Just like any of you, I have my days... you know those days... when you accidentally brush your teeth with lotion, wash a contact lens down the sink, spill coffee down your pants, get stuck behind a slow driver when you're late, lock yourself out, find your favorite shirt has a whole, forget the ONE thing you went to the grocery store to get, etc.
Well the last few days have seemed like one of those days right after another.
First, Tuesday seemed like a bad day from the moment the alarm went off solely because it was my 'Monday'. Then, after getting stuck behind a train on the way home all I wanted to do was walk through the door to be greeted by my puppy and cuddle on the couch. Unfortunately, when I got home I found that Porter had decided to eat a portion of a Resolve Stain Remover Stick.......... yup. The handy little thing meant to be applied to set in stains before washing was now inside my puppy's tummy.
There was a nice little puddle of sudsy throw up by the door, and when I let him outside he continued to vomit a couple more times; bubbles, suds, and more bubbles. -- I called our vet, another vet, the Animal Poison Control (p.s. don't call them. They'll charge $65 just to 'consult' with them to check the forms about the product), the Human Poison Control (p.s. don't call them either. They'll charge $45 if they find out you're calling about a pet), another vet, and then did some looking online and came across a number for the company who makes the product and got ahold of someone who FINALLY would tell me some information without charging me an arm and a leg. Turns out, if a dog eats a Resolve Stain Stick it can cause upset stomach and possibly nausea. (oh really?) Thankfully, that's it (although 'that's it' also involves a lot of coughing, dry heaving and what appears to be foaming at the mouth due to the suds).
Because of his upset stomach and the continued coughing and heaving, I was up with Porter every thirty minutes until about 3:30am. When he finally was able to sleep without coughing and waking up he managed to sprawl out across my entire half of the bed. I didn't want to disturb him, so I grabbed a pillow and blanket from the guest room and slept on the floor the rest of the night. Amazingly, that's the best I've slept in a while (probably because I was exhausted, and it was comforting to know that Porter was feeling better). Unfortunately, that only lasted for 2 hours until Dustin's alarm went off.
I thought Wednesday HAD to be better than the day before, but I was just setting myself up for disappointment. At work the kids were crazy. Loud, hyper, annoying, fighting, screaming, kicking, sneezing... crazy! And one little boy in particular decided to have a major meltdown toward the end of the day. After leaving work, I was supposed to help my grandma with some things so I picked up ice-cream and headed her way. When I arrived, I found out that I wasn't really needed, so decided to head home.
Partially home I realized that I needed to go make the car payment, which was on the complete opposite side of town. After getting that done I decided that I had better get my much needed grocery shopping done while I was out.
Just as I was leaving the store a cranky Dustin called to *inform* me that our *lovely* puppy had decided to destroy, nay obliterate, his dog bed... leaving bits and pieces of fluff all over the entire yard. My thoughts? Having a puppy who is spreading the insides of his dog bed around the yard is better than having a puppy who is spewing HIS insides all over the yard.
Finally on my way home, I figured I could just put groceries away, make something little for dinner and then melt into my bed. NOPE! On the highway, going about 65 mph, my car stopped. Donezo. Finito. Lights dimmed, all the dash lights popped on, radio shut off, headlights when out, power steering went out and I lost power. Thankfully, I was able to coast and pull off the highway to a side road.
That was it. I'd had it. I was done, too. I called Dustin. No answer. Called again. Still no answer. [let the record show that he picked a horrible time to take a shower] Called Dad. No answer. Called Mumsy! Amazingly, she answered and agreed (in response to my half crying half begging request) to come rescue me and my eight bags of groceries. Probably because I said that if she couldn't I'd just get out and walk the rest of the way home. Apparently she didn't think it was as good of an idea as I did.
After getting home, having Dustin and my dad go look at the car, getting it towed back to the house, and a few days later.... it's starting to seem a bit less horrible and even a tiny bit funny. It doesn't change the fact that my puppy had gotten sick, that my car is still not running, or that I probably looked like an idiot sitting in my dead car with it's barely working flashers crying my eyes out... but somehow finding humor in it makes it a bit easier to swallow.
Thankfully, I have two AMAZING and WONDERFUL parents who are willing to come rescue me when I'm stranded on the side of the road, tow my car for me, and lend me their extra vehicle until mine can be fixed. Dustin is pretty amazing, too, but he lost brownie points for inconvenient showering time. ;)
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