Today was rough.
You’ve been repeatedly introduced to my monster, Delilah. Well, last night she got in to the trash, which we didn’t think anything of because Hubby Esq had taken it out that afternoon. Well, Hubby Esq has an obsession with corn on the cob. Like eats himself sick obsession. It must be an Iowa thing. Anyways, there were cobs in my trash can and Delilah must have eaten one. It got stuck where her stomach meets her intestine.
After watching my poor, sick puppy vomit (and try to devour it, of course) all morning and look pathetic, we decided that husband would take her to the vet while I went to class. He called me to let me know the x-rays looked bad and she’d be staying all day.
When I picked her up, the vet said the new x-ray looked much better and she might not need surgery in the morning. We’ve chosen to bring her home for the night because the vet hospital isn’t staffed at night and I think she’s happier and safer with us.
I’ve also got a sick husband and we are still moving in 2 weeks. Thank goodness I’ll have my 8 mile run on Saturday morning to clear my head. I got to talk to M this morning on our run about infertility and the crazy thoughts and feelings it inspires. I love the way you can connect with people on the trails. I tend to open up to these people very easily because running that far, hard, and long together makes me feel so open and close to people. That’s probably really weird.
Do you tell your fitness buddies all your deep dark secrets? I hope it isn’t just me!
I’m going to go nurse this sore throat and pray it isn’t a bad cold or the flu. Anyone have any advice for staving this off?