Catching up

Where to start?

Myrtle Vacation... was... anything but. My sister's baby shower was more successful than I expected and it had a fine turnout. The one thing she requested to do at the shower was the one thing that was making it the hardest... tie dye onsies. But to tie dye you need hot water, who wants to get dressed up cute and then use clothing dye? It worked out when thanks to good ole google I found instructions for cold water dye jobs. My family bickered and argued endlessly per usual, and I basically just dislike being in a town I lived in where I was immensely unhappy. Needless to say, I'm glad to be home....

...to a sick dog. Finn, our charmingly stupid and sweet Golden Retriever had a sore jaw. At first he was eating and drinking, barking an playing. I took him in for xrays and sedation to give his mouth a good look. Nothing. No diagnosis... MAYBE eosiniphillic myasitis, an autoimmune disorder, maybe. So he was prescribed Prednisone, a steroid to help with swelling, inflammation and soreness. A day and a half later he started to look like a flower wilting. Stopped drinking, eating, then moving really. Of course it was Friday on a long weekend.. I couldn't take him into Dr Runge's, whom I love and have worked for off and on since I was 19. By bedtime I was scared so I looked up the closest emergency vet and took him in. First off, and EXAM is $80. And the place looked like a dump, aesthetically, for $80 a pop he place shouldn't look awful... that doesn't exactly breed confidence. Nor should the technicians look like they climbed out of the tv while someone was watching deliverance. It's 1am.. I have no choice. So after 3 hours the Dr. breezes in, hardly listens to my list of symptoms and breezes out. I ask to speak with the Dr again and she acts like I'm insulting her for wanting to DISCUSS his treatment. I'm already in over $300 bucks and no one has a clue what's going on. She is horrid to me so I ask for some fluids, something to coat his stomach and I will call my vet in the morning. So I do and she gets some fluids and meds together for me to administer at home and when David gets in he runs down to get them. But Finn keep getting worse, and worse. Explosive bloody diarrhea (all over my living room I might add) which looks like raspberry jelly, he can't even keep water down anymore. I have no choice, he needs and IV and constant care, I can go down to the clinic with him and sleep there etc. but it's closed so there won't be a Dr. if he crashes and won't be till Tues... I HAVE to go back to that EC with him, it's for his good, my feelings of the place aside. So he's been there since, still no one can give me a definitive diagnosis and until last night he wasn't responding to any of the treatment. Today looks a little sunnier. We'll see.

With that being said I have learned a lesson about keeping money for emergencies. I always keep the credit card clear and I felt that would be sufficient. Over $1,500 later, I now know better.

Random: I'm exhausted, I'm worried etc... and to keep my mind occupied last night I sat on myspace and commented people I hadn't in forever. Well one person, a girl I went to Hope Center, a wilderness camp, with, whom I have known for over ten years,comments me back and made me feel like a dirtbagfor kidding around and calling her an asshole. I do this all the time, I'm kidding... my friends know that...orI thought they did. I guess tone doesn't carry across the internet. It was just a bad time to get flack for messing around.

oh, and KP should be crawling soon. He's scooting backwards now and it's ticking him off endlessly he can't go forwards ;)