No, I’m not dead.
I’ve been touched by the comments and tweets that I’ve gotten, asking after me. You’re right, my blog has been very silent.
You see, I contracted a mysterious disease.
…Let me backtrack a bit.
So, in April I was extremely overworked. On top of the 35 hours I pull at the vet clinic, my dog training business was going through one of its booms again and I was out training almost every night during the week, and for 3-6 hours each weekend day as well. So I was working around 50 hours a week spread over all 7 days of the week.
But I had something to look forward to – vacation!
My 10 year Mount Allison University reunion was going to be in early May and a bunch of old friends from residence were attending. PH and I had planned a full 10 days home in the Maritimes, and the highlight was going to be the reunion. PH would drive me up to Sackville, New Brunswick and have dinner with my old friends, some of whom he knew from his own days at Mount Allison. Then he would go visit with his family and leave me to stay in residence with the girls, reminiscing and eating and dancing, for two whole days.
I don’t know when I’ve been so excited. I loved my university days. I loved the town. I loved the school. I loved the people. And I was going back, and it was going to be AWESOME.
So I dragged myself through day after exhausting day, counting the sleeps until vacation.
Then, the day before we were due to leave, I collapsed at work.
Like, literally collapsed.