One of Those Days

First of all I am way behind in my blogging. I will probably send out the one about Christmas in the next few days but this day just screamed to be blogged about. I did not make resolutions this year because it just sets you up for failure then you feel bad. Anyway they are the same each year: lose weight, grow hair, lose weight, stop smoking, lose weight, be nicer, lose weight...yada, yada, yada. You get my drift.

I worked last night(Thursday)and went home with no particular sense of impending doom or that this was going to be one of those days. Stan was getting ready to go out of town and in fact had left only to return slightly later having forgotten something. He left again and I figured that I would do my check book. Should have never, ever done that. It is sometimes just better off not to know just how black(or red as in the banking sense) and deep a hole can be. While I was sitting there mulling over the fact that I should ask for a government handout like the big three auto makers are, Stan called and informed me that the car was acting up. He was on his way back to Lafayette and for me to call the dealer. I did so and woke Joshua to see if he could go get his dad. Unfortunately he was very late for work and couldn't but would drop by the check for his car insurance. I should have written the check in red if you get my drift. We then had a discussion about money and he left and I was still miserable. It is now going on 11am and I am waiting for Stan to call me back and I have to be at work for 7pm. I called work to get an hour sleep time and was graciously granted that request and I felt better knowing that I was going to get at least 5 hours of sleep. I went to to the bank to deposit a check(robbing Pete to pay Paul) in my jammies and took Demi the Dog with me. They gave her a dog biscuit at the bank window(how cute is that) and she snarfed it down. It hit me that in checking my bank account that I had forgotten that I had set up the insurance payment for autodraft which would mean if they sent my written check thru I would be paying double and then have a 35$ fee on top of it all. I couldn't run by the insurance office because of my jammies and I hadn't combed my hair. I called them. Joshua had been in but paid with his check instead of mine, bless him, so I called him back explained the situation and he went to retrieve his check. Stan called and said to go to bed that he would wait for his car. I gratefully took two sleeping pills(benadryl) and got Demi, the smartest dog in Louisiana, and went to bed. By this time it's about 1220pm and I am so tired I was stupid. Demi jumped off the bed and threw up in the corner. I got up because she throws up in threes and got a towel and followed her around and waited till she retched the aforementioned times. I cleaned everything up and wiped her mouth and we got back in bed( I love this dog) Within a minute she let out a small yip and was in a seizure. I didn't last long and she didn't lose control of her bladder or bowels but she was dazed and I was hysterical. I jumped up threw my scrubs on( have you ever noticed in a time of emergency that you can't find underwear?), got her down and ran to the car calling Stan, crying hysterically and took off to the vet's. On the way I called my boss and got a 4 hour reprieve for work. You got to love a small hospital where your dog's health is taken into consideration.... or maybe it was because I was crying hysterically...who knows. I get to the vet only to find out that she was out to lunch and did I want to leave Demi and pick her up at 5pm? I couldn't even imagine leaving her. I sat in the corner, in my scrubs(commando... couldn't find my drawers) with snot and tears dripping down my face and my hair sticking out every which way. Demi was sitting beside me snuffing in my ears at my distress and looking normal. I think the receptionist got tired of watching me wipe my eyes and nose with my arm and we got called back in less than 15 minutes. They drew blood, did a physical and told me she probably has epilepsy. They don't treat it unless she has lots of seizures. Way, way to cavalier of an answer so I will email the best vet in the South, Dr. K. McGuire of Texas and ask her. We went back to the car and home where I took 2 more benadryl because I was 'wired' and we settled back to bed. I slept till 9:30pm got up with the bed head. Bad hair days are nothing to sneeze about. I tried to get it in order, brushed my teeth, dressed in different scrubs(the commando ones are being washed), packed my lunch with Stan's help and was still teary eyed. I got in my car and I am driving down the highway when I notice that my wheel is pulling to the left. Bad. SHIT!!!!!!! I pull off at the gas station and of course I have a flat tire. It costs a DOLLAR to get air. Remember the cherry red bank account?? I was ass in the air crawling all over the car looking for spare change because it only takes QUARTERS. I went into the station and exchanged all my change(lots and lots of pennies) for quarters and filled my tire. I called Joshua and he came and exchanged cars with me and I was off to work. I am safely here now and nothing bad has happened so maybe the rain cloud that has been following me took a header to go lay on someone else for a time. So tonight I will say a prayer for Demi the Dog, my finances, the continued heath of my family, and a car prayer. I will thank God that all things that plagued me today were minor and that something good will come out of the mess that was this day.