Yesterday, my niece wanted a tea party, so we went over there for a few hours. She’s taken to a new habit. When she gets in trouble, she closes her eyes and breathes quietly as though she’s disappeared or something. I took a vid with my phone when she was in trouble one time. She put her face down on the couch and pretended she wasn’t seen.
I’m starting to ponder the gluten free/lactose free diet again to see if it makes a difference on how I feel. I’m really tired of constant nausea in my life. It’s one of the main factors of my “hermit” characteristic.
Today I turn 27.
My birthday morning consisted of an emergency trip to the animal hospital.
Sometime in the night Fonz did SOMETHING to his right elbow. We believe he tried to jump on the bed and either got caught or fell. He screeched and cried. I was still out and grabbed a cab home from midtown to a limping dog. He wouldn’t put his paw down or let me touch it so I cuddled him in bed and went to sleep to see how he would be in the morning.
I got up around 9am after little sleep to see how he was. He was still the same so my father suggested we take him over to the animal emergency. I wasn’t sure because Fonz is a baby and overreacts but we went anyway.
We discovered his popped out ligaments in his back knees and a sprained elbow to which he was given painkillers for the day and ordered to stay level for a week, no jumping no climbing. He is home resting comfortably.
I’ve been to the animal hospital many times before and i’ve been on my birthday in the past but NEVER have I seen what I did this morning. I know these things happen, but it was just a lot at once for me to see.
One man came in while we were waiting. He was there to pick up the remains of his cat. They brought him the little box, and he was understandably upset. Said nice things about the vets there and left. Later on I came out of the room with Fonz to 6 big, italian looking guys in the waiting room all red eyed. I wasn’t sure what the deal was, but I sat down to wait for the bill. My father and I had to wait until these guys were cleared out before we could pay up. So we sat and just watched.
The first guy was just picking up lab samples, so he left first. The next were trio of men who had brought a larger dog, I assume Rotweiler. As far as I could understand, this dog belonged to someone else (maybe a brother) who was on vacation. The dog had died this morning and they needed to “store” him in the morgue until the guy came back. They all headed out to get a stretcher for the dog.
Then there were two guys, father and son, and they were bringing in their 12 year old dog who was dead. The son was in his mid 20s or so crying in the corner. They eventually both carried in a bloody sheet filled with dead doberman and raced out to burst into tears outside. It was almost horrifying, although I know these things happen.
There was then another woman who came in to pick up the remains of her dog.
This afternoon I’m going to go to the mall with my niece and brother who invited me out with them. Then I’m going to take a nap because I’m exhausted. Finally I’m going to have dinner with my whole family to “celebrate” my birthday. I KNOW the day can only get better from what happened this morning!
