Unfortunate Answers
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thepnutgalleryJulian woke me at 4. Kujo had taken another turn for the worse so he drove him to VCA. They didn't see anything wrong, just dehydrated, but didn't charge him and told him to keep his appointment in the morning. He'd texted and called, livid that I didn't answer, just like the accident. I am apparently on call 24/7 for him. I'm not sure when or how I'm supposed to sleep. I can't do it without my pills, but the pills also keep me from being there to reassure him in the middle of the night. He demanded I pay for everything, said he wasn't going to contribute to rent, and threatened everything he could think of, including leaving me. Kept saying that if it was Lady Miss Friday, I'd have been on top of it. I would. I would have taken her to the vet (or had a vet come to her) as soon as something went wrong. I didn't explain that, but when he kept cussing me out for not being there in the middle of the night and accused me of not caring about him, I gave in and agreed I don't care, sent him the self-help information for divorce. People keep trying to weaponize affection, threatening to abandon me, and they get so mad when I'm not vulnerable to that. It was bizarre. Imagine someone sobbing, hurt, asking for help...while screaming obscenities and spitting venom. I declined to take the day off for him - Kris had already called out and the workload has been increasing. Although I was distracted, I kept everyone laughing during the paralegal meeting. I also got tossed back in FB Jail for referring to someone as "little pigeon." Julian called in the middle, drunk, but the vet said Kujo is dying, probably cancer. Has about 2 weeks. An understandable desire to drink in this case, not that it's ever absent.
I got everything done, though I had to work until exactly 4pm. A random number called me after work, and I answered for no reason I could think of. It was Julian. He was still in Point Loma. Terry and Rachel had lunch with him there, but Rachel went home, Terry disappeared, and his phone died. He borrowed a nice stranger's phone to call me. Thank heavens it was after work. He wasn't at the intersection be described but I managed to find parking. Still not sure what to do, I eventually just shouted his name on the corner. I'm sure OB has seen worse. Another random number called; he was at the Starbucks across the intersection but still couldn't see me. He said Terry was on a bender. Bought and drank a couple bottles of vodka, said he was going to grab the car, then disappeared. It wasn't quite 5, the vet closes at 5:30, and Kujo was still there, so we picked him up. The receptionist seemed to be the only one still there, though I loved her candy corn and assorted Fall festive decorated nails. She also didn't have all the information, but said we would have him about 2-3 weeks before it would be kindest to put him to sleep. They gave additional advice for that, plus some medication we're to rub on his ears as an appetite stimulant.
Got him home, Julian drank and spoke to his mom. Terry came by later in the evening, mostly just to say Julian was the drunk one earlier, but he seemed tipsy even then, so I figured they were both drunk. He also told me he's going for treatment in Utah on Tuesday, this time for real, and asked what I'm going to do about Julian. That part struck me as gossip-mongering. He seemed to sober up some, was a little too interested, and kept repeating the question throughout. It was easy enough to answer, though. I have no idea.
I got everything done, though I had to work until exactly 4pm. A random number called me after work, and I answered for no reason I could think of. It was Julian. He was still in Point Loma. Terry and Rachel had lunch with him there, but Rachel went home, Terry disappeared, and his phone died. He borrowed a nice stranger's phone to call me. Thank heavens it was after work. He wasn't at the intersection be described but I managed to find parking. Still not sure what to do, I eventually just shouted his name on the corner. I'm sure OB has seen worse. Another random number called; he was at the Starbucks across the intersection but still couldn't see me. He said Terry was on a bender. Bought and drank a couple bottles of vodka, said he was going to grab the car, then disappeared. It wasn't quite 5, the vet closes at 5:30, and Kujo was still there, so we picked him up. The receptionist seemed to be the only one still there, though I loved her candy corn and assorted Fall festive decorated nails. She also didn't have all the information, but said we would have him about 2-3 weeks before it would be kindest to put him to sleep. They gave additional advice for that, plus some medication we're to rub on his ears as an appetite stimulant.
Got him home, Julian drank and spoke to his mom. Terry came by later in the evening, mostly just to say Julian was the drunk one earlier, but he seemed tipsy even then, so I figured they were both drunk. He also told me he's going for treatment in Utah on Tuesday, this time for real, and asked what I'm going to do about Julian. That part struck me as gossip-mongering. He seemed to sober up some, was a little too interested, and kept repeating the question throughout. It was easy enough to answer, though. I have no idea.
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