Sunday, July 29, 2018

Got up feeling tired at 11 AM after taking Zyrtec the night before. Went back to sleep for nearly two more hours and then got up, still tired. Could be the steroid treatment but I’m almost done with the twice-daily treatments, then I’ll do them before bed. I think I’m just destined to struggle with fatigue a lot of the time no matter what, though.

Shortly after that, we went to Dairy Queen and I got a small M&M blizzard after losing more weight since I began walking like crazy 11 days ago. I hit down at 152.8 but still expect a reset. This will be the second day that fatigue will force me to take the day off. :( The blizzard was boring. I should have gotten the caramel one.

A typical modern-day couple was in there letting their brat scream, shout and climb all over the tables and grab everything it could get its hands on like the condiment holder.

We came back, ate the blizzards while we watched TV, then we went to change the rats’ cage. That’s when we noticed Burkey had gone. He was livid so he either died last night or he had just died. He could have slipped into an irreversible coma as when we tried to rouse him he was unresponsive. He almost certainly just died or died around midnight last night in which case rigor would have let go by then.

I looked at the cage when I got up to see if anyone was at the door begging for bread but there wasn’t so I just went about doing whatever I was doing.

There are four bushes in back of the house and we buried him between one of them. The other two will go between the other bushes. Poor Tom, though. He got stung by yellow jackets when he hit a nest but then got his revenge on the flying bastards by spraying them.

Hard to tell if the other two are sad or if they’re just inactive because they are old, after all, and I don’t expect them to live much longer. I just can’t believe they’re all from the same litter. Especially Dumbo. Can a Siamese rat come from the same litter a Berkshire rat came from? I have my doubts. Knowing how crazy the people were that we got them from, I can’t even trust that they were all born on May 13, 2016, as she said. All three litters born on the same day? She would have to have an awful lot of rats for those odds to occur. But we know they’re plenty old enough just by the amount of time we’ve had them and by how old they look and act.

I’m still horribly tired and I don’t know if part of it could be the Zyrtec, the steroid treatment, or stressing over my schedule, but I got on Tom about not installing the program on my computer sooner.

“We’ve got the program,” I said, “so why am I scheduling things blindly that are hit or miss?”

I’m almost certainly going to have to reschedule Dr. O. And when I do I should have the program right in front of me and he should make it available on his phone to schedule in-office appointments. Meaning, when we’re checking out of a doctor's visit and the receptionist is about to schedule the next appointment, he should have the program readily available to pull up so we don’t have to play hit or miss.

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