Well, we certainly had an interesting weekend. It started on Friday, when Justin took Sam to his parents’ house to drop her off for the weekend. I decided not to go with him because I thought it might be too difficult for me, but we received updates all weekend and she apparently really enjoyed herself. We’ll probably be going up there tonight to pick her up and bring her home for the week.
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| 9 wks Vs. 12 wks (The bigger she gets, the more afraid she is to be up on the counter.) |
Saturday morning, we took Margot for her 12-week check-up and another round of vaccinations at the Animal Care Clinic. The last time I was at the vet, it was when I took Jocie to find out what was wrong with her, and I was told she had advanced kidney failure and, unfortunately, I felt it was best to euthanize her. After that visit, the receptionist told me not to worry about making a payment at that time. She said she’d just bill me. Therefore, I was fully expecting to pay around $200 when we checked out after Margot’s appointment on Saturday. I also knew that Jocie’s ashes were ready to be picked up (a separate charge of $256), which Justin had generously offered to pay for me. However, I was quite shocked when I was told that my total account balance was over $400, which did not include Jocie’s cremation and ashes! That included x-rays, blood work, and who knows what other tests they did in order to diagnose Jocie’s kidney failure. The only reason why I’m kind of put off about this total is simply because I wasn’t given any sort of heads up about it beforehand. Usually, the vet will call and ask permission to do a bunch of tests like that while also giving me an estimate of how much it will cost. I’m not saying I would have denied Jocie any of the tests she had done, I’m just saying that it sucked being blindsided with a total that was more than double what I was expecting to pay!
Thankfully, they are allowing me to make payments, but this really doesn’t help my already bleak financial situation at the moment. To make matters worse, this weekend was my little brother’s 30th birthday and all of our friends were planning to have dinner together, then go out to a bar afterwards. After giving the Animal Care Clinic 2/3 of what was in my bank account that morning, I seriously questioned whether or not I would be able to go out and celebrate my brother’s birthday that night. Justin happened to have a friend in from out of town, whom he said he could hang out with for free, and he, therefore, insisted I take the only $20 bill he had in his wallet so that I could join our friends for Zach’s birthday dinner and drinks. The only reason I felt okay with this arrangement, though, was because Justin was already planning to make a big pot of chili to take over to Zach and Kristy’s the next day, which was Zach’s actual birthday, and spend the entire day watching football with everyone.
So, I went out Saturday night without Justin, but by the end of the night I wasn’t so sure if it had been such a good idea, after all. Maybe it was the pitcher of margaritas I had shared during dinner plus the few beers I had while at the bar, but I got a little teary towards the end of the night. I just hated the fact that Justin wasn’t there due to our horrible financial situation, on top of all the other crap that has happened this past summer. I just feel like I’m not really dealing with everything very well , and I keep trying to ignore the pain of it all by distracting myself and pretending to be happy and okay. The downside to this strategy, of course, is the fact that my repressed pain and depression is finding the most inopportune times to rear it’s ugly head and create embarrassing social situations for myself (i.e. while sitting at my desk at work, while eating out at a restaurant, while hanging out with friends, etc.).
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| Margot watching football with Justin. (So cute!) |
Anyway, Sunday was a little bit better. Justin made his fabulous veggie chili, I made a batch of buffalo cheese dip, and we took Margot over to Zach and Kristy’s place for a day of watching football. I’m not the world’s biggest football fan, mind you, but I enjoyed spending the day with friends and eating TONS of yummy food. It was definitely a prime socializing experience for Margot, too, as she played her little heart out with all of our friends. The boys, especially, loved rough-housing with her. By the end of the night, she was completely WIPED OUT! In fact, she was so zonked that she barely woke up when I scooped her up in my arms and carried her home.
All in all, I think Justin and I did a decent job of making the most out of this past weekend. I know that Margot had a fantastic time, and hopefully Sam enjoyed her puppy-free weekend relaxing over at Justin’s parents’ house. I can’t wait to pick her up tonight and bring her home! I missed my Samul cuddles.
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| Sam just being Sam |
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