On our way home from our morning bathroom session, Gable and I saw a big dead rat near the mailbox. I guess someone’s backyard is nasty enough to have one of these critters. once a year or so, I see a dead rat lying around.
Gable is continuing to deteriorate slowly every single day. Last night he was roaching against the wall and then started screaming because he rolled over and his leg got stuck in a folding chair I have folded up against the wall. I was terrified that he’d broken something or that this was it. Nope, just an easy extraction and he promptly went back to sleep. This morning, he didn’t want to walk much, and then came home, drank and entire bowl of water and then threw up bits of food from last night. Clearly, he’s not digesting much anymore. Then, I found a tick on him. It was dead, but there it was. He’s gotten to the point where he’ll attempt just the basement stairs, but refuse to do the rest and will just look at me so that I’ll carry him. This is saddening, because he was so adamant about going up them himself just last week. He’s stopped eating much, despite it being an amazingly appealing meal. He was scarfing stuff last night because it was so good, but literally halfway through, he just kind of screeched to a halt and refused to eat anymore, like it was making him very sick and he couldn’t keep eating. I could see in his eyes that he badly wanted to eat it, but couldn’t. He can’t hold it anymore, either, needing to pee. It’s literally every 3-5 hours when he’s always been super bladder. It’s close. It’s so close.
The other day, I made a decision regarding his final moments while I was driving home from work. I decided that in light of my last euthanasia being so awful in that Liana’s body was clearly ready, but her soul was not, that it is terrible to put them in car (that has always been a source of joy for them) and drive them to their doom. I tear up every time with guilt and regret that I did that to her. It’s not so bad to do that when they’re so pain-addled they don’t know anything anymore, but she was fully lucid and right now, so is he. On top of it all, he is fiercely loyal to this house and he loves his beds. I decided that I want him to die here as naturally as possible, unless that is unable to be done. Normally, I’d call the vet here, but with the pandemic, I don’t know if that’s even an option. I have to see them regardless when he’s dead, because by law I can’t just randomly bury him somewhere. He’s a loyal to the end kind of dog. I want him in this house if it’s at all possible. I’ll keep watch through the throes of death if that’s what it takes.
All I know is that it’s coming up soon and very soon. Perhaps the end of the this week or even the weekend. Work is on standby.
In other news, I splurged and went ahead with the wheels and tires I so desperately wanted. I am SO excited I can’t stand it. It’s crazy to know that I dropped that kind of cash, more than the amount for vacation this year which I was also looking at for later on this year. My OEM tires are absolute crap and I just can’t stand it anymore. I have no idea how they got such good reviews from other people. Then again, most people don’t drive idiotically like I do. Eh. Okay, fine, they’re OEM tires. They’re not amazing, but they do fine even if they’re ridiculously expensive for such low wear rating and they focus more on gas mileage than anything else. My problem with them is that they feel like mush. I like a stiffer ride. Turning is bad since I managed to rash them past the tread, they slip when I turn, and acceleration is terrible. It feels like an underinflated balloon even though they’re getting up to 40psi when I drive them. Well. I also just desperately want to achieve my poseur look.
Eventually I want to sell my old tires and wheels (5 of them!), but for the moment I’ll keep them around (where????) just in case something bad happens to what I have now. Plus, I got new TPMS sensors so that I can just switch out the wheels if necessary. I mean, I’m changing the wheel size, I’m going to have light off-roads on, the off-set is different. My fingers are crossed that I don’t need a lift kit. If it doesn’t work out, I have 2 sets of 5 tires (my car has a full-sized spare). I’m worried about the fitment, I’m worried about it messing with the car, I’m worried about someone stealing my wheels and tires if they know exactly how much they’re worth. The questions are, do I go with lock nuts? When do I sell the old ones? Should I just keep them around? Where do I keep them? FIVE wheels and tires?
WHY HAVEN’T I CLEANED OUT MY STORAGE UNIT YET?????
I’ve been looking for a Subaru Baja Turbo for a while. They’re rare and just awesome. I was randomly looking the other day and an independent dealer up in MD has one. I’ve spent the last 2 nights mulling it over and over and over. The car is priced $1k under what it’s worth, but it’s got 200,000 miles on it. But that doesn’t matter to me because it’s super rare. The engine specs are amazing for that old of a car, and even if you factor in age and performance decline, it’s still stronger and faster than most of the new cars today. Then again, it’d be a money drop and it’s only a want (and very very very much want) not a need and there are just so many cons: where do I garage it? Maintenance moving forward is going to be a pain. MD does not require a state inspection. Who knows what state it’s in. Transferring the title to VA after purchase is going to be a HUGE PITA because with the pandemic, and dealing with the DMV….. UGH. That alone is a huge buzzkill. Then insurance taxes and overall, it sounds like a huge money pit. However, like I said, it’s ultra rare. It runs. It would be the perfect tinker car. I went so far as to message the dealer and yeah, no. It’s just a bad decision right now. Thank goodness they’re not offering to deliver it here or do online transactions, because I’d be out a few grand right now. Not that I’m not out a few thousand already with the wheels and tires, mind you. MAN. I tells you, doh: If I had my own property, I’d snatch that puppy up in a heartbeat. Sucks. I’m going to regret not buying that car.
The only other consideration right now is vacation. I tried really hard to book something for the week the office is off, but I can’t. I can’t go to a different beach than Topsail. Despite not having my greyhounds. I just can’t give up that beach yet. We tried looking in North Myrtle since we know it’s cheaper, but as it turns out, it’s really not that much cheaper after all. On top of it, Elliot Realty doesn’t have a very nice travel insurance plan. After reading through the disclaimers and rules, it sounds like a huge hassle if something happens like a hurricane or COVID-19 strikes again or someone gets sick. We’ve just been spoiled with Topsail. Elliot just seems like a step backwards. They don’t even offer electronic entry. I’m just going to have to tell work that I’m sorry about it. Hopefully by that time we’ll have more hygienists anyways.
I made it through my first week back at work! I only hyperventilated the first day. It got easier and easier after that, even if everything takes so long now and my hand is going to die. The idea behind all these big expenditures is that I’m going to start working more hours after Gable and it should help recoup my costs and go a long way in helping me save up money for my future as well as helping out with work. My body is already yelling at me about working again and I can feel my hand being slowly destroyed once more.