In lieu of a real post

• The dog is fine. Our vet, with almost 40 years of experience, had never seen the type of thing she had grow on an internal organ.  Apparently she and I have more in common than I thought: crazy issues. The tumor was so big that she is visibly smaller.  The vet offered to show my mom; she declined.  I'd have looked, of course.  But it was just a fatty growth and she is fine and recovering well.  I had to go to my mom's house and use therapy skills to do a sheet lift to get her out of the car, but once she was out she's been walking around and doing well.  She was a bit miffed at my mom yesterday and when I got there she was so happy to see me.  I was so proud of her because we had to roll her onto the sheet and then I lifted her front until it was out then had my mom hold that when I lifted her rear and she stayed calm and let us.  Usually she's a neurotic mess.
• I am very tired.  I actually slept until nearly when I should have been at work this morning.It worked out, but so embarrassing.
• The breathing med may be helping a tiny bit.  By tiny I mean TINY but it is something.
• I have decided that steroids may be the last resort and I've begged to avoid them, but based on whatever I work out about them with Dr. Brain I am ready to do that if this fails.  I can't keep going like this and at least if I got through some sedated steroids I'll get some drugged rest.  I can't function this tired.
• My tiny little baby niece has hit the 95% for weight and head size.  She's a round little thing.  I saw new pictures today and she is so cute.
• Today marks 10 years that I have officially been an occupational therapist.

A real post sometime.  When I am not so tired I want to curl up and die.