Why is it that nothing has gone right?

I feel like everything that could have gone wrong has gone wrong. I was 
prepared to treat the kennel cough. As much trouble as I had last week, I did 
know that behavioral problems were just sort of part of the package and at some 
point, I'd just have to suck it up and deal with it. Fine. I can moan and freak 
out online or outside. And deal with it when I have to because that was the 
only option I had. Who else was going to deal with it? My foster. My job. My 
responsibility. Reach down deep and make it work. Will power and dogged 
determination.  

It is just so frustrating to jump from one problem to another with this dog. 
The savings I had set aside for personal/dog emergencies is being eaten up far 
faster and far sooner than anticipated because it's just been one problem after 
another. I've been pouring money into this animal because what other choice is 
there? 

First, persistent kennel cough. Now bloody worms and god knows what else in 
terms of a parasite load. Another vet visit. More medication. More, more, more.

I am just starting to feel like I am never going to make any progress with this 
animal's health. Like I have a little furry financial black hole that will 
never get any better. A completely irrational thought. There is sadness because 
I want to see her healthy and she's not. There is frustration because something 
new seems to crop up every other day. There is a feeling of helplessness. 
Hopelessness and despair probably aren't too far off. 

And the money will run out. Hopefully 'eventually' as opposed to 'soon'. 
Freelance is slow. And I am actively looking for a day job. I had thought I had 
enough put aside. Maybe not.

And this is all being felt particularly keenly right now because I haven't 
really been out of the house except to go to the post office in over a week. 
Nor have I seen any people except the post office lady in a week. That is A LOT 
of isolation. That is way too much time alone with my thoughts and a situation 
that seems determined to break me into little matchstick pieces. Who would have 
ever suspected that a sick little dog would be the thing that did me in? I'd 
laugh at the absurdity if I weren't just...I don't even know.

Getting to the point where I just want to shove my head under the pillow and 
forget that the world exists. Today is just one of those days. They happen. 
Eventually...I know I'll regroup and be fine.

Apologies for the whinging. Just feeling very, very low right now. Which is 
made worse because I don't feel particularly entitled to moaning when there are 
people out there that have it so much worse than I do. But thank you for the 
listen all the same. :(



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