It has been one of those weeks that just drags on and on and gets worse by the day so I am REALLY looking forward to a (somewhat) relaxing weekend. Christmas shopping and wrapping are done with the exception of a few items and all I need to buy are 2 gift cards so I am thrilled. More time to spend with the men in my life, even though I have been spending a lot of time with them lately…just not quality time.
Last Sunday I was cooking dinner (a miracle unto itself lately) and I got a splinter in my thumb. No biggie, I just grabbed the tweezers and got the sucker out. Monday morning I had to take Blue, our 10-year old beagle to the vet for dental surgery. His teeth have been horrible for way too long but I kept living in denial and was in fear of taking him to the vet. I finally broke down and took him 2 weeks ago. So they tell me his teeth need to be pulled and they will give me an estimate of what it will cost when we leave. They check his irritated skin which is why I brought him in and they prescribed and anti-inflammatory. I told them how he likes to pee in my house in 2 particular spots and they gave me an antibiotic and said it might be a UTI. I left $266 poorer with a follow up appointment for the following Friday. Friday he had 3 shots, they took urine, gave us a new medicine and we scheduled him for surgery on Monday. I left $217 poorer and depressed just as the weekend began.
Monday morning I dropped off Nate and then Blue. I was nervous all day but he was fine and had 17 teeth pulled and I am now $517 poorer. I couldn’t believe it but he was a just little groggy and still has 25 left to work with. Remember that splinter from Sunday? By Tuesday morning I knew that I had missed a little bit and it had swelled up to a little smaller than a chocolate chip. I headed to the dermatologist and she numbed my thumb and came at me with a scalpel. I almost passed out so she laid me back and I closed my eyes. I didn’t change the bandage until the next day and was shocked to see the HOLE in my thumb! It makes me queasy every time I think about it.
While I was waiting to see the dermatologist Love called and told me that something exploded behind our house. Turns out it was a 21-year old at this tiny environmental company using a torch to cut apart a propane tank. Brilliant. Luckily there is an ambulance company a few houses away so they took the guy over to Stony Brook immediately. While I was on the phone with Love he also mentioned that Nate was running a fever. When I came home he was a mess on the couch. I took his temperature and it was 103.7 degrees. I gave him Motrin and we headed to my bed since he wasn’t hungry. He was sweaty and tossing and turning most of the night but by mid-morning he was better so I figured it was a virus. That night he spiked the fever again…and last night again. Luckily this morning he wanted to go to school and his temp was 98.6.
Now it’s time for the weekend!
P.S. I have been trying to be creative with that damn Elf on a Shelf this year so I will post some fun photos next week ;)
