I have to vent, so I'm sorry in advance.
This week has sucked. I took Monday off for a gyno appointment. I waited in the stupid paper robe thing for 30 minutes only to have the doctor tell me at their office (my first time going here) they only make people come every other year in my age range, so I actually didn't need one. Thanks for the heads up..? Then I had an eye appointment in the afternoon. I've been on and off correcting my vision for years because the prescriptions I get never work quite right. My new eye doctor (we've been in Geneva for almost two years, I'm just starting to see doctors here, can you tell) finally figured out I have a degenerative eye disorder and no amount of correct will make me see right and eventually I'll need corneal transplants. The disorder is something along the lines of my corneas are basically dissolving off my eyeballs and cause my eyes to lose their round shape which is why contacts and glasses don't work right. I told FI about it and my parents and no one even cared, which made me feel awful. I mean, I'm eventually going to need partial eye transplants and everyone I told about it was all like "well if it's not that bad yet than what are you upset about". Gee, I don't know, my eyes are only dissolving out my fricken head and I'll never be able to see again. Is that not worth getting upset about?
FI and I have been fighting all week. I don't even know about what. We've just been on each other nerves lately. And last night we had a big blow out. He's not put off by dirt and dog hair, but I grew up in a meticulously clean home so I'm more aware of it. FI won't just clean because things are dirty or messy, he needs prompting. The only cleaning thing I ask of him is to not leave a sink full of dishes when he leaves for work because I hate coming home and finding them and having to do them. It's not fair that he leaves a huge mess then I have to come home from work and clean up after him. And he did it yesterday. And not just a few dishes in the sink. Like dirty cutting board and knives all over the countertop. I just wigged out. We have friends coming for the weekend and I don't want to be the only one cleaning up before people come. It sounds trite, but it's just a pet peeve of mine and I'm frankly sick of asking.
Our dog's also a jerk. Granted, he's a ten month old lab puppy, so he's kind of crazy by nature, but still. The first five month we had him was while I was unemployed, so he got used to being home with someone all day. Now that we both work he spend more time in his kennel (he can't be trusted to be left out yet). As soon as I got home from work yesterday I fed and walked him before I did anything or myself. But he was still a jerk. He keeps getting behind our garage and digging and I'm about ready to flucking kick him if he doesn't cut it the hell out. He did it last night and again this morning. Our garage is detached and built over the hill in our backyard, so the back foundation wall is exposed. It was structurally unsound, so when we bought the house we had to have the wall ripped off and rebuilt and the masons we hired were horrible. Under the garage is soot is scraps from the metal fabrication plant in town and they fricken pulled it all out and backed it up against the wall for pressure to hold the wall in place. Uh, hello, we have a puppy, how about you don't put carcinogenic materials that you can't identify all over our fricken backyard. God, so effing stupid. So we had to order dirt and cover it, but the ground is soft and the dog loves digging back there. We put up an 8 foot nylon garden fence around it but the bastard can still get back there. Plus the dog's so coped up and full of energy he refuses to come in the house once he's out. It took us an hour to get him in last night. AN HOUR. our backyard is huge and we can't catch him and nothing entices him anymore. He knows all our tricks. I'm just ready to scream.
And to top it all off, yesterday I drove my 30 minutes to work to realize I left my laptop at home and to turn around and go back for it. Today, in my angry fit over the dog, I stormed out without checking I had everything, got all the way to work and realized I left my keys and flashdrive at home. So I had to go back again. I want to shoot something at this point. Or smash my head into the wall. Anything. I just want this week to go DIE.
Sorry for the novel, have some cliff notes...
CN: New gyno is stupid. Eyes are dissolving out of my head and no one cares. Fi and I are fighting over trivial, stupid things. Dog is a jerk who can go back to the breeder for all I care right now. Keep forgetting work things at home meaning my 30 minute commute become an hour and half because I never remember I forget things until I get here. Go die week, just go die already.