I’ve debated showing up here this week, mostly because things aren’t good and when things aren’t good I have a tendency to go inside myself and hide from everyone until I can figure things out. Ironically, I figure most of my shit out by writing about it, and I guess that’s why I’m here today. Hi. How are you? I’m doing shitty, thanks for asking. Say hello to ya motha for me.
Let me tell you a story about the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week that is currently causing me to desire a nice, quiet hole in the ground to move all my shit into and reside in until this godawful year of 2014 is over.
Is this post basically going to be me bitching? YES. Do I realize that things could be worse? Yes. But this is my week and I get to complain because this is my blog and I am the queen of everything the light touches. FREEDOM.
Last Monday, Warner and I went to the vet because Warner wasn’t eating. Tests were ran, big kisses were given and $300 later, we were told to come back again on Tuesday and have more tests done.
So, back on Tuesday we went where more tests were ran and $200 later, we were told to come back again next week for more tests.
And Warner still wasn’t eating. ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET?
After the Tuesday appointment we were in limbo until the results came back, which means I spent my mornings and evenings hand-feeling Warner pieces of boiled chicken while making airplane sounds like he was my picky toddler and I was his overbearing mother. Slowly, Warner would eat a few bites but nothing worth writing a blog post about. So we waited.
My future children are #blessed.
Doctor Wonderful is a good man. Have I said that yet this week? Because he is. He’s a wizard when it comes to diagnostics and when he speaks he is patient and kind, which I appreciate because our last vet would start most appointments by telling me the sky was falling. Anyway, as we were leaving his office on Tuesday (after 4 awkward handshakes), I asked him if he was hopeful, because I’m not going to lie: I’m starting to lose hope. And sanity. And all my Christmas money.
“When it comes to Warner, I’m definitely hopeful,” he said. I’m going to forget about the fact that he’s not hopeful about me, which I interpret as “not hopeful about my sanity.”
I actually might be considering marrying him if it means I get free vet care for Warner because let me tell you: $500 at the vet in one week has to be some kind of record for an unmarried woman with the world’s cutest dog.
Then, Warner ran out of his medication, so I asked Doctor Wonderful’s assistant to please call in a refill, since the pharmacy wouldn’t accept a refill without Doctor Wonderful’s authorization.
“No problem,” she said. So, I gave her the prescription number, the pharmacy’s phone number, the time I could pick it up later that day and all my trust/confidence. Since Warner’s medication is “special” it’s hard to get, so the pharmacy needs ample time to prepare it….so normally I try to call it in early in the morning so it can be picked up by the time I’m off work. Usually, the pharmacy calls to let me know when my prescription is ready to be picked up but when 6pm rolled around and I still hadn’t received a call, I got nervous, so I called them.
Doctor Wonderful’s assistant forgot to call in the prescription refill. SHE JUST FORGOT. WARNER NEEDS THAT MEDICATION AND IT WAS TOO LATE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.
Now, it’s too late for me to pick up an emergency supply and Warner will go an entire day without the medication he needs in order to regulate is condition.
I called Doctor Wonderful’s office the next morning and basically yelled “HI YOU FORGOT TO REFILL WARNER’S PRESCRIPTION YESTERDAY AND NOW HE’S GONE AN ENTIRE DAY WITHOUT IT. I’M NOT TRYING TO BE A BITCH BUT I REALLY NEED THIS DONE ASAP SO MY DOG DOESN’T DIE. HOW WOULD THIS WORK IF I FORGOT TO PAY MY BILL, HUH? Also, please don’t tell Doctor Wonderful that I’m speaking this way. I’m frustrated but I still love him.”
Maybe this is what he meant when he didn’t say he wasn’t hopeful about my sanity and I just read into it too much?
When I arrived at the pharmacy, I was told they couldn’t fill all of Warner’s prescription because “they didn’t have enough in stock”, and “was it ok if there was less?”
“Do I have a choice at this point?” I asked as I was charged the full amount for his meds, despite asking for a discount and getting huffy in the drive-thru line.
And we’re still waiting.
As you know if you read this blog, waiting is not my strong suit. Neither is leaving Warner when he’s sick. So naturally, I had to wait for test results and leave Warner over the weekend to house/dog sit, which is something I’ve started doing on the side to off-set some of the costs I’ve incurred with Warner’s healthcare this year. I spent the weekend making a financial plan and watching my new favorite show, “Living Alaska” on HGTV. While I have zero desire to move to Alaska, because hi below zero temps are not my jam, I have decided it’s my new life goal to live in a cabin. A cabin, which I have to save for, hence the financial planning. I was so set on the fact that when went back to the vet on Monday we would run one test, would make a game plan and I would get my cabin.
I left the house I was watching on Sunday afternoon and my car wouldn’t start. There it sat, dead in the driveway and I didn’t know if it was my starter or my battery. I finally got it started, only to realize that most auto-repair shops are closed on Sundays, so I frantically called 10 places before finding one that was open only to find out my battery was dead and I needed a new one. Another unexpected cost.
Yesterday my waiting game was over. Warner and I rolled up into Doctor Wonderful’s office where we were told Warner likely has a kidney infection and needs to be hospitalized. As in, I had to leave him. And pay for hospital bills. It’s now Tuesday and Warner is still in the hospital, still on meds and hooked up to an IV so he gets fluids and I’m told he’s been given a special comforter to help him sleep soundly.
They think he will be there until tomorrow. The cost for him to be in the hospital is outrageous. Bye cabin, bye Christmas money, bye sanity.
Pity party of one. Name on the reservation? Ashten. IS 2014 OVER YET????
So yeah, I’m doing shitty. But please, say hello to ya motha for me.