So I'm recovering from a slightly hectic weekend -- a few minor emotional meltdowns but my husband forgives me.
Your description of your parents' household reminds me of a little thing that got emailed around a few years ago -- it was a photo of someone's front porch with several large dogs sitting on the steps, and it was labeled "Redneck burglar alarm." :lol:
Good news and bad news in your latest post, huh? I'm glad to hear that Broly finally got his new lamp, but sorry to hear that you and your service dog had another "close encounter of the worst kind" with another bunch of mean and stupid people, not to mention that they're teaching their kids to be just like they are so that we'll be sure to have another generation of more of the same -- just what the world needs. :roll: I guess our only hope is that when the kids get to be teenagers and go through that phase where they challenge and question everything their parents taught them, maybe they'll figure it out and not turn out as bad as their parents after all? At least we can hope...
Meanwhile, it's pretty amazing that you were able to be polite to all those dumb@sses up until the time that you decided to leave before things got ugly.
It sounds like Broly is unusually sensitive to less than ideal lighting, probably understandable because of his history. I hope he's feeling better now that he's got his proper lighting again. At least he didn't lose his appetite and both of them are still at a healthy weight.
I hear that serrapeptase is pretty good stuff for reducing inflammation and pain. I understand it comes from silkworms, so they can probably get a little of it from eating the worms, but probably not enough to make a "therapeutic dose."
Puff would probably like silkworms, but so far I haven't been able to find anyone who will ship them to Alaska, not even the eggs. So they're not an option for us for now.
Don't let anyone convince you that you're "heartless and cold" -- they don't realize that it's hard for you to express your feelings the same way that so-called "normal" people do because of the way you're wired.
It's funny that I can relate to so much of this -- I sometimes wonder if I'm not a little autistic myself and it just never got diagnosed. My husband does most of our grocery shopping now, but he's learned that when I'm with him and I tell him that I need to go home immediately, you don't want to argue with me. When I get to the point where I can't be polite to people anymore, it's time to get away from everyone and go home and be alone. So I'm afraid that I'm going to end up being a hermit at some point too, but in the meantime I try to get out as much as possible because I think I need a little bit of a social life, just not too much. It's not easy though since I quit driving, and with my husband's current work schedule, we rarely have the time and I rarely have the energy to go anywhere and do anything "social."
At least we managed to get all the critter care done this last weekend, including a run to the pet store for more roaches (by my husband, I wasn't quite up to going with him). Very little progress on the housework (as usual), but at least Puffie pooped in his
bath, drank some water and ate some greens (with much encouragement from "Daddy"), stuffed himself with bugs, and then displayed his usual interest in the mouse cable when Daddy sat down for a session with his laptop afterwards. Puff ended up plastering himself up against the glass to keep a sharp eye on what he still seems to think is a big long black wiggly worm, and eventually fell asleep that way. More or less another typical weekend at the Baileys..
Crazy weather here -- it warmed up (relatively speaking) to about 40 F, but it's windy and raining on top of snow and generally nasty and miserable out there. A good day to stay inside, even if it is above freezing. :wink: