Then Sunday night we had **** with the neighbours, don't ask I live in a war zone and this is an ongoing anti-social behaviour problem with certain kids, and they decided last Sunday night they where bored... results where 999 police and an ambulance....
Monday my dog was offer colour, thinking it was the stress of the previous night (we're both desperate to move) I just put it down to an off day.
I spent an hour at the housing place logging down last nights problems after an already restless evening.... and lots of tossing and turning.
We go to Ikea which was planned but none of us where in the mood for shopping.
My mum calls in the evening to say her dog has hurt his leg on his walk that evening and she'd have to take him to the vet tomorrow, being my day off I said I would take him for her, hopefully it was too serious and he's be better by the morning...
Tuesday early hours, I hear by dog throwing up and go down to see what's up, he then throws up every 10 minutes from 2am until around 6am. Needless to say I was worried and it was off to the vet with him as soon as it opened.
I don't drive so relied on Dad taking me to the vets, but there dog was still bad and of course he got the pref treatment to go first. I took there's vet was not sure of the problem and gave him some pain meds and said we had to come back Thursday for a check out. I get home and then I collect my dog and head back to the vets...
My dog just had what us humans has a 24 hour 48 hour bug. So several injections later it was off home for some TLC from Mum.
Wednesday my dog is much better and by the evening he was back to normal... Mum's dog is still the same. I still ring in work and take the day off, I've not slept in days and I wanted to keep the dog company.
My friend visits, 3 weeks late with my birthday present, no card and stay for all of 2 minutes....
Thursday I go back to work, sit alone all day have a crappy one to one with my manager, who says I look like I have been a little withdrawn the past month... yeah you mean you noticed. I decide because of where I work and I was sick of people threating me at work, I knew I done something wrong so I write a letter to the head boss and leave it on her desk. I figure the worse that can happen is I'll lost my job...
Thursday night back to the vets with Oscar. No improvement so the vet wants him back in tomorrow for a GA and x-rays.
Phone work Thursday night tell them I need an emergency holiday for tomorrow because I have to go to the vets with dog... they are fine for it. Part of me knows it was an excuse but I just had such a crappy day there I didn't want to be there on Friday.
Friday morning comes we drop the dog off.... awful leaving him there. The vet calls at 12ish tells us he needs to operate to repair a possible ligament damage, so we give the okay... we can't have it back till Saturday at the lastest. Needless to say we where all upset with this as he's a big part of the family.
Ww call at 4ish he's out of surgery, still sleeping and we can call in the morning...
Saturday I don't think anyone slept much.... we call the vets who say they assess him this morning and if we call at 12 they tell us if he can come home or not.
12pm finally comes, we can collect the little one, they where concerned he was not eating, but we knew why that was he's fussy and of course he scared and bald on one side... no wonder he does not have an appetite!
Finally we bring him home, poor thing is sleeping has eaten and is wimping a lot.... It's gonna be months of recovery and a couple of trips back to the vets until we know he's on the mend.
Now I wondering if next week will be like this...
To top it all off, I am very depressed which is not helping and I feel a lot of friends well 2 out of 2 are using me...
