It’s the Weekend, But it’s Not
If I had remembered to write this yesterday, this is what I would have posted. I spent 8 hours at my son’s baseball double header yesterday including the hour drive each way and I easily could have posted but wasn’t thinking about it. Wonder how long it will take me to give into more reminder alarms and alerts on my phone.
Friday night I would have loved a date night with my husband either at home or out, but our middle sons and Dad wanted to go to the high school football game so my husband took them and I ran my oldest to work. I wanted to go park at a free community movie with my oldest two sons because the movie is their jam, but one was working and the other was with friends at the game. I could have asked a friend to join me at the movie but it wasn’t appropriate for my youngest and she was home for the evening feeling slightly under the weather. So I cleared off the attic stairs, which I had been using as a spare closet/plunking spot for whatever I needed out of my way, because the HVAC guy was coming today to do maintenance on Monday. This took me until 10 PM. I wanted to watch a movie or a show on my phone before I fell asleep after getting my daughter to bed, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
Saturday was almost perfect with a pleasant visit to Mom in the rehab center with my youngest followed by my cousin’s beautiful bridal shower not too far away. That was a bright light, but I spent the long drive home wishing I drank more coffee after my daughter had climbed all over me all afternoon and I felt my energy fade after all the excitement (certain things can make me feel my age and that’s one of them) and I got a call from my husband that the dog is not well.
He noticed she has been lying around much more than usual and having trouble walking on different feet. He called the animal hospital Saturday that is literally right by our house and they were not open. I arrived home from the bridal shower and my husband had to leave right away to take our oldest to work while I held down the fort getting supper made and being there while our two middle boys had friends over. Then Steve came home and took our to an urgent vet a half hour away and they told him that because they were short-staffed by one vet that it would be 6-8 hours for our dog to be seen with the symptoms he reported. So he left because it was the evening by then and he hadn’t eaten dinner yet and that would have been a lot to sit there at that time for 6-8 hours.
Sunday morning he drove her back to the same place in which showed a 4 hour wait time before 8 AM. He got down there with her and their online wait time was apparently inaccurate and they were again telling him it would be a 6-8 hour wait so he left and went to another urgent care vet he found online. Around 1 PM Sunday afternoon he was heading home with her and he reported she had bloodwork and it came back negative for Lyme’s Disease but they still think that’s what it is or a similar tick-borne illness. They said her joints are hot. So she received IV fluids and antibiotics and went home with antibiotics and some subcutaneous fluid that they put in there that her body is supposed to gradually absorb (her body has a temporary hump of fluid). Hoping that she gets better in 2-3 days because this was several hundred dollars just from this visit alone, she recently has had a seizure problem that we are now treating with twice daily meds so there have been a bunch of expenses there, and she’s only 4 years old. All 4 of our kids in the car on the way to church were worrying she’s going to die and talking about desperately wanting another dog if something happens to her. And as sandwiched adults we are just done with pets. We just have so many family members for whom we are responsible and it’s a busy season and I would be very hesitant to get another dog or pet in general because of the significant cost and the time and energy that we are already short on. And my husband is on a whole other level of “no way is another pet happening in this lifetime.” So, we’ve had plenty going on, and we love our dog, and we keep her alive and well until our youngest is in at least Middle School which is 5 more years. Hoping it’s reasonable to wish for at least that.
After taco night at home Sunday we called it and again couldn’t keep our eyes open.
It was the weekend, but it wasn’t.
Sandwiched Support 
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