In which things are still less than totally smooth, but I ain’t dead yet.
Bread got home Monday night. We promptly had a huge goddamned fight. (The kind of fight where he left and didn’t come back until the morning, and I was glad to see him go.) Go, us.
I’m getting tired of it. *sigh*
Tuesday I spent in class. For lunch, I got some vegetarian sushi from the coffee shop and ate it here in the classroom while surfing the Iowa Jobs db for work. (There’s nothing in this entire county I’m qualified for. There’s a bunch of stuff that pays $5.10 an hour, but I ain’t no kennel assistant or day laborer.)
Bread took poor Stella to the vet yesterday afternoon, and it turns out she has an hemotoma on her ear, which is a broken blood vessel from scratching or shaking. She’s got minor surgery today; they’re going to suture a tube into the ear and let it drain for ten days. She’s already been dropped off, and she gave Bread the “WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME HERE WHY CAN’T I GO IN THE TRUCK?!?!” look.
Last night we had drinks at the Hideaway with Raybo and AmmZon, which was lovely. I had more cocktails than I needed. Then we got drive-thru and went home, where it turned out I’d gotten beef tacos instead of bean tacos, and that really just pissed me off. I had a brief explosion, but got it under control. I gave Bread the tacos and he gave me his potatoes. After eating, I went upstairs and went to sleep. I even got over six hours of sleep last night! Yay, me.
Now I’m back in class, with the laptop, on the Internet, with a cup of coffee. We’re going over test questions. I’ve got Vuboq on IM. My uterus is operating at a nice dull roar, rather than a two million decibel screech. The A/C is working just fine. I just downloaded Google Earth and am looking forward to introducing Bread to it ’cause I think he’ll totally dork out on it.
I think I’m having a craving for Los Portales for lunch today. Too bad I won’t have time to get there and back on foot during the lunch break. Hmm.
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I really like Google Earth. Poor Stella.
Yes! Yes. -m
I’m thinking of something here (first time is always the hardest)….I’ll be down in Mexico come October or so. Near Cancun. Why not start planning now on joining me down there and we’ll get you into a clinic and get that uterus of your’s replaced with something else, maybe a stereo, blackberry, or a GPS system. Whatcha say to that?
I’ll start walking now, I should be there by October. GPS WOULD ROCK! -m
Fight right off? Lucky you. Good luck with the whole job thing. . .
Yup. No shit. Thanks! -m
I love Google Earth! Hope you feel better.
The hemowhatever has to drain for ten days? That’s a lot of fluid. You should collect it. You know, ask them to attach a cup to the suture. Then you’d have a cup of dogy ear fluid, and you never know when you’re going to have one of those moments where you shout, “Damn, if only I had some doggy ear fluid… oh, that’s right, there’s a cup of doggy ear fluid in the fridge.”
You. Are. So. Weird. It’s not just ear fluid, it’s blood. She burst a blood vessel in her ear. It’s a big gelatinous lump of coagulated blood. I think they put in the tube to keep it from filling up again, so, I assume, the vessel will realize it’s broken and fix itself. I don’t know, I haven’t asked the vessel. Maybe it has other plans. Either way, this isn’t like the pus they drained out of her last cyst and SHOWED TO ME. -m