Surgery Day

Janssen blogged about a fascinating exercise where her friend chronicled her life for a week. Since Michelle is on a cruise for the next seven days, I thought this might be a fun way for her to catchup on what she missed. See, Mich and I have never gone more than a couple days without contact so this will be hard on us.

Day 1, Friday

6:00 a.m. -7:20 a.m. I had a difficult time waking up and kept hitting the snooze button until I couldn't push it further. Got ready and woke hubby, so he could take Bartle to the vet for his surgery. Saying goodbye to my baby was hard. I teared up while giving him lots of hugs. We have this game, where I tap my cheek and say, give me a kiss. He usually licks my cheek, but today he was confused, so I didn't get my kiss.

7:20 a.m. -8:00 a.m. I decided to return my mother's phone call from the night before while driving in to work. She had called at 8:50 p.m. and 9:30 p.m. It was a tense call since once again she forgot that I couldn't take calls after 8:00 p.m.; she had to apologize for blowing me off on Tuesday because my sister had yet another crisis; but mom didn't think anything of the fact the incident had occurred 2 days before and she had waited this whole time to call, though the reason I called her on Tuesday was due to the fact no one had called me in over a week; and she forgot about Bartle's surgery. Feeling quite neglected at this point.

8:00 a.m. - 1:00 p.m. I managed to make changes to the ILF lecture and Shadowed Roots lecture. Worked the desk with the amazing Dawne and Becky. And I showed great restraint when an incident occurred while I was discussing the insurance situation with our director. I have spent hours of my personal time the past 3 months questioning our administration  about them drastically changing our health insurance. The director and I were having a great conversation and he was agreeing with my points, when my troublesome colleague interrupted me midsentence to share her story. Once she was done, I continued with what I was saying. By 1:00, I was frustrated that the vet had not called with an update, so I checked with them that Bartle was out of surgery.

2:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m. We picked Bartle up, with his cone, meds, and black eye. He was quite disoriented and drooling. Ate a quick lunch, sat with Bartle while he whined, tried desperately to get him to eat and be calm. Read a book while Bartle sat attached to my hip, still whining. Hubby came and spelled me for a bit so I could take a nap, but Bartle insited on lying next to me on the bed. Trying to get him to jump on the bed, which is a bit more elevated than a normal bed, was a task. He finally figured it out, which won him lots of kudos.

7:00 p.m. - 10:15 p.m. Stopped by Becky's for a chat and to show off my wounded baby. Bartle and I took a walk, which ended abruptly when Bartle managed to yank the cone and leash off. With the cone, we have to use a normal circular leash, which doesn't work well with all his fur. Usually he wears a harness because of the fact he can yank a normal leash off his head. After 30 minutes of enticement, we managed to get him to eat his food and take more meds. Dinner and an episode of Supernatural with hubby and it was time for bed.