I missed posting yesterday. It was one of those days that just got away from me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
My Puppers has been sick the last couple of nights. Throwing up every other hour or so overnight. I haven't been getting much sleep because of it. Yesterday started with a trip to the vet. 2.5 hours, tons of tests, countless shots, and a stupid amount of money that I don't have later…? Pancreatitis. Awesome. I then had to get gas, and food, and then drive 2.5 hours to my mother's house. All on about three hours of non-consecutive sleep for the second night in a row.
Luckily I made it to my Mom's unscathed. I managed NOT to fall asleep and went to dinner and my cousin's baseball game.
Having a pet has made me rethink having children. I know that people say this often but it's true. The amount of worry and stress involved in trying to care for a sick pet who can't tell you what's wrong. It's this tiny little life that you know will eventually have an expiration date and it's a gutting thought.
I've very lucky that I've found an excellent set of vets, who, even though they always recommend an absurd amount of testing; really do care about your pet and making sure that they are as healthy as they can be.
So here I sit, with a recovering puppers and her best friend (my Mom's dog) and vacation mode has truly set in. I've only thought about work once today. Well, twice if you count the typing of the thing. I'll call that progress.