A bad day, but it didn't start that way

Although the morning started a little off, it wasn't really that bad. I had to take the SO out to pick up a moving truck so he could help a friend move. Unfortunately, I forgot about that and decided to sleep in a bit. By the time I got up and got ready (and he finished getting ready), we only had 20 minutes to get clear across town and for me to get back to T. It had snowed, just a dusting but the car still had to be cleaned off. We had 16 minutes to make the trip. I walked into T eight minutes late. I cannot stand to be late to anything, so that really bothered me.

Luckily, I got over it when I realized that the T understood and wasn't mad or upset with me. We talked about how I haven't really been sleeping well. That's usually due to nightmares, but I am not remembering any. We also talked about how this might be that kind of situation anyways (even though I'm not remembering) because the other things that usually come along with the nightmares are happening. It's a little different this time, which makes me question if it is actually mine this time. Unfortunately, the most I could do was allude to it. I told him that we won't cover that for a very long time. There are just some topics that are completely off limits.

After T, I had to run some errands. I had to make an exchange at one store, and pick up cat food at another. I also had to stop off at the college to check on my financial aid for this coming semester and to inquire about books. When I was done everything (it didn't take as long as I thought it would which was great), I went home.

I checked on the fish in the tank (we had three goldfish) and I could immediately tell that they were sick. They had something called ick. It's a fish parasite that can be deadly. I put the medicine into the tank, but could see that one of the fish was already dead (my fish as it turned out). I was hoping to save the other two, but didn't hold out much hope. They had gone from no visual symptoms to coated in white fuzz overnight. The other two died over the next two hours. I know the SO thinks that I am silly, but I get really attached to fish. I feel bad because if I had read the back of the "ick medicine" box a week ago, I would have recognized the early signs. They can be mistaken for other things...like normal fish behavior. My fish had gotten caught between a tank decoration and the side of the tank a few weeks back. Once that happened, she started having problems and spent a lot of time floating near the top of the tank. That happens to be an early sign of ick, but I thought that she had damaged her swim bladder when she got trapped. Last night, I saw a tiny white spot on her eye, and considered putting the medication into the tank, but I decided to wait until this morning and see how they were doing. That was the biggest mistake, and I had to find my fish dead and watch the others die slowly because of it.

The SO has decided that he doesn't have the time right now to really take care of fish, so he isn't getting any more right now. I hope that he doesn't get any more for quite a while. It's just too hard when they die.

He disposed of my fish because she died first, but I had to dispose of the second one. Now, he has gone to work. He asked me to turn everything off and dispose of the third fish. It's really hard. He doesn't expect me to clean out the tank, but I can't leave it sitting like that. I'll end up scrubbing it out.

So, the day didn't start out too badly, but it's sure gone downhill from there.

I'll miss ya Spot, Marley, and Chip.

Me