Tuesday is home, and Tuesday is pissed

I went to bed just after midnight, but I don't know how well I slept. My stomach felt like it had been punched, my head throbbed from that morning's bang against the table and I was dizzy. I went downstairs to the living room, where Danny was still awake, and asked if he had any remedies. His first remedy was "Don't drink so much vodka so quickly!" and a hug and a kiss. His second remedy was to hand me two lime-flavored Tums (I hate chewing those things, but lime is the best flavor). His third remedy was to break a codeine tablet in half and give me one, along with water. I haven't had codeine in ten years. I forgot how wonderfully numb it makes me. For a couple of minutes, it was as if my body did not exist in corporeal form.
However, the codeine did not make me sleep, as I has hoped (it knocked me out the last time, but then I was 17 and has raging severe sciatica). I got up a couple more times. I don't remember what happened between 1:00 and 3:00, so I must have slept. I don't remember what happened between 4:00 and 7:30 when the alarm went off, so I must have slept.
I called the clinic at 7:30, they said she'd been off the oxygen since 4:00 am so I wasn't charged that anymore, and they said to call back at 8:30 when the doctor arrived. I reset the alarm and went back to sleep. At 8:30, I called again. Tuesday was ready to go home.
I called Billy, who came and got me. We drove to the clinic and I went inside. The woman handed me an X-Ray and an invoice, plus a bottle of terbutaline. But before we could do anything else, a woman rushed in, completely panicked. Her dog had fallen down two flights of stairs. It was in the car with her son. They got a gurney and ran out and got the dog. They wheeled in a medium-sized black labradoodle, sitting up and in shock. The woman was shaking. The son went in with the dog as the woman was handed a form to fill out. I offered to fill it out for her. The dog's name was Precious. The woman and her son waited to find out what was wrong. I sat with them and we talked. They sympathized with me about Tuesday. I was called up to the front desk to pay. When she told me it was $211, I was surprised and pleased. I could still contribute to the water heater fund. I went back to the waiting room. A short time later, a nurse came in with Tuesday's carrier, containing a very irritated Tuesday. I thanked her profusely and went outside, to Billy's car where he was waiting. We drove back to my house. While Billy waited, I took the carrier upstairs opened it, watched her shoot out and run off with a growl, grumble, and hiss. I went back down to Billy. He drove me to McDonald's and I got a bacon egg and cheese bagel, which I am now eating.
Charlotte wants to come over soon. I will be glad for the company. I also need the help cleaning up the house, vacuuming and such. I am drained, exhausted, tired, fatigue, and just plain worn out. No hangover or anything... just drained. I'm drinking orange juice and water to wake up. I want coffee. Danny is still asleep. He said he'd take me to Starbucks later.

I plan on talking to the doctor about options. How long will this last, will it keep happening every couple of months because we cannot afford this, what should we do aside from just pills, can we get an inhaler too, is it even worth it anymore... although that last one I need to discuss with Adam. I love Tuesday, I love my baby, I love her... but is she suffering? Will she suffer for the rest of her life if this can't be fixed? I don't know what to do.

What would you do for your beloved pet in this situation?

Tuesday is home, and Tuesday is pissed

I went to bed just after midnight, but I don't know how well I slept. My stomach felt like it had been punched, my head throbbed from that morning's bang against the table and I was dizzy. I went downstairs to the living room, where Danny was still awake, and asked if he had any remedies. His first remedy was "Don't drink so much vodka so quickly!" and a hug and a kiss. His second remedy was to hand me two lime-flavored Tums (I hate chewing those things, but lime is the best flavor). His third remedy was to break a codeine tablet in half and give me one, along with water. I haven't had codeine in ten years. I forgot how wonderfully numb it makes me. For a couple of minutes, it was as if my body did not exist in corporeal form.
However, the codeine did not make me sleep, as I has hoped (it knocked me out the last time, but then I was 17 and has raging severe sciatica). I got up a couple more times. I don't remember what happened between 1:00 and 3:00, so I must have slept. I don't remember what happened between 4:00 and 7:30 when the alarm went off, so I must have slept.
I called the clinic at 7:30, they said she'd been off the oxygen since 4:00 am so I wasn't charged that anymore, and they said to call back at 8:30 when the doctor arrived. I reset the alarm and went back to sleep. At 8:30, I called again. Tuesday was ready to go home.
I called Billy, who came and got me. We drove to the clinic and I went inside. The woman handed me an X-Ray and an invoice, plus a bottle of terbutaline. But before we could do anything else, a woman rushed in, completely panicked. Her dog had fallen down two flights of stairs. It was in the car with her son. They got a gurney and ran out and got the dog. They wheeled in a medium-sized black labradoodle, sitting up and in shock. The woman was shaking. The son went in with the dog as the woman was handed a form to fill out. I offered to fill it out for her. The dog's name was Precious. The woman and her son waited to find out what was wrong. I sat with them and we talked. They sympathized with me about Tuesday. I was called up to the front desk to pay. When she told me it was $211, I was surprised and pleased. I could still contribute to the water heater fund. I went back to the waiting room. A short time later, a nurse came in with Tuesday's carrier, containing a very irritated Tuesday. I thanked her profusely and went outside, to Billy's car where he was waiting. We drove back to my house. While Billy waited, I took the carrier upstairs opened it, watched her shoot out and run off with a growl, grumble, and hiss. I went back down to Billy. He drove me to McDonald's and I got a bacon egg and cheese bagel, which I am now eating.
Charlotte wants to come over soon. I will be glad for the company. I also need the help cleaning up the house, vacuuming and such. I am drained, exhausted, tired, fatigue, and just plain worn out. No hangover or anything... just drained. I'm drinking orange juice and water to wake up. I want coffee. Danny is still asleep. He said he'd take me to Starbucks later.

I plan on talking to the doctor about options. How long will this last, will it keep happening every couple of months because we cannot afford this, what should we do aside from just pills, can we get an inhaler too, is it even worth it anymore... although that last one I need to discuss with Adam. I love Tuesday, I love my baby, I love her... but is she suffering? Will she suffer for the rest of her life if this can't be fixed? I don't know what to do.

What would you do for your beloved pet in this situation?

Tuesday is home, and Tuesday is pissed

I went to bed just after midnight, but I don't know how well I slept. My stomach felt like it had been punched, my head throbbed from that morning's bang against the table and I was dizzy. I went downstairs to the living room, where Danny was still awake, and asked if he had any remedies. His first remedy was "Don't drink so much vodka so quickly!" and a hug and a kiss. His second remedy was to hand me two lime-flavored Tums (I hate chewing those things, but lime is the best flavor). His third remedy was to break a codeine tablet in half and give me one, along with water. I haven't had codeine in ten years. I forgot how wonderfully numb it makes me. For a couple of minutes, it was as if my body did not exist in corporeal form.
However, the codeine did not make me sleep, as I has hoped (it knocked me out the last time, but then I was 17 and has raging severe sciatica). I got up a couple more times. I don't remember what happened between 1:00 and 3:00, so I must have slept. I don't remember what happened between 4:00 and 7:30 when the alarm went off, so I must have slept.
I called the clinic at 7:30, they said she'd been off the oxygen since 4:00 am so I wasn't charged that anymore, and they said to call back at 8:30 when the doctor arrived. I reset the alarm and went back to sleep. At 8:30, I called again. Tuesday was ready to go home.
I called Billy, who came and got me. We drove to the clinic and I went inside. The woman handed me an X-Ray and an invoice, plus a bottle of terbutaline. But before we could do anything else, a woman rushed in, completely panicked. Her dog had fallen down two flights of stairs. It was in the car with her son. They got a gurney and ran out and got the dog. They wheeled in a medium-sized black labradoodle, sitting up and in shock. The woman was shaking. The son went in with the dog as the woman was handed a form to fill out. I offered to fill it out for her. The dog's name was Precious. The woman and her son waited to find out what was wrong. I sat with them and we talked. They sympathized with me about Tuesday. I was called up to the front desk to pay. When she told me it was $211, I was surprised and pleased. I could still contribute to the water heater fund. I went back to the waiting room. A short time later, a nurse came in with Tuesday's carrier, containing a very irritated Tuesday. I thanked her profusely and went outside, to Billy's car where he was waiting. We drove back to my house. While Billy waited, I took the carrier upstairs opened it, watched her shoot out and run off with a growl, grumble, and hiss. I went back down to Billy. He drove me to McDonald's and I got a bacon egg and cheese bagel, which I am now eating.
Charlotte wants to come over soon. I will be glad for the company. I also need the help cleaning up the house, vacuuming and such. I am drained, exhausted, tired, fatigue, and just plain worn out. No hangover or anything... just drained. I'm drinking orange juice and water to wake up. I want coffee. Danny is still asleep. He said he'd take me to Starbucks later.

I plan on talking to the doctor about options. How long will this last, will it keep happening every couple of months because we cannot afford this, what should we do aside from just pills, can we get an inhaler too, is it even worth it anymore... although that last one I need to discuss with Adam. I love Tuesday, I love my baby, I love her... but is she suffering? Will she suffer for the rest of her life if this can't be fixed? I don't know what to do.

What would you do for your beloved pet in this situation?