September 05, 2007
Worst. Day. Ever.
So it's Sunday afternoon, and I'm standing there in the Animal 911 waiting room, and the vet is showing me the X-ray where I can see the huge cluster of stones in my sweet Daisy's obstructed bladder.
My cell phone rings, and it's Husband, telling me that he's been fired. FIRED. By the same mother-fuckers who have been embezzling from the company. Fired by selfish, drunken, black-hearted, inhuman scum, for the crime of wanting to earn an honest living.
Welcome to Poor Town, indeed.
I've spent this week helping Husband clean out his desk and office, and taking my dog in for emergency surgery. It's been an emotional rollercoaster, to say the least. I would liken Sunday to the day I left my practice husband, without the benefit of moving into Billi and Brad's house.
So you can see how I might have been too distracted to blog. There's absolutely nothing funny about a urinary blockage or white collar crime.
Things have settled down a bit now. Daisy is home and resting comfortably, when not being sniffed all over by Stella. And Husband is very excited about starting a new company.
Unfortunately, I'm heading up north tomorrow, sans Husband and Daisy, avec Stella, Egrau and J. I know it seems cruel, but, what with being "between jobs," Husband will be home with Daisy much of the time. And I can't very well abandon Egrau and J, as it's my family's cabin we will be staying at. Have to play hostess!
I won't be back until Monday night, so I guess this week is kind of a wash as far as blogs go. I'm sorry. I'll do better next week, I promise.
Comments
*hugs*
Posted by: CelticElff at September 5, 2007 05:48 PM
It'll get better!
Posted by: Margy at September 6, 2007 08:22 AM
You poor thing!!! I will treat you to carby goodness and I may even bake for you soon.....
We can wallow together.
Posted by: Vicki at September 6, 2007 11:28 AM
OMFG!! How awful! Take care of yourself, Wenchie, don't worry about our petty little need to be entertained by you. Let us know how you are when you can.
Posted by: Careswen at September 6, 2007 12:01 PM
I owe you some belated hugs and comfort for this day. I was sick at the time you posted, and fuzzy enough in the head that I don't think I would have been able to phrase anything well.
Take care of yourself, and hopefully Husband and Daisy will sort themselves out.
Posted by: Mickey at September 12, 2007 03:26 AM