I think my Day of the Stupids started yesterday afternoon.
While teaching music lessons it became abundantly clear that Sofia wasn't feeling well. Plus she kept going back and forth between looking really not good, to being spunky and adorable. (I'll be posting video and more complete Sofia story on the Doggedly blog.)
I had just said goodby to the last student, picked up my purse, grabbed the leashes, turned around to connect dogs to said leashes and Sofia did a giant walking pee on the carpet.
After taking care of the mess, and driving the ten miles home, I found myself taking her out about every hour or more. Clearly, the vet was required and the previous UTI hadn't cleared all the way up.
By nine-thirty I was exhausted, and I did a clean-catch urine sample with her just before I went to bed, and put it in the fridge to take to the vet this morning. I dosed her with cranberry and Vitamin C and hoped for the best.
This morning my son woke me up at 7 with a text (I finally got to sleep around 2). I felt extremely groggy and out of it. But Sofia needed taking care of so I did the whole dog walk, dog breakfast, dog walk again...and then popped open the hatch on the car and said, "Okay guys, hop in!"
Sofia, doG bless her, hopped right in. (Once again, more about this on Doggedly.) But Ole baulked. He would not get in the car. He wanted to be bribed, he wanted bacon, he wanted french dip sandwiches, and what he got was left at home.
I drove the eleven miles to the vet clinic, delivered Sofia's essential essence, ever so carefully collected. I wanted to wait and then get medicine for her (as per the followup requested by the vet) but they said it would be "a while" before they'd get to it so they would call me when the results were ready.
Back into the car for another ten mile car ride and wait....what's this? I'm getting auras...the light is hurtin my eyes... AHA! It's a migraine! Luckily I don't get the pain much anymore, but the Stupids, I seriously get a good, rocking, fluffy case of The Stupids with these migraines. Which in a way made me feel better about myself once I knew I was only a temporary idiot.
Just as I realize this a black SUV nearly rear-ends me as while I"m driving on the freeway at 60mph (limit is 55). This car very nearly smashes into me, nearly hits the barrier, is going at least 100mph probably a lot more, it careers around, almost hitting the center barrier and another car and people are hitting their horns.
I fumble with my cell phone and try to dial 911 and mange to get 911-1. Arrgh. Finally I get through to the Fairbanks Police, have to be put on hold, get connected with the Troopers and the dangerous, insane SUV driver is long, long gone. I tell them about it, and they pretty much think I'm a stupid idiot because no one has been killed YET.
Okay.
But stuff like that shakes me up. Normally I would have seen that guy coming, but I was just concentrating on going forward and trying to plan how to help Sofie and when we'd go back to the vet again.
Five minutes later, about halfway home, the phone rings and the vet desk person says, "We need a fresher sample. Can you come back?"
I've already forgotten I have a migraine. I'm trying to apply my brain to this because my brain is still dealing with a maniac in an SUV. Do I go back and get Ole before he eats something metallic or chews the vacuum cleaner cord which I just realized I didn't uplug ohmygod I hope he didn't do that I don't want my dog to be dead but Sofia needs her medicine do I go get Ole and them go back to the vet or do I just turnaround and if I go home will Ole get in the and what if Sofia gets out will SHE get back in the car....
And I say, "I'm turning around now."
So back we go, and Sofia got her meds, and I again, forgot I had a migraine and forgot to tell the vet about a bunch of stuff about Sofia I wanted to tell her. The Stupids strike again. I have the attention span of squirrel.
The day isn't over yet, because I have band practice with Ptarmigan. I will warn my band mates that I have dried moss for brains and we'll have fun.
