The American Dream?

So, I have been told that it is the American Dream to be a homeowner, pet owner, and parent. Today-it felt more like a reality competition!

First (and this maybe slightly gross to some of you non-medically inclined people), Warren had some blood in his stool. That combined with increased fussiness and throwing up lately made me decide to call the nurse. They wanted to see him. I took him in, and indeed he was hemacult positive! So, the NP and doctor seemed to think that it was either a viral infection (gastroenteritis) or possibly a lactose intolerance. So--for now I have to give up dairy products. I could not do this for anyone besides my child, because I dearly love cheese.
Now you can't tell from this picture of Warren that he doesn't feel good, but let me just say this is outfit number 1 of the day--it was cute while it lasted.

Next, I had to rush to Lucy and Ethel's scheduled annual checkup. Let me just put in a blurp for the Canton Animal Hospital. They are wonderful. They let me be wishy-washy about whether I would be able to get to the appointment based on how quickly Warren was seen. And then when I showed up with Warren in my arms, Ethel terrified on the leash, and poor Lucy left in the car, they were nothing but helpful. I highly recommend them. Everyone there is nice, pleasant, and helpful.

So, back to my story. Ethel has always been anxious in the car. By anxious I mean things may come out of either end. So, yes we showed up at the vet with poop in her tail, and her shaking all over. Then we get in there and she was whining more than normal. But I have to say this for her, she would lay down anytime I told her to sit. However, she did growl when the vet tried to pet her in the waiting room. Therefore, I told the assistants that we should probably put a muzzle on her before they drew blood for the heartworm test. She has never bitten anyone or been at all aggressive, but she was more anxious than normal and the baby was starting to cry (over whom she is very protective). I volunteered to put the muzzle on her because she doesn't like stuff over her face. It was miserable for me--I hated making her feel even more trapped. Luckily, John showed up just as they were finishing up. Then when the vet came in we decided to muzzle her again--John did it this time. The cat's visit when a lot more smoothly.

Add to all of this that I am scheduled to work 7p-7a tonight, and it made for a very exhausting day. Thankfully on the way to the vet work had called and offered me call. Financially I really shouldn't have taken it because we still behind from me being out on maternity leave for 12 weeks, but it was nice to be able to do all of Warren's nightly routine. Maybe they will call me in and I will get paid time and a half!

Lastly, I just got back from the Dollar Store, and it appears that everything contains milk! This may not be a good week for WeightWatchers because I believe my diet will consist of pes, corn, potatoes, and water!