|Post-anethesia picture of Soth to prove he's alive and well before I go on and on about how bad today was.|
The plan fell apart. Every last part of it, except for the waking up an hour earlier than usual, getting Soth to the vet, and walking Barley.
I left the vet, feeling really good about the care my little love was going to get because everyone at the vet's office loves my pets almost as much as I do. I got stopped by a train on the way to the post office, but I had plenty of time for that kind of delay. Then, I got to the post office at 8:22 to find that the post office didn't open until 8:30. Kink in the plan #1.
I'm not good at sitting still in the car when I'm not going anywhere, so I decided to just rearrange that to be part off my after-work errands. I went to McDonald's and knew that my chicken biscuit would make life right because, after all, I'd been craving it for days. I pull up to the drive-thru speaker and notice there are no southern style chicken biscuits on the menu. I ask about them just to be sure. Kink in the plan #2. I ordered two bacon biscuits that had so little bacon in them that they just tasted like plain old biscuits.
I did finish grading, but barely because someone stopped by my office to chat for 20 minutes because she noticed that I was in earlier than usual. Kink in the plan #3.
I went to teach my first class, which went well; they're one of my favorite groups of students because they are excited and they participate. But I got back in my office to discover Kink in the plan #4. The vet called to tell me they were done with the procedure, Soth was waking up just fine, but that the procedure hadn't gone as planned and to call her when I had a chance because they wanted to see if they could send some cells to be tested for malignancy.
|Soth with two of my childhood stuffed cats|
|Soth in the meet-and-greet room on adoption day!|
|Another of my favorite Sothy pictures.|
|My most favorite Soth picture.|