Today was a crazy day (are we starting to see a pattern here?). Riley had her rabies shot appointment, and since I had already switched it a couple of times, I decided I better just get it over with. I always do this with the dogs: make their shot appointments, and then call and reschedule ten times before I actually suck it up and go. We were only about ten minutes late, which was a miracle if you take into account the massive poo Noah decided to have as we were running out the door.
So, there we are, me, my two boys, and my paranoid dog. I happened to ask the vet if he thought she was blind (her white eyes sorta gave it away for me) and he said yes. Completely.
So that's why she keeps running into the sliding glass door! And tripping over her dog bowl! And running into the open dishwasher! And I thought she was just dumb.
He also said we need to do a blood test ($) to see if she has diabetes ($$$) and also that there is a specialist in town that removes dog cataracts ($$$$$$$$$).
I have decided it is time to start saying my goodbyes to this sweet, good-looking, pitiful dog.
I am more worried about Fiebi, my other dog, than anything else. Fiebi is fine, as long as Riley is babysitting her. Left alone, Fiebi screams and cries like a two year old and then her only solace is sucking and chewing on my dinning room table chairs. Or, she works herself up so much she barfs or has diarreah all over my kitchen floor. I'm not sure if she thinks Riley is her soul mate or her mother, but either way when she is not with her she freaks out.
After the vet we drove to Wal-mart for an eye appointment. I've gone in for "follow ups" every two weeks now since my contact incident at that long awaited Christmas party which was a long, long time ago. My eyes won't settle. They keep getting worse. It's horrible. The next step is bifocals.
BIFOCALS!!!!!
Are you freaking kidding me. Maybe some rich soul out there will feel sorry for me as the youngest woman ever to have to wear bifocals and sponsor my lasik surgery. And maybe they'd throw in breast augmentation while they're at it. That would be awesome.
After Wal-mart (I know,I know: we entered the you-are-a-brave-brave(or stupid)-mommy-for-running-more-than-two-errands territory) we drove to Plato's Closet because I had some clothes there I had to pick up or they would put them all back and not give me my money for the clothes I had brought in two days before. I hadn't been able to finish THAT day without the kids because the store was backed up, so today there I was: freaked out, dying dog in the car; and my two kids, already two errands in, on the verge of lunch and nap time.
Can you say tense? My neck and shoulders still are not relaxed from it, even though we got home safe and sound almost four hours ago.
We picked up Old McDonald's on the way home and I got Ethan a happy meal. I didn't think to get anything for Noah, because you know, as the second child everythings an after thought, but he ended up eating more chicken nuggets and fries than Ethan did. Good to know.
Then they both went down for their naps and I lied down to see if I could steal another nap like the other day. It sorta worked. Enough that I feel good. Noah is still sleeping and Ethan is watching his movie, and here I am, blogging about just another plain 'ole day.
Life's good. Looking forward to the weekend!
3 comments:
I feel the Errand Pain (ie: when running two or more errands your children decide to revolt) every time I take Ellie somewhere. It's mostly when lunch is approaching, or she needs a nap, or is just irritated at being stuck in her seat for yet another 15 minutes...oh wait, that's all the time ;-) Yep, pretty much ALL the time unless we get food while out AND she goes to sleep.
I feel your (eye) pain. Goodness. Trying to find the right contacts that don't feel like they're made from sandpaper. Hoping. Wishing. Praying. for relief. Thinking about getting checked out for Lasik surgery, just in case I come across a few thousand dollars laying on the ground outside the gym or something. And I don't like my glasses so much; but if its blindness, sandpaper, or glasses, glasses wins.
I bet you could pull off the bifocals just fine. Esp. if they were the half-glasses with the chain to hold them around your neck. Yep, you'd rock 'em Mrs. Lear. :)
Do you have to put Riley down? I was just thinking the other day that i wish we could go to the pound and get another dog. It would be easier if one of them had "I'm a dog like Riley" stamped on her forehead. SO I'm so sad to hear about that. The bifocals are a bummer too... do they carry them in contacts? Good luck with that. I guess I shouldn't complain about my ailments. Having bad eyes really stinks.
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