That Second Shot Is A Doozy

So the second covid shot was supposed to have more pronounced after effects than the first one. I didn't really pay attention to whatever those were because other than my arm being sore the day after, I didn't really have any other effects. I can tell you that my arm got significantly more sore today. And I was feeling aches all over. Not bad really and maybe I was more sensitive to whatever was aching but I was feeling it more today. I did remind myself that I put in 15000+ steps on Monday, the most I had done in more than a year! And I followed that right back up with 11600 yesterday. I should feel some soreness right? Anyway we picked up the dog first thing at Lisa's. She again mentioned how nice it was that she had the puppy for the evening and I left it to her to figure out what an arrangement would look like that would work for both of us. I do NOT plan on coming early every morning to pick up the dog that much was for sure. Besides, I had the monthly townhall meeting at work to attend this morning and I had to pick up Johnnie's breakfast, get him settled and then attend the meeting at 8:30. Johnnie did have DANCE first thing so that was at least not something I needed to watch him do. Yesterday I noted that he had a surprise evaluation for reading and comprehension and i thought he did pretty well actually. Maybe rushed to the whole thing so fast he might have missed something here or there. Kid is like his dad (ME of course). Not exactly a burrower of details. But the talent is most definitely there. Look at him watching the ART video from Ms Metz's class I posted.  And then I got my own slew of meetings done. Today I met with a consulting firm about data connectivity with health data for the CAL Health Foundation. They requested MY expertise. And I provided it too. Pretty good in terms of providing value and creating a reputation huh? Now that the dog is no longer sick, I can finally take a step back and figure out where the events of the past few days fit in terms of meaning and in terms of direction. One would guide the other right? I go back to an overarching premise: EVERYTHING IS YOU PUSHED OUT. If I hold that to be true, what was I pushing out? 

In the meantime, it IS the first week of February and with the dog in the house today and Johnnie in the middle of his Wednesday school routine, and me in the middle of my midweek routine, we're all busy. Except the dog perhaps since he pretty much spent the bulk of the day sleeping. Yesterday was actually Groundhog Day and I was disappointed to learn that the rodent saw his shadow meaning 6 more weeks of winter. That's ok I guess if it remains nice and warm-ish like today. I was hoping for an uneventful drama-free day actually. It was not to be. We almost did get it. We went to Panda Express westwood for the Wednesday night dinner run, I pretty much ate nothing but leftovers (chicken) but it was still pretty good. And we took the dog out to poop and pee, which she did, and we played with her outside for a bit. All seemed well. 10 minutes later I took stuff out to the trash chute and I heard Johnnie screaming from the apartment "she's doing it again DAD"!!! WTF?! True enough poop was coming out of her butt and she was slobbering from her mouth and writhing on the ground. What in the hell was happening now? We had barely given her stuff to eat all day! Johnnie's account was that she chewed on one of those berries he brought in from outside as part of his math collection. She supposedly didn't swallow. But whatever was happening seemed to be stomach-related. Of course I was on the phone to Lisa immediately! Showed her the dog on Facebook and asked her to maybe come get her again. I hate this. She told me to simply keep the dog calm and she would be by in an hour. For her part, she did a quick exam not like she's a vet or an expert, but at least another person was looking. Actually in a half hour by the time she came by the house, the dog seemed better already. And now I'm feeling a little stupid for overreacting. Since the dog seemed ok, I decided she would stay with us this evening. Lisa always does a walk on Wednesday night anyway. In an hour, she was her normal self... look at her licking my face. Maybe Johnnie just dropped her or something? In any case, drama averted. I can only think this is me pushing out DISTRACTIONS STILL. Hmmm....