roscoe put it down!
ah there was such a long day that lead to that exclamation. it all started in the wee hours of the morning, when tigger began wheezing. with every breathe. so after i gained enough of my cognitive skills to realize there was something wrong, i grabbed him, went downstairs and grabbed the vetenarian's phone number. of course by that time he had began breathing normally. i have no idea what was wrong. so when 7:30 rolled around and i had to get up to let the dogs out, i noticed that my left eye was feeling weird. looking in the mirror i realized that my eye was swollen. the whole bottom lid! it looked like i had gotten hit in th eye. by the time i got to school however the swelling had gone down. so my day went on. anatomy and physiology. finished my lab notebook for today. drove to deptford to buy chemical resistant goggles. lunch. lab, and once i reached to end of the lab, while waiting for my caffeine to form, i began scratching at my neck. it just felt so itchy! by the time i got to my car, my neck was all swollen and red. by the time i got home it had spread all over my neck, my chest, my face, my head. i had completely broken out in hives. i have never had hives before, and it just came on so suddenly, i have no idea where in the world they came from. it is finally starting to go down and stop itching. it has been 3 hours of hell. in the middle of that i had to call the vet for real, because roscoe had gotten into an altercation with something that has been using my grill as a refuge. as i am on the phone with the receptionist, i look out the window and roscoe is in a tug of war with a long, grey tail. OMG! i freak out, while on the phone, screaming the subject of this post, make roscoe come back inside, the tail disappears back under the grill, i'm hysterical. the receptionist tells me as long as he's not bleeding and acting normally, he should be fine because he is up to date with all of his shots. that's on relief. of course there is still something living in my yard. i call my uncle over, who goes to move the grill, equiped with a pitch fork if need be. while moving the grill, the thing runs out. so it is STILL in my yard! what a day. i'm scared to go outside now. i'm just going to have to walk to dogs till my parents come back. why do weird things happen when i'm alone?