Sail-by update
Mar. 18th, 2025 08:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousme I'm working the Marine desk at work today and it is BUSY. I've had a vessel on fire, a vessel adrift, a search and rescue, a 600 foot log blocking an inlet, and a girl who jumped into the Toronto Harbour because she wanted to swim to Jerusalem. (She was taken to a local hospital for treatment.) Anyway, because things are super busy tonight I don't know if I'll have time to properly update my journal but I also don't want to leave it for when I get home, because by then it will be late enough that I'll break my streak of posting every day, and I am being weird about keeping that streak going.
I took Peggy to the vet this morning, and we ended up having to wait nearly 45 minutes because they had a medical emergency come in before us. I caught sight of a beautiful long-haired orange kitten named Sunshine who had been brought in by a local rescue, and he was crashing hard with some sort of illness they couldn't identify. His temperature plummeted and he could barely hold his head up, poor thing. He'd also apparently been suffering from some sort of kidney infection and an upper respiratory infection, too. He was an absolutely gorgeous cat, though, and since he's a ginger boy, he will make someone a very happy cat parent if he pulls through. I have a real soft spot for orange kitties and their single brain cells. He was still being nursed with hot water bottles by a vet tech when I left.
Peggy was very good and patient right up until a man brought in his cat in a carrier, and then she lost all of her self-control. She got away from me several times and head-butted the carrier, much to my chagrin. Luckily the cat owner was very forgiving. Peggy whined and barked and generally carried on until we were brought to the back, and the man did make a snide comment about "The squeaky wheel gets the grease," until I sternly pointed out to him that she'd been really patient for nearly 40 minutes while the vet techs dealt with the emergency (the vet techs even commented on how good she was being!) and that we were being seen really late. I don't think he meant it badly, but I was irked.
Speaking of lateness, my tax person was late yesterday for my appointment, which annoyed me more than it probably should have. I was the first appointment of the day at 9:00am, and at 9:00am the office wasn't even open. The receptionist came and unlocked the office at 9:05, and she came from outside before you try to argue that she was probably busy setting things up inside. The accountant meant to be helping me arrived a few minutes later, and I was just left to loiter in the waiting room until 9:20. Like, why bother giving a 9:00 availability if you're not even going to open on time or offer an apology for being late? Ugh.
I also had an appointment with the dietitian from the Bariatric Clinic today, and she was late too, but at least she apologized and explained that it was due to some gnarly computer problems, which I can totally empathize with. We had to rush the appointment a little bit because I had to go to work for my evening shift, but we got 'er done, as they say. The dietitian was super nice, and we covered things like my eating habits and general knowledge and what my expectations were from the program. Nothing earth-shattering, but she was very pleased with my understanding of things and said that she didn't think I'd have to meet with her again before surgery.
Next Wednesday I meet with the behaviourist (directly after my night shift, uuuuugh), where I assume we will talk about all the good habits I don't have and all of the bad habits I've been clinging to. ;) Once that appointment is done I have one more pre-surgery group information session, and then unless they decide I need to have other tests or see someone else (like a psychiatrist, psychologist, or social worker), it will be time for me to meet with the surgeon to discuss the actual surgery and see if he/she/they will sign off on it for me. I think the main holdup may well be waiting for the results of my sleep test. Hopefully we'll have those by the end of April, but given the current state of healthcare I may be too optimistic on that front. Fingers crossed, I guess!
Okay, back to work. Catch you on the flip side, friends!
I took Peggy to the vet this morning, and we ended up having to wait nearly 45 minutes because they had a medical emergency come in before us. I caught sight of a beautiful long-haired orange kitten named Sunshine who had been brought in by a local rescue, and he was crashing hard with some sort of illness they couldn't identify. His temperature plummeted and he could barely hold his head up, poor thing. He'd also apparently been suffering from some sort of kidney infection and an upper respiratory infection, too. He was an absolutely gorgeous cat, though, and since he's a ginger boy, he will make someone a very happy cat parent if he pulls through. I have a real soft spot for orange kitties and their single brain cells. He was still being nursed with hot water bottles by a vet tech when I left.
Peggy was very good and patient right up until a man brought in his cat in a carrier, and then she lost all of her self-control. She got away from me several times and head-butted the carrier, much to my chagrin. Luckily the cat owner was very forgiving. Peggy whined and barked and generally carried on until we were brought to the back, and the man did make a snide comment about "The squeaky wheel gets the grease," until I sternly pointed out to him that she'd been really patient for nearly 40 minutes while the vet techs dealt with the emergency (the vet techs even commented on how good she was being!) and that we were being seen really late. I don't think he meant it badly, but I was irked.
Speaking of lateness, my tax person was late yesterday for my appointment, which annoyed me more than it probably should have. I was the first appointment of the day at 9:00am, and at 9:00am the office wasn't even open. The receptionist came and unlocked the office at 9:05, and she came from outside before you try to argue that she was probably busy setting things up inside. The accountant meant to be helping me arrived a few minutes later, and I was just left to loiter in the waiting room until 9:20. Like, why bother giving a 9:00 availability if you're not even going to open on time or offer an apology for being late? Ugh.
I also had an appointment with the dietitian from the Bariatric Clinic today, and she was late too, but at least she apologized and explained that it was due to some gnarly computer problems, which I can totally empathize with. We had to rush the appointment a little bit because I had to go to work for my evening shift, but we got 'er done, as they say. The dietitian was super nice, and we covered things like my eating habits and general knowledge and what my expectations were from the program. Nothing earth-shattering, but she was very pleased with my understanding of things and said that she didn't think I'd have to meet with her again before surgery.
Next Wednesday I meet with the behaviourist (directly after my night shift, uuuuugh), where I assume we will talk about all the good habits I don't have and all of the bad habits I've been clinging to. ;) Once that appointment is done I have one more pre-surgery group information session, and then unless they decide I need to have other tests or see someone else (like a psychiatrist, psychologist, or social worker), it will be time for me to meet with the surgeon to discuss the actual surgery and see if he/she/they will sign off on it for me. I think the main holdup may well be waiting for the results of my sleep test. Hopefully we'll have those by the end of April, but given the current state of healthcare I may be too optimistic on that front. Fingers crossed, I guess!
Okay, back to work. Catch you on the flip side, friends!
