Now What?!

[scarredbyitall]

I went to San Diego this weekend and had a fairly pleasant time seeing friends and the boyfriend. Sadly, my flight out was delayed for two hours, a fact I didn't bother to learn until my boyfriend had already left the airport and driven away. Then I get a call from Phoenix that there was a terrible windstorm and my gate blew down and my dogs were running through the streets. My neighbor got the dogs corralled and did something to fix the gate temporarily. Turns out it didn't fall down but broke open, which is less overwhelming. Still. I got to worry about this while waiting for my delayed flight, while also worrying about the plane flying into a wind storm. (I hate to fly and am always convinced the plane is crashing no matter what is actually happening; knowing we're flying into bad weather just panics me all the more.) I finally got home later than planned and crabby. My mom, who drives me insane on a good day, picked me up at the airport and drove five miles under the speed limit all the way home, possibly just to make me scream at her. After a long time, I got home. All was well. Animals all accounted for. Gate temporarily fixed. Plane didn't crash.

This morning I find that my cat, Shiva, is pissing blood. I somehow have to wrangle this devil cat into a box and get him to the vet where I will have to pay for kitty anesthesia because he goes so insane he can't be worked on without being knocked out. Pissing blood is never a good sign, and now I am worried about that.

Some days it's all just stress, worry, money, and blood-piss.