My Life Sucks

Sometimes life just sucks. This is one of those times.

The first thing that happened was my realization that I'm being strung along by the guy I went out with a couple of weeks ago. He said that he would call me during Thanksgiving week to say hi and that the following week he would call again to set up a day to get together again. He even volunteered that we could take it slow. Two weeks have gone by and he never called. Apparently what he meant to say was that he wasn't interested in me, but rather than be honest and get it over with, he preferred to leave me hanging for a couple of weeks until I figured it out on my own. Or, perhaps he found some low-hanging fruit in the meantime. It's annoying, but not worth shedding tears over.

Next, Murphy is not doing well. I'm not sure if his quality of life is good enough. He's bleeding heavily from his nose and is getting weaker. I'm keeping him heavily medicated to keep him comfortable, but I can't be sure if he's suffering. Trying to decide if he should be put down is breaking my heart. He still has a voracious appetite, likes to take a walk everyday and hump my leg, so his life isn't completely awful. I honestly don't know what to do.

Lastly, as I was leaving for work today, my mom called and said that my dad is in the hospital. He was having cardiac arrythmias, had pneumonia and was coughing up blood. She called too late for me to call in sick, so I had to drive to work while sobbing and hyperventilating. Once I was able to talk to my dad on the phone I was better, but of course I'm worried sick. Tomorrow I can visit him and hopefully find out exactly what happened and how serious it is. In the meantime, my life so sucks.