat because she won't eat the cheese anymore and didn't eat all her food today either, I am the one who takes her to the vet, I am the one who left her there. And even though I really understand that and also understand she doesn't hate me, she's just pouting and feeling miserable, I also feel bad. Oh well.
My mental state is okay though. I am still worried but at least she's eating bits and pieces here and there and I am hoping she'll keep it all down today - we'll see in a few hours. Friday it took her several hours to start throwing up her food all over the place. I can go back to the vet tomorrow morning if she's not feeling better and get more fluids for her. She'll be okay. On the plus side of this whole ordeal, the meds that cost me 200€ every month are currently not compatible with her and she doesn't have to take them. So I spent a shitload of money at the vet's, but I get to save a tiny bit on her meds. So ... yay?
So, mental state is okay. My body is probably dehydrated or something because I've got a huge headache and have had it since last night. It's probably dehydration and stress and all the cigarettes I have been smoking.
But I think we'll all be okay - the dogs and I. Today my boyfriend and I gotta clean the apartment. Tomorrow is his birthday and one of his friends, one of mine and my mom are coming over. I am mostly cleaning for the benefit of HIS friend because my friend already knows that I have a hard time keeping up with the apartment and doesn't judge me for it. His friend though I barely know, so I wanna present like a bit LESS of a crazy person than he probably thinks I am with all those scars on my arms and legs. 
So today the plan is: catch up on sleep, clean, write in my journal and make sure everybody inside my head is okay now that Lucky's back home, and sleep some more. 
