Illness and Affliction

Remember that whole “Smite me, Oh Mighty Smiter!” thang? It’s not working out so well for me.

I now have whatever Stink had last week and I am feeling so puny.

We just spent four days negotiating an offer on our house and scrambling to find a new one in less than four weeks. In the end, the buyers were $20,000 off the mark and because we don’t have to move, we’ll not be giving our house away, thank you very much.

I am honestly so relieved. The thought of having to pack up my house in two weeks was a little stressful.

Plus, SCHOOL started today. A little more stress there…..

And then there was this little apology letter I had to write to a few fellow school board members tonight….

Cara, Ernie, Stan and Cindye -

I need to apologize to you for my language tonight. It occurred to me that you do not know me well enough to know that colorful language is not a regular part of my vocabulary, but when it comes to my dogs, I always refer to them in the term I used tonight – partially out of frustration at their antics and partially out of reluctant affection.

These dogs are going to be the life of me. They are only five, but tonight was our sixth veterinary emergency. They are into EVERYTHING. After I left the house, they both pulled chicken bones out of the trash and ate them. X-rays showed bones, but nothing to treat. We just have to watch for vomiting and diarrhea. Delightful.

Thankfully, there was no wait at the ER vet and I was only there for a little over an hour. Last month (yes, we were just there on July 17th), we waited from 5am – 7:30am and weren’t even seen before my husband had to leave for work. I took the dog to our normal vet later in the day.

Anyway- I was not sensitive tonight to how my language might affect my testimony – and I wanted for you to have the context for my choice of words. My “darn” dogs are in trouble so frequently, that I tend to use the phrase without thinking…. although not in the presence of my children, of course.

Please forgive me for offending you. It was certainly not my intention to do so.

p.s. Let me know if you’d ever like to learn how to do the Heimlich maneuver on a dog. I’ve had to do it twice now for a completely obstructed airway. Not even kidding.

Yah – that pretty much sums up why I was at the ER vet again tonight with my DAMNED DOGS. And if you’re thinking, “Wasn’t she just there with one of them?”, you would be correct. Less than four weeks ago.

I’ll say it again.

DAMNED DOGS.

It’s ironic that it’s so satisfying to say that. It doesn’t accomplish a thing.

Speaking of accomplishing things – I’m afraid you won’t see much on my blog this week, nor have I been able to read and comment on other blogs. I’ve got to take time to get into the swing of school and get well. I’ve got so much to say, including a meme that I was tagged to do. But I just can’t right now.

I’ve been smited.