I want a squishy!

I'm so broody right now! I think it's a side effect of this cloud I seem to be trapped inside at the moment. I just want to feel needed. There's something so rewarding in knowing that someone is depending on you. It becomes a reason to get through each day. I definitely need that right now. I'm not broody for a baby by the way. I'm not getting into that kind of craziness! I really really want a dog. It's like a deep-seated need. I can't really explain it.I'm enjoying spending more times with the rats, but I need something a bit more stimulating and responsive. I want something to hug but the ratties won't stay still for long enough. I keep looking at dogs who need rehoming and picking out who I would take home. The most annoying thing is that the last couple of years would have been the ideal time to take on a dog. I've been around most of the day so it wouldn't have been alone too long. I could have got the dog gradually used to being alone for longer, ready for going back to work. I would have been in the ideal position to make sure any new addition was properly settled in. The main obstacles have been the state of the house (living with an obstinate hoarder is never a good idea), the rodent pets (never a good mix with a new dog) and more recently my potential employment (more on this momentarily). For now I will just make do with giggling at the ratties' antics and smothering them with love and treats.

On the subject of a job; I haz one! I finally got through the wall of security and terrorist checks and had a phone call about starting work. I'm just waiting for the paper work to come through now, so I know what to expect. While it's put an end to my dog-acquiring plans for the moment, it will help in the long run as I'll finally have some funds and eventually be in a position to move somewhere better. Although I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it all right now. I am looking forward to having a proper schedule again and decent money coming in. I was, however just settling in to a routine of caring and volunteering which allowed me time to indulge in some of my hobbies. I've been my own boss and not really had any commitments for so long now it's going to be a strange feeling to be going to work every day. To be honest, I'm not really sure how I feel about it right now. I guess I'll know more once I get started.

Ouchies

Last week was a fairly interesting week (by my standards anyway). I managed to hurt myself in quite a lot of really stupid ways. On Monday I managed to burn a neat line on my temple with hair straighteners. During the course of Tuesday I managed to acquire some really itchy insect bites on one ankle and then to twist the other ankle (on the way to the doctor's surgery). The further irony of the ankle-twisting is that at the time I was distracted thinking about how I hadn't had any flare-ups of my old ankle injury for a long time. Foolish me! The real injury of the week happened on Thursday when my ankle decided a sprain wasn't enough, gave up and launched me towards the pavement. The result of this was a neat slice on my palm, a skinned knee and the re-aggravation of my old ligament damage. Yay!
I'd forgotten how much this kind of injury manages to hurt. Once I'd hobbled home and the shock had worn off, I got slapped with the pain-stick well and truly. I am not someone who cries readily, in fact it's a very rare occurence for me (probably a contributing factor to my interesting mental state of affairs). Anyway, what I was about to say was that my ankle hurt so much it managed to meke me teary. The problem being that once I'd filled up, the torrent was unleashed full-force. In a watery explosion of self-pity I managed to weep furiously for over an hour before running out of energy and falling asleep. I have to say, I did feel a hell of a lot better in myself when I woke up (aside from the ankle pain). The positive feeling was no doubt helped along by the prospect of a weekend away from home. I set off on Friday, with the help of a crutch and grim determination towards Bristol for a few days of fun.
I returned after a thoroughly enjoyable (and much needed) break with pulled muscles in my arm (from using the crutch) and now I get to experience the delightful low that always seem to follow these highs. I'm left contemplating what is worse; the physical pain from my various mishaps, or the mental ache caused by contemplating my current situation and remembering and re-imagining events past.