Update: Life Still Sucks

It would be quite an understatement to say that my year-and-a-half cancerversary did not go well.

I have a very sick dog, and a boyfriend who seems to think that nursing very sick dogs falls squarely into the "Womenfolk Responsibilities" category.  Combine these two facts, and you will begin to get a sense of why I have been up for 28 hours straight scrubbing vomit and urine out of every conceivable textile product in our home.

So why am I up, writing on the internet about this if I haven't had any sleep?  That's because I have to take aforementioned very sick dog back to the doggy hospital tomorrow morning for yet another ridiculously expensive procedure*, so I have to sleep tonight.  If I sleep now, I will be up all night, thus resulting in an encore performance of  the critically-acclaimed "If you were a Pediatrician and treated a CHILD like this, you would have your license revoked and you are a disgrace to all... Oh god, I'm so tired, please help me."

So yeah.  That's how the 18-month mark was spent.  And will also be how the 18-month-and-two-days mark will be spent.  Combine those two facts, and you'll begin to understand why I am very, very cranky.

* Did I mention we are officially out of money?  And we close on our house one week from tomorrow?  Huzzah!

Comments

[Kathleen]

Oy, I'm hoping for a much better 2 year anniversary because, damnit, you've more than earned it.

[Noelle]

How's the sick dog?? Hope he's ok!