Stress is my middle name

What a rough week this is. Please tell me how it is only Tuesday??? And at the same time, how is it already TUESDAY??? I have only a few more days to pack, and my stress level is increasing exponentially. But, it will all get done. Because it has too! Am I the only one that finds that comforting? That no matter how overwhelmed I am, and no matter how hard it seems like things are, I am always able to make stuff happen because I have no other choice.
But still, I am way behind, and that worries me. And between my surgery recovery, work and packing dilemmas, I am not able to see as much of my friends as I would like before my move. And that is pretty depressing, because there are a lot of people that I love here. Hopefully, I'll get a chance to get in a little more bonding time before I go; thankfully two of my dearest friends who are always there in a little support net around me will be roadtrippin with me this week-end to move some of the bigger stuff! And any of my wonderful other friends are welcome to join as well!
Then you have the winding down at work. Now, granted, everyone is stressed over the impending accreditation inspection. And I know that on top of that, everyone is very disappointed that I am leaving, and I am going to miss them like crazy. And I know that while everyone has been very supportive of what I am trying to do, there is some resentment there. After all, it is rough on everyone when an important part of the team leaves. (I am not being conceited, I swear. I just happen to have a lot of responsibility at work, which I have been working on passing on so that no one will be left in the lurch). But it really shocks me, and kind of hurts my feelings that my boss has started to get short with me. I mean, we have gotten pretty close since I have been working there. I've been to her house to help out with some of her animals. We recommend books to each other. We joke, laugh, share advice... basically act like friends. So this kinda cold behavior is really having a negative effect on me. Oh well, what else can you expect when you are leaving a job?
And then there is Miss Luna. Her poor belly problems keep coming back. I feed her enough food for a dog twice her size and she is still too skinny. We've run a lot of tests and given her a lot of medications, and she still is having diarrhea. It looks like she have a problem absorbing nutrients from the food- we are running a Mal digestion Panel on her tomorrow. If she has a pancreatic problem, she could be on supplements forever. Who knows how the problem will effect her lifespan? I mean, she is a BABY! I am not supposed to have to worry about this stuff for another ten years at least! On the flip side, this panel could just indicate that her shitty care early in life has screwed her intestines up royally, and a month or two of medicine could help her. While I am hoping for the curable thing, it is harder to accept that someone could neglect their pet to that point than it would be to accept that her pancreas is not functioning correctly, you know? I mean, if you had control over the situation, wouldn't you choose health for your pet?
And then there is the Major News, which is the toughest of all to deal with at the moment. That one, however, is not something I am ready to talk about just yet. I'm not trying for a teaser, just an explanation for why I might be a little more spaced out and moody for awhile. Don't take it personally, believe me!

Anyway, nuff rambling for now! Hopefully, my head will have cleared tomorrow, because I have been wanting to write a tribute to the beautiful, late, great Genuine Risk!