Ok. Not my kind of morning, nor my kind of day. What do I mean, you say? Well, I went to bed at maybe 10:15 last night. Gotta be up and moving by 4am to get dog to vet in San Jose. Want to miss traffic and it’s tough to time it. I woke up at 230am and could not sleep. Wonderful. I should have gotten up then. Instead I stayed in bed, awake, till 4 am alarm. Great.
So how was my morning? Well, other than feeling like shit from lack of sleep, my morning was nice. I got up and showered and since I did not take last shower I did not have to squeegee the shower doors. Great. Dressed. Made breakfast for dogs and cats as usual. Ok. Made Emily’s lunch. Good. Did not make her breakfast because it would be awful in two hours when she gets up. Great. I made no coffee for same reason. Great. Packed my food. Ready to go in well under an hour. So, it was a nice morning.
Kissed Emily goodbye and got on the road. It’s not far to the clinic. But, San Jose has some of the worst commute traffic on the planet. So if I miss that, I will arrive about an hour early andnin good spirits. If I hit the traffic I will be at least an hour late and arrive angry/pissed/homicidal. I choose early.
I did make one stop on my way to SJ. Starbucks. Which is not easy while driving down the interstate at 445am. I used a tactic I learned from the boy. I opened Yelp (that’s correct, while driving) punched in Starbucks, pressed the nearby button and you get a very small map and a list of locations. You can’t use the list. Because you are driving and the list is all around you and behind you. I expanded the map which shows all the redo dot locations on the interstate and others and where your car is at. Then I poked the nearest red dot to the freeway that was in front of me far enough so it could calculate that location directions quick enough for me to make the exit. So I did that. And found a Starbucks right on the freeway with NO signage. Did not know it was there. Method is a real bonus. I got a large hi octane hot coffee and got right back on the road.
Now, I am sitting in my car in the clinic parking lot with latte at 650am while clinic opens at 730. And Latte is panting in the backseat and her poodle breath is gross (ask someone that has a poodle) and it’s 60 degrees so she must be stress panting. Poodles are one of a kind.
But my down time sitting let’s me do the blog thing. I have already drank the coffee and eaten so nowhere else to go.
Upon arriving I let stinky out of the car. She took a leak in the parking lot immediately. I managed to get her to the designated dog area for her solid business. They have bags and a can. She got back in the car, panted for a few minutes and is now quietly sleeping.
If I have any luck, please Lord, I will be outta here quick with the dog. I don’t feel lucky. When I discussed Lattes symptoms with the Doc on Monday he gave me a list of five possibilities, all horrible. Since she is 16 I kinda expect the worst. Something really bad will devastate Emily. That is the most difficult thing for me. I have had many pets go to the great beyond and you do get used to it. But I have had only the one wife, and how she reacts to this determines how I react. I don’t look forward to bad news. Fortunately, we are all still in the positive frame of mind. At least for another hour or so. Pray for the dog.
Just so everyone knows, sitting in your car waiting for something to open is on the most boring things ever list. And, it’s probanly not on top of the list. In the top five for sure.
So I sat in the car with Latte for forty minutes. And then they opened. I went in with the dog. Raj was not there yet because of traffic. And he drove from only South San Jose. I was forty minutes early and I came from Vacaville. Hardly makes sense. In spite of no Dr, the tech took Latte in for x rays. And whatever else they do in the back. I told them to bring her back healthy.
I sat. Played solitaire. And waited. Dog showed up. Laid down. Raj showed up and we went into an exam room. We discussed the dog and a few other things. And then I sat down in the lobby again. And waited.
Lattes prognosis from my text with the Ver a couple days ago was all bad. He suggested five fatal diseases or problems were likely. So when he brought me back in to the exam room I braced myself. Problem? Well, infected anal sacs, ear infection, and bronchitis. All cured with antibiotics. She is gonna live forever, I think. While there they brought all dog maintenance items up to date.
We left. Heading north, to Vacaville, not Alaska. Very fast trip. Hour and twenty.
At home I put the poodle in the backyard to do her business. Jax too. While they produced poop I cleaned up poop. Then something cool happened. I dropped my phone in dog poop. Oh joy! So I took it inside and spent 30 minutes cleaning it. Disgusting. It went in all the cracks and of course you cant clean a phone with water. It was very gross. Awful. Foul. Smelly.
I went by Tremont before work. Told Emily her dog was actually fine and really will live forever. So stop worrying.
I’m on the way to work. Smooth and easy trip. I finally got to work around 1230. And then the day begins. What do I do? CE for five hours. Maybe six. I have got to get this crap done. Tomorrow I hope. Please.
I left work around 630. Straight home. Fed dogs and cats and Rx’d he he’ll out of them. Emily arrived right then. We chatted about my day which was the exciting part of the day. And I told her the diagnosis details. Very thrilling.
I made dinner for us. And that’s the day. Besides the usual horrid television shows prior to bed. And I am damn tired, having slept only 3 1/2 hours last night, followed by a drive all morning trip. I am ready for bed.