I know I said I was going to focus on the positive, but this has really been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. It started on Monday. I had my doctor’s appointments. Other than having to wear dark sunglasses, my eye appointment and mammogram were fine.
I also saw the podiatrist. My assessment going into the appointment was that I’m a hot mess from the top of the ankle to the tip of the toes on both feet. And, basically, I was right. And at some point I evidently chipped a bone in my left ankle. The right one is just full of spurs and arthritis. Fun times! It’s looking more like a surgery is in my future to clean out that ankle with the arthritis and spurs.
Tuesday is when I discovered Bambi had passed.
Wednesday morning, I left for work and ended up having a deer commit suicide by jumping into my car. Honestly, I am feeling really lucky that it wasn’t worse than it was. The car runs, and other than a headlight gone and the door only half opening, it’s functional. It will get fixed next month.
When I got home that afternoon, I discovered that Flower has bottle jaw. Her eye membranes are pure white.
Thursday, Freddie tried to kill me–multiple times. He will get sold rather than wethered. I have a policy of not keeping goats who try to kill me.
Astra was also acting sick. She had no appetite and seemed really cold, but I couldn’t find anything wrong with her otherwise.
And Friday…the streak broke. Thank goatness.