Everything happened today.
My dog has been behaving odd lately - not eating her food among other things - so I took her to the vet. The vet performed all kinds of test, got the animal's records from the old vet, and decided to hold on to my pet for a couple of hours for more tests.
At the end of it all I found myself staring at a bunch of X-Rays of my dog's interior thinking, "shit, I can't read X-Rays; I wish my wife were here." She's no vet, obviously, but her medical background exceeds mine by at least an order of magnitude. I really needed help following what the doctor was saying.
In fact, I still don't really know. My dog seems to have a heart condition, and her liver is swollen for some mysterious reason. The vet's instructions: get this dog to a specialist ... before the weekend.
That doesn't sound good. Or it certainly sounds urgent.
I only have today off, so maybe my wife could take the dog to the specialist if I pleaded and begged and maybe slept on the couch so my snoring wouldn't bother her.
Except today my wife got the call ... she now has a job and will start tomorrow. Her new job title: Interventionist. She travels from school to school intervening with problem children. Or maybe that's children with problems. I have to admit, I don't really understand what her job is. That might be because she really doesn't know what her job is. Sometimes it's hard to tell until what a job is until you've been doing it for a while.
And then to make everything complicated ... somebody's mother has died. I *should* know who somebody is, but I really don't. I really have trouble keeping track of people. I barely know the people I work with!
Still, this death throws another wrench into the gears. My in-laws are going out of town to attend the funeral, leaving a gaping hole in baby-sitting coverage for my nephew. That means my wife has to step in ... except now she has a job ... so ... gah!
I really don't know what's going on anymore.
Shit is going on all around me and I just can't see to keep track of it.
Tomorrow I have to take my dog to a specialist. Can he mend her broken heart? If not, who will mend mine?
Canned food. From now on she get's nothing but canned food. No more nasty dry kibble.
