A whine post -
Last night at 11PM, the phone rings, it's work - "Where am I?" I call them back, I couldn't get to the phone fast enough tthe first time - I'm here, at home, I called out sick, due to my neck, *days* ago. Poor kid was going to be forced. I felt bad, but I couldn't go to work, I can't sit for that long, nor can I type for that long and since they've gone and put cameras in the room now,
~~ YES! CAMERAS! ~~
I doubt they'd want me sitting there with my feet up and all, which is the only way I'm even slightly comfortable. To say nothing of the fact that they'd probably frown on the vicodin consumption while working. My co-worker had booked too, so now two of them were being forced. I felt bad for them, I really did, just plain sucks.
4AM - my son wakes me - the cat is throwing up weird stuff and falling down.
He's dehydrated. I'd hoped he'd make it to 8AM, to go to the regular vet, he won't. Off to the emergency vet. The emergency vet, a nice young woman who looks like she's 15, is very concerned. So are we, but, we've seen this before and I think she mistook our (seemingly) non-chalant attitude for not caring. No, we care, we just know that we caught it before it was way serious. We have to leave him, which sucks. He's doing well and the female vet today had a chat with our vet and she seemed to understand the situation a lot better. We're going to visit him tonight and he can come home in the morning and then go straight to Dr Hudson.
Nothing back on the MRI, everyone seems to have closed up shop early today.
I wish the vicodin ES, worked better. But, at least I'm getting some sleep now. I can't wait to be able to go to physical therapy.
Posted by Mickey at January 2, 2004 5:16 PM