So we’re going to start with the thing that’s bothering me the most and work our way down to the mildly irritating and/or totally stupid.
First up we have Homeslice’s lymph nodes in her little groin area. The one that was swollen over a month ago is still swollen and now there’s another one right next to it that keeps getting bigger although it’s still smaller than the other one. And then sometimes they seem to be almost gone, and then sometimes they swell back up again. I’m hysterical. I think I’m going to bring her back to the doctor because my anxiety disorder is pretty much demanding a blood test at this point even though she’s acting perfectly fine and healthy and has no fever and the swellings don’t hurt her at all and the original one hasn’t gotten any bigger than it was since it first appeared. But then I think maybe I won’t have her tested because I’m really scared of the blood test BECAUSE WHAT IF SHE’S REALLY SICK?
I need to know but I’m really afraid to find out.
And I’m giving up on the dog adoption situation. I had an appointment with a guy last night and he was supposed to bring 2 dogs for us to meet, but then it was just one dog and then he changed the time and THEN HE DIDN’T SHOW UP OR BOTHER TO CALL TO TELL ME HE WASN’T COMING OR ANSWER HIS PHONE.
This is a totally different organization than the other one that blew me off like this FIVE TIMES. They still haven’t returned my call after blowing me off the fifth time. It’s been two weeks.
I guess doing this to people and not respecting their time and the fact that adopting a pet is an EMOTIONAL thing and telling someone they will get to meet a potential new family member and then not even having enough respect for them to tell them you need to re-schedule and instead just letting them clear an entire day or a whole weekend and then completely blowing them off like they don’t matter is the way to run a dog rescue.
They’re always whining about how hard it is to be volunteers and that they have lives, you know, and that people need to be patient and blah, blah, blah, WHAT ABOUT ME? AM I NOT A PERSON TOO? I also have a life and I’m trying to do the right thing by adopting a homeless animal, but I’m getting treated like shit by these people.
I don’t understand.
I’ve learned a lot about people through this experience and it’s not good news, you guys. It’s not good news at all.
So, I’m giving up because I can’t deal with the disappointment and heartbreak anymore.
And moving back to Saturday night having gone to bed late after our Zombie Prom, I woke up at 3 in the morning feeling sticky and wet to discover that Alice had thrown up in our bed, under the blankets, and that I had been sleeping in it. At first I only noticed that I had slid my foot into something, so I checked it out and it was a HUGE pile of super-chunky something. I didn’t know what the hell it was, so I got out of bed to take a look and determined that it was some sort of really putrid contents from something (ass? stomach?) and so I limped into the bathroom to wash my foot off and re-group a little bit.
Mister got up to scrape what he determined to be vomit off the bed when I noticed that my back felt cold and wet, too. I had barf chunks stuck all over my shirt and I had left a trail of them behind me on the way to the bathroom. I had to take a complete shower and rinse the chunks out of my pajamas while Mister stripped the bed.
It took two trips to get all our bedding down to the basement washing machine, Alice following me the whole way and throwing up more little piles of goodness as we went.
It was…very special.
I never got back to sleep after that, so I basically got about 3 hours in before all the specialness was discovered.
That was the second night of sleep deprivation because on Friday night, we went to my friend Gina’s annual Halloween party and when we got home, Homeslice was wide awake and hanging out with the babysitter. She never went back to sleep for more than ten minutes at a time.
That was also a Very Special Evening.
We won best couple’s costume at Gina’s party though, so that was something good riding on the shitwagon that was our weekend.
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