This weekend wasn’t my best. I’ve been feeling very down since last Thursday and I kept a low profile in the blogging community and on Facebook the past few days.
One of the reasons I’ve been feeling this way is the weather. I’m sick of the cold weather, snow, ice on the roads and so on. It helps that as of today it’s getting warmer. Guess I’m a somewhere in the middle person regarding the weather: I don’t like it too hot but also not too cold.
Besides that my IBS problems are worse than a few weeks ago and that irritates me very much. I didn’t work out, not even for a minute, this weekend. Even my walks with Bella were short, poor Bella. I totally wasn’t in the mood and didn’t want to do anything.
But enough is enough and I decided I won’t let this define my mood and moved on today. I can’t change the weather and just have to deal with it. I can do something about my IBS problems and I started doing something about that today. . I’ll get back on that later this week.
Usually I’m a positive person but every now and then I have a few days I’m feeling down. Let’s call this one the winter blues. I also don’t talk about it either most of the times, usually I put on my happy face and figure everything out myself.
Last Tuesday we went to the vet with Bella for her annual check and vaccination. The difference between Roussy and Bella is that you had to drag Roussy inside, she was scared of the vet, but Bella is the first who’s inside. The vet totally loved her.
She’s a very healthy dog. But lately we noticed that when she’s deep asleep she sometimes pees in her sleep without noticing. This happened after she’s fixed.
Today I had her urine checked and (in this case) unfortunately there’s nothing wrong with that. This means she’s incontinent which is really early for a dog that’s only 2 years old. I got medication for this which she has to take for the rest of her life.
The “Elfstedentocht” didn’t happen last week. The ice wasn’t thick enough. But my manager did skate it last Friday. It took him 13 hours to finish it, something I could never do and I admire him that he did it.
And last but not least, this bastard is coming back and back to our garden. I love birds in my garden but not the ones who only come here to get a fish from our pond for dinner. The fish are at the bottom of the pond when it’s cold so he didn’t get his meal (yet).