Argh. My intermittent tooth pain from earlier in the summer, which my dentist (after x-rays, including an extra x-ray designed to...do something? maybe just get that area from a different angle?) said was nothing, has exploded into searing pain like when I had the cracked molar.
I have dental insurance. I'm very, very lucky. I just keep repeating that to myself, otherwise I'm going to lose it.
(Yesterday's foray into Everything Is Bad And Let Me Show You How included a ticket for turning right on a no-turn-on-red intersection. In my meagre, unlikely-to-hold-up-in-court defense, I really thought the green turn-y arrow had lit up.) (That was after a speeding ticket 2 weeks ago.) (I know those are both just examples of Hi, Your Actions Have Consequences, but damn.)
JESUS CHRIST. Literally as I was typing this, there was a terrible commotion in the kitchen, Tim yelled the dalmatian's name, I ran to the kitchen asking what happened -- she fell down the stairs to the basement. A whole flight.
Fuck everything, man.
(Please, no brackets. I appreciate the sentiment behind them, but -- no.)
ION (please. please please please.) I HATE American Girl Doll TM. HATE. HATE HATE HATE. I hate the branding. I hate the prices. I hate the fact that HKF has been going through the catalog with her grandmother and just told me that $75 is not that much for a plastic horse.
I hate them too. The only thing that is even close to reasonably priced is the books.
Let us know how Chloe is, when you can, Steph.
Aw FUCK tooth pain and goddamn traffic tickets. I just got a camera ticket in the mail for $135! Bastards.
Poor Chloe! Be all right, doggie.
Why why why do smart kids refuse to do or turn in their fucking homework???
I mean, I know I did sometimes too. But that was before email and, frankly, nowhere near the level I am banging my head against the wall about now.
I hope Chloe is okay. Aging pets are hard.
Chloe! Oh, I hope she's okay.
Why why why do smart kids refuse to do or turn in their fucking homework???
Because first we forget, and then we get kinda freaked out about how many assignments we haven't done or turned in, and then the semester is almost done and we haven't turned in any of our math homework and OH MY GOD WHAT WAS I THINKING HOW AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS MAYBE I JUST WON'T SAY ANYTHING.
Um. Hypothetically speaking.
Okay, Tim said she basically slid down, front legs (and head) first. He didn't see how she managed to do it, but the door to the basement is just open, and right off the kitchen, where dogs love to be. He said she might have even been listing to one side as she went down.
Anyway, she's walking around and doesn't seem to have sustained more damage than a tiny scrape under her chin. But I'm guessing she'll be really sore tomorrow, like after a car accident -- you can walk away fine, and then the next day everything hurts.
Fortunately (I think) since we've been giving her an antiinflammatory and Tramadol 2 times a day for her joint pain, those drugs might have some preventive effect from her being in too much pain tomorrow.
Also, we can give her 2 Tramadol at a time if need be (we've only been giving her 1, twice a day), so we gave her an extra Tramadol in peanut butter and hopefully she'll pass out and not go flinging herself down the stairs any more.
I didn't even mention that I came home from work to find she had pooped in the kitchen. We can't yell at her for it; she's old and really can't help herself. Argh. I don't think she's got a whole lot of time left. I mean, we've known that, but we keep helping her along and things seem okay for a while -- increasing the antiinflammatory dose, adding the Tramadol, etc. Poor pooch.
I will say this: I said this morning that I just wanted to make it through today without anyone dying. And so far, we're managing to avoid that. SO FAR. Eeeeesh.
That's a trifecta of suck, Tep.
Hope the puppy's okay, and you get some pain ease.
