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The past two days have been so frustrating and sad that I wanna throw up my hands and laugh because it's funny at this point. Well, in some ways. Black Friday adventures and news about the health of my dog are told and discussed.
I think it started with Black Friday at Walmart. Black Friday sales began at 8 p.m. Thanksgiving day. Technically that's not Black Friday but do retailers care? No, they just assume correctly that silly customers like me and my family will enter into hell and misery's gate, ring up our sales, and contribute to their massive profits.
Listen to me. Sure, the deals are great, but do you want to wait in line in the frozen food section of a Walmart for four hours behind some loud teenagers singing badly to obscene rap music playing on the tinny speakers of their phones? You don't? I didn't want to either. Not even for a 40 inch flatscreen tv for 200$. Yet I did. I'm not even gonna be able to enjoy the TV because it's for someone else.
I became very cold. I went to get another hoodie from my car and it was thunderstorming outside. I have a phobia of them so I ran to my car screaming and freezing and wet to get the hoodie.
I also started -- and finished -- a very sad and disturbing book called A Boy Called It, which I don't want to recommend if you want to be in a happy mood. It's a very graphic and gruesome firsthand tale of child abuse. I very nearly skipped some pages because they were so sick and disturbing. Considering the misery I was in at Walmart, I should have picked some much lighter reading.
At different times in the night, Walmart released different items for sale. One round, my mom and I switched places and she waited by the freezers and told me to get stuff. It was terrifying when the announcement went over the intercom for the aisles to be opened to frenzied shoppers. I was hit by a cart on my Achilles' tendon area and it hurt really bad for a while. I did find some of the stuff. I even got some new undies! They're in cute styles. We'll get to these later. Yes, these are involved.
Back to the freezers. The employee "guarding" the TV's was loud and talkative and annoying. There were free samples of energy bars being handed out and I ate some. Guess what! They made me have moderate to severe flatulence later in the night. Lovely. Well, they were handed out to everyone so I guess we were all in the same gassy boat. Or maybe blimp, since blimps have gas inside of them and ok moving on.
Like I said, different times in the night there were different items made available for sale. I need tires for my car -- my old ones were balder than a turtle. They were available at 5 in the morning. We had finished our buying at around midnight. So guess who decided to sleep in the car while the rest of the family took the other car home? Me. I slept in my dinky little tiny car. Did I mention I'm tall? Did I mention it was storming and cold? At least I had a couple blankets. I was pretty chilled all night though.
4:20 in the morning found me in the waiting room at the car service place waiting room with my tires. They were installed while I dozed off.
So I drove home (tires were great -- it wasn't a completely horrible experience!) and went to bed. I put on some new underwear because darnit, I wanted something good you know? They were leopard print and sassy.
I woke up and one of my dogs was gone, which was weird because he was in the room with me when I fell asleep. I found him hiding under a chair, unresponsive to his name, shaking, and in pain. He wouldn't move or acknowledge me, which was bizarre behavior from a dog who is perfectly cheerful in the mornings.
He has a cyst on the inside of one of his rear legs. It's been there for 4 years and occasionally grows bigger and smaller every so often. It's been tested and found to be a benign fatty cyst. This morning it was gigantic, like the size of an orange when it usually was the size of a golf ball. No wonder he was in pain.
He's a really old dog, and me and my mom discussed our options. Surgery, short-term care and management of symptoms, taking him to a vet now versus waiting till Monday, and even putting my dog baby to sleep. I was a distraught, tearful wreck all morning, since discovering him under the chair to discussing putting him to sleep.
The vet we usually go to was double booked and had no openings, so I called another one in town and got him in. I cried both to and from the dentist.
They took my poor dog baby from my arms, put him on a table, and aspirated his lump. It was filled with lovely fluid inside which I won't describe. The vet said he'd keep my dog baby there for a few hours as he drained (eww) and recommended surgical resection of the mass. I didn't know what to say because if the bill was too much for the surgery, it wasn't an option. It's very sad that money is a factor in the health and life of my dog, and even sadder that it's a factor in the health and life of humans and their health care.
We can afford the surgery though, thankfully! I think I'll consider that my Christmas present since he's my precious dog baby and what's better than the gift of his health? Nothing.
He's all sore and tender now, but it was cute how hungry he was coming back from the vet. I asked him if he was hungry and he perked up from his traumatized little slump in the backseat of my car, looking at me with big, wet, pitiful eyes. I had to laugh!
I cared for him all night, getting him what he wants. I settled in with him on the sofa next to me, cuddly and warm under some blankets, Wii remote in my hand to play some Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess and unwind... And then I felt something suspicious and wet happening downstairs. Yes, right then, Mother Nature chose to smite me this day. While I was wearing the new underwear. Of all days.
And then I laughed. Not much else to do!
ALL IN ALL THOUGH Things could have gone worse. I might have put my dog down today, I could have been trampled in Black Friday, I could have crashed on the way home... But I had a lovely Thanksgiving dinner (all vegetarian! yay!), the weather was nice before the storm, I talked to my boyfriend and we drew some epic Draw Something drawings, I only ruined one of the underwears and I still have more, there's pie to eat, my dog is still alive, I ate some yams, I talked to my dad, we decorated for Christmas (our tree is very pink this year and we're all thrilled pink -- no really, we are), and the surgery for my baby is affordable and his surgery is Tuesday, and there's still two days of the weekend left and tons of Thanksgiving leftovers to enjoy.
The past two days have been so frustrating and sad that I wanna throw up my hands and laugh because it's funny at this point. Well, in some ways. Black Friday adventures and news about the health of my dog are told and discussed.
I think it started with Black Friday at Walmart. Black Friday sales began at 8 p.m. Thanksgiving day. Technically that's not Black Friday but do retailers care? No, they just assume correctly that silly customers like me and my family will enter into hell and misery's gate, ring up our sales, and contribute to their massive profits.
Listen to me. Sure, the deals are great, but do you want to wait in line in the frozen food section of a Walmart for four hours behind some loud teenagers singing badly to obscene rap music playing on the tinny speakers of their phones? You don't? I didn't want to either. Not even for a 40 inch flatscreen tv for 200$. Yet I did. I'm not even gonna be able to enjoy the TV because it's for someone else.
I became very cold. I went to get another hoodie from my car and it was thunderstorming outside. I have a phobia of them so I ran to my car screaming and freezing and wet to get the hoodie.
I also started -- and finished -- a very sad and disturbing book called A Boy Called It, which I don't want to recommend if you want to be in a happy mood. It's a very graphic and gruesome firsthand tale of child abuse. I very nearly skipped some pages because they were so sick and disturbing. Considering the misery I was in at Walmart, I should have picked some much lighter reading.
At different times in the night, Walmart released different items for sale. One round, my mom and I switched places and she waited by the freezers and told me to get stuff. It was terrifying when the announcement went over the intercom for the aisles to be opened to frenzied shoppers. I was hit by a cart on my Achilles' tendon area and it hurt really bad for a while. I did find some of the stuff. I even got some new undies! They're in cute styles. We'll get to these later. Yes, these are involved.
Back to the freezers. The employee "guarding" the TV's was loud and talkative and annoying. There were free samples of energy bars being handed out and I ate some. Guess what! They made me have moderate to severe flatulence later in the night. Lovely. Well, they were handed out to everyone so I guess we were all in the same gassy boat. Or maybe blimp, since blimps have gas inside of them and ok moving on.
Like I said, different times in the night there were different items made available for sale. I need tires for my car -- my old ones were balder than a turtle. They were available at 5 in the morning. We had finished our buying at around midnight. So guess who decided to sleep in the car while the rest of the family took the other car home? Me. I slept in my dinky little tiny car. Did I mention I'm tall? Did I mention it was storming and cold? At least I had a couple blankets. I was pretty chilled all night though.
4:20 in the morning found me in the waiting room at the car service place waiting room with my tires. They were installed while I dozed off.
So I drove home (tires were great -- it wasn't a completely horrible experience!) and went to bed. I put on some new underwear because darnit, I wanted something good you know? They were leopard print and sassy.
I woke up and one of my dogs was gone, which was weird because he was in the room with me when I fell asleep. I found him hiding under a chair, unresponsive to his name, shaking, and in pain. He wouldn't move or acknowledge me, which was bizarre behavior from a dog who is perfectly cheerful in the mornings.
He has a cyst on the inside of one of his rear legs. It's been there for 4 years and occasionally grows bigger and smaller every so often. It's been tested and found to be a benign fatty cyst. This morning it was gigantic, like the size of an orange when it usually was the size of a golf ball. No wonder he was in pain.
He's a really old dog, and me and my mom discussed our options. Surgery, short-term care and management of symptoms, taking him to a vet now versus waiting till Monday, and even putting my dog baby to sleep. I was a distraught, tearful wreck all morning, since discovering him under the chair to discussing putting him to sleep.
The vet we usually go to was double booked and had no openings, so I called another one in town and got him in. I cried both to and from the dentist.
They took my poor dog baby from my arms, put him on a table, and aspirated his lump. It was filled with lovely fluid inside which I won't describe. The vet said he'd keep my dog baby there for a few hours as he drained (eww) and recommended surgical resection of the mass. I didn't know what to say because if the bill was too much for the surgery, it wasn't an option. It's very sad that money is a factor in the health and life of my dog, and even sadder that it's a factor in the health and life of humans and their health care.
We can afford the surgery though, thankfully! I think I'll consider that my Christmas present since he's my precious dog baby and what's better than the gift of his health? Nothing.
He's all sore and tender now, but it was cute how hungry he was coming back from the vet. I asked him if he was hungry and he perked up from his traumatized little slump in the backseat of my car, looking at me with big, wet, pitiful eyes. I had to laugh!
I cared for him all night, getting him what he wants. I settled in with him on the sofa next to me, cuddly and warm under some blankets, Wii remote in my hand to play some Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess and unwind... And then I felt something suspicious and wet happening downstairs. Yes, right then, Mother Nature chose to smite me this day. While I was wearing the new underwear. Of all days.
And then I laughed. Not much else to do!
ALL IN ALL THOUGH Things could have gone worse. I might have put my dog down today, I could have been trampled in Black Friday, I could have crashed on the way home... But I had a lovely Thanksgiving dinner (all vegetarian! yay!), the weather was nice before the storm, I talked to my boyfriend and we drew some epic Draw Something drawings, I only ruined one of the underwears and I still have more, there's pie to eat, my dog is still alive, I ate some yams, I talked to my dad, we decorated for Christmas (our tree is very pink this year and we're all thrilled pink -- no really, we are), and the surgery for my baby is affordable and his surgery is Tuesday, and there's still two days of the weekend left and tons of Thanksgiving leftovers to enjoy.