Sunday brought me to recovery from too much wine and laughter from the night before and a little visit from G'ma Phyl. I love Sundays for that whole catch-up-before-the-week-ahead kinda feeling. And most times, I sneak a little nap in the day as well. I like the "quiet before the storm"--IF it is quiet....
About an hour after G'ma Phyl left yesterday, Grace decided that she was gonna get sick. Sick enough that it prompted us to rush her to the Emergency Vet that costs like a cabillion dollars. But I was worried, so we packed her up and rushed her over. Cost wasn't in the forefront of my mind at the moment.
I love Grace for her "no drama" kinda attitude, but she scared the bajeepers outta me yesterday. And that emergency trip to the vet is never an easy one. Grace was peeing blood and just acting very weird--never a good sign. I had every doom and gloom scenario playing in my mind as we sat waiting for the doctor.
She's fine, we hope. The doctor seems to feel it is a urinary tract infection and she should be on the road to recovery as early as today if all goes well. Being that she had absolutely no signs of illness hours before she got sick, I'm thinking we caught it early. I sure hope so. Keep your fingers crossed--that's my girl I'm worried about.
I hate those emergency vet places--everyone is usually freaked out there. I was in tears just listening to one woman losing it over the news that her dear dog friend had to be put down. Gees, I felt for her. I've been there more than I care to remember. I just wanted to hug that poor woman, but I'm sure Joe would have freaked with me doing that to a stranger.
So, I didn't hug her, instead we played "Veterinary Showcase Showdown". That's where you sit in the waiting room, waiting to see how high your bill is for the visit. You take a guess at the bill and whoever is closest, without going over, is the winner. It's extra tough with those emergency vets because everything is jacked up sky-high because they are, well.......emergency vets.
I guessed $235. Joe low-balled me at $175. The final bill was a lovely $207.
Damn. Joe won because he didn't overbid. I conceded, told him he was the winner and announced that his prize was that he could pay the bill. Lucky him. The lady at the counter just looked at us like we were nuts. And that is saying something because I'm thinking she sees all kinds of weird stuff working at the emergency vet clinic.
Sigh. Yeah, thanks to Grace, we had all kinds of fun yesterday.