It wasn't this:
- an email from FF telling me how desperately I failed at creating thus and such procedure, cc'd to the whole group.
Or this:
- arranging my whole day around a meeting with Brilla and the product manager of Raison d'Etre, only to find out Brilla didn't know what the hell she was talking about.
Or this:
- knowing that Little Grace has lost weight - and at about 7 lbs max, she doesn't have much to lose - and arranging an appointment with Hunky Vet at his new place of business, waiting for an hour with a TV that played the same video loop about the veterinary group at least ten times while I was there, having pushed out the appointment by a week to get Hunky Vet, only to be told an hour into waiting for my appointment that he had been called into emergency surgery.
Or this:
- hearing that Little Grace has an unexplained fever of 103F (101F is normal for a cat) and that the completely inferior substitute vet had drawn blood and somehow squeezed urine out of this poor cat. When she was returned to me, she scrabbled for me frantically.
Or even this:
- Having my doctor say to me, "Well, we can keep on giving you cortisone shots, but only so many and we'll probably end up resectioning the ligament to secure your ankle anyway." To which I said, "Sign me up." To which he said, "It'll mean drilling holes into your heels (they'll cover them back up), being on crutches for four weeks and a cam walker for another four weeks after that but I can practically guarantee you you'll never have an unstable ankle again." And I still said "Sign me up."
No. The funniest thing I heard all day was this:
On my way home from the vet, I walked into Hesse's German Bakery where the nice Filipino girl works and asked for an éclair. The large ones were gone, so I got three of the small ones. As she handed me the bag, she said, "Make sure you keep them in the refrigerator."
Why I laugh? Because they didn't even make it into the house. They are now happily ensconced in my happy belly.
Oy what a day. I'm taking two Tylenol and going to bed.
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Funniest thing -- I haven't had an eclair in I swear years, but today I walked past the bakery rack in the grocery store, and picked up a box of five. Out of nowhere I suddenly got the hunger!
When I got home I left the bags of dry stuff on the floor in the kitchen and put only the cold stuff away. It wasn't until just now, when I read this post, that I remembered the eclairs were still in a bag, under the cat food.
There are now only two left.
As to the other topics ... sigh. I hope poor kitty feels better soon.
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