Waiting

Waiting has to be the worst thing in the world. Tomorrow Abbey goes in to get a fine needle aspiration to determine what is causing the lump on his hock. When that is done, I will immediately FedEx his x-rays down to Ohio State Veterinary College where they have a greyhound cancer expert. They will read the x-rays and let me know what they think. It's always good to have a second (or third or fourth) opinion.

I went to the gym tonight and hit the heavy bag. Maybe that was a bad idea as my foot is nowhere near to being healed. But Muay Thai is my stress-relief mechanism and not being able to train in such a stressful time is just too much. So I hit the bag and will deal with the consequences tomorrow - not being able to walk in the morning.

Waiting for results after the FNA is going to be brutal. I will have to find something to keep myself occupied and busy. And I have to work on Saturday, which is even worse. Right now, going to Sudbury for the holidays is up in the air. It will all depend on the results of the FNA.

This type of stress makes everything else that has been lurking below the surface rise up and boil over. I'm on edge, my emotions are raw and not entirely under control. I can be at work, but I have to be careful who I go near and who I talk to. On top of it, Christmas sucks anyway. This time of year always sends me into a depressive dive.