Goes to show how crazy my life has been the past few years! Can't believe it's been 3 years since I've written here.
Life changes:
-Finished vet tech program, received a degree!
-Realized that said degree does not earn enough money.
-Got married! Unsure if I even wrote about my then boyfriend in my first post, but he is now my husband.
-Had another baby. Apparently I fell victim to the "my baby's growing up" mentality that seems to plague women who have toddlers. Would I change anything about my decision to have another? No. Was it a smart decision? Also a no.
-Started going back to school. Please refer to second line item. Apparently doing what I do to animals earns me significantly more money doing it to people.
Even though all of this has happened over the past 3 years, it feels like it all happened in the last week (aka "hit by truck" feeling). That could also be that I haven't slept more than a 5 hour stretch since I was 7 months pregnant (which was March of 13'), my poor eating habits, and my lack of regular exercise - walking to the mailbox is about as regular as it gets). So, to focus, we'll just start with how my week was...
Monday: my chocolate lab (Annie), who normally breaths in her food, chooses not to eat dinner. I find this odd, give her a Famotidine, and go to bed. Rest of the day uneventful.
Tuesday: Annie still not eating. Being a vet tech, I'm growing more and more concerned. Drop-off at vet for xrays and diagnostics.
*Receive phone call: My dog has eaten something egg-shaped, radiopaque, and the size of a half-dollar, which turned out to be a river rock from my backyard. In the veterinary world, it's referred to as a "foreign body", i.e. the reason why Labradors fund small-animal veterinary practices. Options: surgery ($1500, don't have) or see if she passes it by tomorrow morning. (Given my degree in this field, I laugh at the second option while in my head screaming "Holy S***, how am I going to find the money for surgery?!")
Magically find charity, and start fundraiser and begin to gain hope. Only other option was euthanasia.
Wednesday: Working with said charity lady to get funding approved (you have to be broke with bad credit - check). Phone call. Funding approved! Manage to scrape together difference for emergency surgery. Inclusions in treatment: overnight stay at ER ($$$$$$), and next day monitoring at regular vet ($$).
Thursday: Dog comes home. Doing well.
Friday: Freaking out because I have to be on a plane tomorrow to pick up my daughter from Grandma's in CA, and I have a recovering from intestine-removal-surgery animal. Solution: idiot-proof feeding instructions and medication instructions for husband. Hope dog survives.
Saturday: Plane ride, drinking, and a game called "Cards Against Humanity". If you're vulgar, rude, and like dirty jokes, it's for you. If not, I wouldn't suggest opening the box.
Sunday: Plane ride home with daughter. No sleep, begin to panic - school starts tomorrow.
I started my second semester at my community college today. My college has a rule: miss the first day, dropped from the class. Did I make it to my first class? Of course not. Luckily for me, not only was my instructor understanding of my situation, I just happened to get lucky that there wasn't a wait list for the class. Made it to my other classes. I'm going to LOVE my Econ class. Biology will be tough - trying to stay awake for redundant information from a very dry teacher. English - fabulous. Will let you know how Early Civ is...hoping that my instructor, who has proven to be kind already, finds a way to make an essentially history class more fun.
I feel as though the universe (insert "God" if religious - not for me) is preparing me for something big. Like "I'm going to make as much as possible go wrong, just to see if she can handle it". Elaboration: Nov - car accident. Dec - burst pipe/living room flood. Jan - dog surgery.
Maybe this means I'll win the lottery. Maybe it just means my adrenal glands are going to shrivel up and stop producing Cortisone because of their around the clock work. I'm hoping for the first, preparing for the second.
I have found that writing, whether here or in an actual notebook/journal (has paper with lines, usually professionally bound - interesting concept for today's generation, I know) has become therapeutic. I can only hope that my daily trials and tribulations will make you laugh, and possibly feel better about yours by the fact that your life probably doesn't suck as much as mine does currently. Or that you can find some comfort in the fact that there's someone who can relate to the really crappy few months you've been having.
I will try and blog as much as I can. Since my fabulous English teacher has required blogging as a part of our assignments for her class through Blogger, I am hoping that I will remember to actually sign on, and participate in a little "self help".
