UNCLE! *Updated*

I give up. I give in. MERCY!

Someone ask me where I was this afternoon?

The damned veterinarian’s office with another damned emergency with my damned dogs!

Would I lie to you, dear reader??

I assure you. I would not.

Our backyard backs up to a wooded lot. Every once in a while, the neighbors dog from behind us gets loose and come to aggravate our dogs. Nina and I heard them freaking out and naturally went outside to see what the commotion was about. They were really going at it – racing each other up and down the fence line.

Until it wasn’t excitement anymore. It was panic. And pain.

The fence line is actually in something of a gully. We have taken extreme measures to keep the girls secured inside the yard and there is pine straw piled up along the bottom of the fence. Well, as they were racing back and forth in the pinestraw, they stirred up a bee’s nest. I heard yelping and crying and barking. I could SEE bees all over Paisley, who happens to be allergic to bee stings.

I know this because she has gone into shock before after being stung by a wasp and even lost control of her bowels. Another time, her face swelled up from a sting. (Ever seen Hitch?)

I threw her in the car and RACED to the vet. They were waiting with an injection of Benadryl. They then proceeded to pull stingers out from all over her torso…. and then kept her for observation.

Ka-ching!

I am the proud owner of a newly appointed INDOOR dog.

Belle was stung a few times. Nina even took one in the arm! Now everyone is doped up on Benadryl and nursing welts.

I know.

I’m still sick. My throat is raw, my voice is shot, my lungs are tight and burning (I’ve got my Demi on except that this time I do feel as bad as I sound) and I’m on day FOUR of a low-grade fever. I’m telling you what – I can handle not feeling great – but any feverish state takes me down a notch. Or six.

And then I had to have my house ready for another showing this morning!!!!!

MISERY, I tell you.

Can I please just have a tiny break from this insanity?

Not yet???

Stink started school this week. He goes two days and is home three days with assignments to complete. FIVE HOURS of homework yesterday. THREE of them were just handwriting, which for this boy is LA. BOR. I. OUS. Brutal. But we were told to expect brutal.

Yippee. I can’t wait for another fun-filled homework day tomorrow!

Speaking of tomorrow….. I have my pre-op appt. in the morning. I’m only dreading it for the drive deep into the heart of east Atlanta. I can’t believe “C”-Day is only a week away! I’m excited. Not nervous at all and actually ready for a good excuse to stay in bed and be babied for a few days.

I’m done here. I just needed to interrupt this break to document that it is indeed NECESSARY. (Do ya’ think?!)

**Updated: I would like to tell you how I started this day. Cleaning up dog puke from my carpet. Want to know how I just ended it? Cleaning up dog diarrhea from even more carpet. Not even kidding. (I’m blaming Holly for her Holy Crap comment below. She jinxed me!) Seriously, I think Spree is in so much pain, she just couldn’t help herself. Can this GET any worse?? I ask you.*******