Disney is great. It is a magical wonderful place- but by the last day, I was very ready to come home. I missed my bed, my kitties, cooking, pants. I think the hallmark of a good vacation is that you are ready to come home at the end, but not regretting the trip. We got lots of rest, and had tons of fun too.
Back at work however, I am not doing as well as I had thought I would. Because of the amount of time we took, I did not have a "buffer" day to get back to normal post Disney. Honestly, I thought I would be fine without it. Big Mistake.
Upon arrival last night, the house was clean, and we were greeted with pizza. Nice not to have to cook. Soon, we were comfortably settled in when I noticed something unusual. Ratcat was not doing well. He was constantly in his box and struggling. I have seen this before, and was hoping it was not what we had endured in the past.
We watched him for a while, then packed him up to take him to the vet. Could not find one open and I was so tired that I let Damon convince me that we would take him in the morning. We went in first thing today. Yep, clogged urinary tract- but this time, it was going to be quite a bit more expensive. $600 at the lowest. Yikes. The "ballpark" sheet went from $750-$979. The (very kind) vet left the room to let us talk it over. I started to cry uncontrollably and hyperventilate. That is more money than we have right now, and I was running scenarios in my head- most of them ending up with Rat being put down. The thought of that still makes me feel sick to my stomach. I hate the idea of having to "put something down" because we cannot afford to help him. Otherwise, Ratcat is a healthy happy boy. Damon talked some sense into me, and I we are going to find a way to make it work. That is my plan for tonight.
On the way to work, I was still overwhelmed and distraught. Damon got very serious with me and told me that I should stay home. Of course, thinking of all of the things waiting for me at work, I knew I could not stay home. I told him I would tough it out and it would be ok.
Now I wish I had not said that. I feel terrible. I am not certain if it is the debt scraping my mind's eye, jet-lagg, or what- but we do not feel good. Bebe is not very happy with me right now. He/she is making me feel like I am going to barf, all while my tummy growls uncontrollably.
However- if I can climb up out of my puddle and get perspective about this- truly I am lucky. There was a time where I WOULD have had to put RatCat down. There was a time where I could not enjoy long vacations. And I just have to remind myself that all of this day will be over soon and I will be in my own bed at home, snuggled up next to my honey. The weekend is not far away.
We just have to get out from under our little rain cloud.
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