On-call weekend

MW: 127.0
GW: 125

I'm on-call this weekend. Which means I get every emergency call from 6am-10pm. Sometimes the emergencies are easy... like a cut on the ear. Couple of stitches and some antibiotics and the dog is good to go. Sometimes the emergencies are more complicated, like one I got a few hours ago. It was a dog who had been straining to urinate but couldn't for 12 hours.

The good thing about being on-call is that I can never be too far from the clinic. I live about 30 minutes away so driving that length of time while a cat is potentially bleeding to death isn't ideal. I hang around the clinic to avoid that. Which means I don't have to be home for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. It's such a relief to NOT have to worry about eating with my bf's mom for an entire weekend.

For those who don't know, I live with my bf and his parents. My bf's mom is a nurse and a whack job. I've just accepted the fact that we will never get along because I disagree with most of what she says. But I nod and smile to keep the peace.

I love my job. I get paid enough to be on my own. I'm just afraid that in moving out, my bf wouldn't follow me because he's so happy at home. (Before you start thinking that he's a bum... he's a vet too.) We've been dating for 6 years. I really think that wold mean the end if I packed my stuff and just found another place to live. I want so badly to move out. We have no fucking space or privacy. Who can have a relationship living with their parents under the same roof?!?!  She uses my computer. She goes through my closet. She goes through his phone. I'm not your fucking kid. Don't snoop through my shit. The very thought of her makes my blood boil. I'm tired of the comments she makes on what I do or don't eat. The more you push me to eat the more I will push you back. She has control of everything in my life right now. Especially my bf. She controls everything except my food.

I suppose the only good thing that has come about living with her is that I rarely ever purge anymore. Throughout grad school it was happening 2-3 times a day. Now it's 2-3 times a month, maybe. If I lived alone, or even with my bf, I would always be able to find a way to b/p. There's always a silver lining I guess.

Today's intake was pretty typical of being on-call. Dry cereal, small salad, an apple, 1 cup grapes, and 2 coffees. Grand total of 717 kcal. No exercise though.

That's why I don't mind working so much. I love my job and I hate being "home". Home isn't safe.