It's been a week and it's only Monday.
CG and I in more light-hearted years
First, CG was involved in an accident on the 520 bridge this Friday evening coming back from a UW MBA study session. He was okay and luckily was not assessed much blame. There are no shoulders on the bridge, no paths, no where to park.
Did I mention it was a four car pile-up?
Luckily, not a single passenger was hurt during the collision or while they waited for the police to arrive. But his car whore got screwed up. Yep,
the bitch his Mini Cooper S against Jeep SUV equals no contest.
$1500 damage later (with $500 deductible) and a 3-week wait for parts makes CG one sad little husband.
Send him love here.
Then today I took my baby girl Grendel to a new vet. She had a growth exponentially burgeoning on her chest. Did I mention I have had her since college and before any of my children?
Yes, my friends, she was my first baby.
At age 14+, all vets comment on how great she looks for her age. She been less active of late. She's been pestered by skin ailments: cysts, blocked salivary ducts, and now these growths.
Our previous vet has been AWOL for months. Something about sabbatical bullshit.
So, in comes a new, spanking eager, inexperienced vet to his practice. Let's call her Dr. Retarded because that's her name.
Okay, maybe not, but she is retarded.
She spent more time with chest x-rays, commenting on how our dog needed to be groomed (She's shedding like a mo-fo), and pushing for her to be put on incontinence medicine (she's had two accidents in three months--both times on our bed when she was sleeping), liver enzymes (even though her liver labs were still in the normal, but low range), congestive heart medicine (because I mentioned she horked hairballs once a day), hormone therapy for I don't even remember what, medicine for the possible imagined pneumonia, needed general anesthesia for teeth cleaning, and the list goes on and on.
Did I mention it took her 4 hours to get said x-rays and then she felt the need to send out the x-rays to be be read since she doesn't actually read the x-rays?! Isn't that what a vet does?
I swear the vet was a hypochondriac. When I questioned her on her diagnoses' basis, she said she based it on my comments rather than any real medical facts.
I told her we'd pass on her 3 times a day pill-popping push. She seemed pissed. She said she'd would take the medication if it were her dog.
All I could think was a 14 year old dog deserves to live with dignity and not be placed on every possible medication that she most likely does not need. Also, in the deep crevices of my mind, I worried general anesthesia or a drug cocktail would put my general healthy dog into a much more frail condition.
By the way, $500 later with an estimate for another $1500+, we never even got her to look at the before-mentioned growth.
It seems part and parcel of living in our affluent neighborhood (and once again let me remind you we aren't affluent--just California real-estate lucky) that we get charged what is called the Plateau premium. Anything in Renton, Kent, even Bellevue costs double if you have to come up the hill to Sammamish. This includes roof cleaning, carpet cleaning, house painting, anything.
But Hell-o! You'd think with $500 in exams and x-rays she would look at the reason we came to the vet.
I mentioned on the phone thinking she would want us to rush back. Nah! She wanted more money by telling us to reschedule another day. Not at all concerned with a growth if I wasn't willing to take her word my healthy dog needed to be taking 5-6 drugs, three times a day, for the rest of HER LIFE.
So, we moved to a new vet and await biopsy results.
Cancer was mentioned. Cross your fingers for Grendel.
There's so many more years left in the old girl, as long as she doesn't choke to death on pill-popping because some vet's trying to make a buck.
So, how did I deal with all this? Well, like usual, life gets tough and a girl gets shopping.
No, nothing for me.
CG don't read this: Nope, the danger, as always is the dreaded Costco. Yep, you know it. No shopping list, spur of the moment stop, and all the sudden $450 in crackers, fruit, and meat fall in the back of my truck.
Hey where did this come from?!
Okay, I might have also worked on another weakness. Yep, wine. 10 bottles and $150 does a lot to soothe the nerves. I popped a bottle just before I started this post. Is buying a case of wine, fully intending to drink it as quickly as possible sound like a problem?
Yep, I thought so.
The cab-sauv juices are a flowing. No problems here.
Husband on accident on bridge--only one of my biggest fears in the world is car accidents on bridges over water--no problem-o.
My first canine lurve of my own--my baby-- paired with the big "C" word. I see nothing.
Why? Tonight, my husband is safe. Tonight one of my best canine family members has only what has been diagnosed as a growth. Tonight I won't worry. Tonight I am oblivious.
Because I might be on my third glass now as we speak.
Because I might be on my third glass now as we speak.
These are the lush days. I think Natalie Merchant is appropriate:
Again, trying to focus on the positive, remember I mentioned California real estate lucky? Well, my friend Debbie just told me our old school had kids playing with real handguns AND our old house is for sale again at $240,000 less than we sold it for 2-1/2 years ago. Yep, feeling lucky and the wine is still helping.
Thanks for the pick-me-up Deb. I now know it could be a lot worse.