After a slow moving morning in preparation for a work all nighter, I looked up the closest veterinarian. Myra has been acting like her ears were sore for the last couple of days and now she shakes her head and let’s out a yelp of pain. There did look like some black sediment was building up in there and some redness was notable so I figured we were dealing with an ear infection.
We didn’t do the best job negotiating this contract and we knew ahead of time that our savings was going to take a hit, but it was the area we wanted and it was our first contract so we were chalking it up to a learning experience, steep curve expected. That with a spendy transportation hiccup…when the vet recommended anesthetizing Myra to clean her ears I could hear the ching ching sound almost audibly. I found myself asking what the other options were and saying, “yeah, we’re not going to do that.” This isn’t my first rodeo. Oscar had ear infections frequently it wasn’t $250 a pop, so I didn’t see it coming at all. I left feeling like a bad doggy mommy having refused plan A of the vets recommended treatment. As we walked the mile back home I stewed with stress, feelings of inadequacy, and those feelings of being judged as a selfish, un sacrificing pet owner. I facetimed Chad to show him the breakdown of the bill and totally slipped on the carpeted stairs completely unhurt and embarrassed the tears started to fall. Chad assured me that it was fine. He would help me clean Myra’s ears and the meds they put her on should work. All the other things I was stressing about were fine too.
Oh that man, he has a way of making me feel better. Getting those tears out helped too. My three weeks without him have been too long and I feel relieved that this adventure, the flying solo one, will be over tomorrow.
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