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Not that I actually have anything to complain about, because Saturday was declared No Sports Day and spent at home -- the temperatures have dropped to late-summer level, i.e. around 30°, with very cool nights (around 15°), and staying at home with windows and doors open was just too big a temptation. Also, my stress levels are pretty high right now, which means I need a lot of sleep -- bless my coping mechanisms; other people can't sleep in stressful times -- and I certainly got that.
Rambo is growing like... well, whatever grows so fast you can almost watch it growing. Since I don't have kitchen scales I used a 0,75 kg weight yesterday to get an approximation of his weight: I daresay he's around 800 grams now, which is perfect for his age of about 10 weeks.
What wasn't quite so perfect was the test run for his sleeping pills. I think the vet gave me the wrong dosage -- a somewhat superficial research on the internet seems to indicate that per 1 kg you need between 0,01 and 0,1mg of the main ingredient, Alprazolam. Vet sent me one 0,05mg pill divided into 16 pieces and advised to give Rambo one such piece. While I wouldn't necessarily use the highest dosage, 1/5 or maybe even half a pill seems far more appropriate. I'll call him today to discuss it.
Anyway, the fact that Rambo got too little of the drug meant almost 2 hrs of close supervision, because his movements did of course get clumsy, before he finally fell asleep. It wasn't the sleep of the drugged, though, because he woke, just as he usually does, whenever I entered his room. The only positive result obtained by this otherwise useless experiment is the knowledge that at least he doesn't ave any sort of paradoxical reaction, i.e. becoming hyperactive, which can sometimes happen.
The uncertainty re. effect of the pills didn't exactly contribute to lowering my stress levels, though. God, how I wish that I and the Critters were already safe in Vienna! The rest (i.e. packing and unpacking etc.) can go hang itself -- it's only about things, in the end, and things, unlike Critters, aren't overly important.
Considering the frazzled state of my nerves, I hope my self-control will hold during the hour or so of agony, when I'm trying to teach New Colleague the secrets of accountancy. The thing is, it isn't only the accounting thingy. Because, you ought to se him write... With two fingers and according to the Eagle Method, i.e. circling above the keyboard and then zeroing in on the letters/signs. With two fingers. *headdesk* And no matter how many times I say, "Look, it's not important whether you have typos in the name of this document, because the name vanishes as soon as you upload it -- the only important thing is that *you* know what it is!" in tones of utter exasperation, he always deletes the letters, one by one (highlighting whole blocks is something he hasn't discovered so far) and writes the title again, only to discover he's made another mistake... If I could, I would resort to physical violence. Today's workout at the gym promises to be somewhat vigorous...
On the bright side, I got photos on Friday of my renovated flat, and it looks wonderful. They've already bought and put together the pieces of furniture I wanted, and I'm very, very satisfied with the result.
Right, work now, and accountancy in the afternoon. Oh frabjous day...
Rambo is growing like... well, whatever grows so fast you can almost watch it growing. Since I don't have kitchen scales I used a 0,75 kg weight yesterday to get an approximation of his weight: I daresay he's around 800 grams now, which is perfect for his age of about 10 weeks.
What wasn't quite so perfect was the test run for his sleeping pills. I think the vet gave me the wrong dosage -- a somewhat superficial research on the internet seems to indicate that per 1 kg you need between 0,01 and 0,1mg of the main ingredient, Alprazolam. Vet sent me one 0,05mg pill divided into 16 pieces and advised to give Rambo one such piece. While I wouldn't necessarily use the highest dosage, 1/5 or maybe even half a pill seems far more appropriate. I'll call him today to discuss it.
Anyway, the fact that Rambo got too little of the drug meant almost 2 hrs of close supervision, because his movements did of course get clumsy, before he finally fell asleep. It wasn't the sleep of the drugged, though, because he woke, just as he usually does, whenever I entered his room. The only positive result obtained by this otherwise useless experiment is the knowledge that at least he doesn't ave any sort of paradoxical reaction, i.e. becoming hyperactive, which can sometimes happen.
The uncertainty re. effect of the pills didn't exactly contribute to lowering my stress levels, though. God, how I wish that I and the Critters were already safe in Vienna! The rest (i.e. packing and unpacking etc.) can go hang itself -- it's only about things, in the end, and things, unlike Critters, aren't overly important.
Considering the frazzled state of my nerves, I hope my self-control will hold during the hour or so of agony, when I'm trying to teach New Colleague the secrets of accountancy. The thing is, it isn't only the accounting thingy. Because, you ought to se him write... With two fingers and according to the Eagle Method, i.e. circling above the keyboard and then zeroing in on the letters/signs. With two fingers. *headdesk* And no matter how many times I say, "Look, it's not important whether you have typos in the name of this document, because the name vanishes as soon as you upload it -- the only important thing is that *you* know what it is!" in tones of utter exasperation, he always deletes the letters, one by one (highlighting whole blocks is something he hasn't discovered so far) and writes the title again, only to discover he's made another mistake... If I could, I would resort to physical violence. Today's workout at the gym promises to be somewhat vigorous...
On the bright side, I got photos on Friday of my renovated flat, and it looks wonderful. They've already bought and put together the pieces of furniture I wanted, and I'm very, very satisfied with the result.
Right, work now, and accountancy in the afternoon. Oh frabjous day...
