This is a time when I wish I was wrong. Cotton had a vet appointment today. She confirmed what I've thought for a while. He's going blind. I figured this was the case, since he hasn't been able to go up or down stairs after dark for about a year. He's got cataracts, which are not painful; he's just losing his sight. There is the option of (very expensive) surgery to fix this, but I'm going to wait and see. He's mostly an inside dog, so if he adjusts OK, I'll probably let nature take its course.
I'm not sure what to do about work. I had originally planned to be off work for eight weeks. However, based on the success of the surgery and the fact that I was released from the hospital a few days earlier than expected, my surgeon told me I could probably go back to work after six weeks. Today is five weeks, and I'm not feeling quite ready to go back. I'm feeling a lot better, but I'm still pretty tired and sore. I'm not sure if another week will make enough of a difference. Then again, maybe I'm sleeping so much because I'm in vacation mode. My job's not exactly physical, so whether I'm sore at home or work shouldn't make a difference, should it? I might end up touching base with the Boss to see what she says.
Seeing the Light
6 hours ago