Morning all. I'm up to sort out the dog (with the two medicines that she now has to take the first and last feeding regime takes almost two hours - that'll be fun next week when I'm back at work. The two feeds inbetween those feeds take about an hour each. Much of it is waiting - give her the first medicine, wait, give her the second medicine, wait and then give her the three bowls of food 10 minutes after each other and wait to see if she keeps it down) and then I'm back to bed for a while.
I feel terrible - the stress is really getting to me now and I'm not sleeping or eating properly - I have lost almost a stone in 3 weeks. Mick is useless - he "doesn't like to feed her as it makes him feel bad if she is sick".
It isn't helping that I'm stressing about the kitchen arriving at the beginning of February and the room not actually being ready for it so it having to be stacked up in the dining room for ages. I am going to sand the door and window frame down next week - Mick is away so I may as well do it in the evenings - but the big job is the stupid fireplace that needs the top layer of stone taking off. Mick says he is doing it but hasn't actually started it yet.
Well, after that whingy start to the day I'm off to give Millie medicine number 2 so that I can wait for half and hour to feed her. Another hour and I should be back in my bed.