Happy to say I am finally over the flu so the respiratory issues are not my own, they are of my poor little 11 year old Kaylee Girl. My precious pup who is hyper and crazy and chases critters all day long suddenly started breathing heavy, stopped drinking water and eating. I am in total shock because we went on a 2 mile walk in the morning, which we do almost daily, and then later that day she just changed instantly. I took her to the emergency vet Thursday night and they sent her home after doing some x-rays and simple blood work for a mere $750, insane pricing, right? Thank god for pet insurance, I highly recommend Trupanion. So on Friday she was worse and so I went back and then was referred to a specialist and drove for an hour and then 5 more hours of sitting and waiting and $1600 worth of more tests and still no answers. I have to wait until Wednesday for all the tests to come back, meanwhile I am giving her appetite stimulants and antibiotics and a medicine for her brachial tubes and watching her every moment to make sure she is breathing so haven’t slept a lot the last 2 nights.
So now that I got to complain about my puppy drama, let me tell you what has been going on with me. So I hit 50 this past August and lately I am have been checking the Internet on people from high school. I don’t know if it is a mid-life crisis or what but I have been thinking about the past, even listening to music from the 80’s and absolutely loving it. I wanted to reach out to some of my old friends, some of them know what I do for a living, others don’t so I didn’t know if it would be prudent to do so. I was looking up old boyfriends and one in particular I couldn’t find anything on, I knew he had become a police officer but that was about it. So this is where it gets weird…I am sitting and waiting at the vet, no shower, in some skanky yoga pants and no makeup, hair in a shitty ass bun and covered in dog hair, real sexy Kelly Madison style, NOT! In walks the first guy I ever had sex with, basically my first love that I dated for 3 years with his dog, WTF! I instantly knew it was him, we haven’t seen each other since the late 80’s. I was sitting there panicked with no sleep worried about my dog and then slammed right into the past and reminded of all the fun memories and I have to admit, it was a wonderful respite from the fear and worry. We laughed, we talked, we hugged and it was so nice to see him.
Again, I don’t know if it is because I have gotten older, but I have this desire to connect with all my old friends. I never felt this way before, I was too busy with my life and career, and quite honestly, didn’t care to be judged. Now that I am older I don’t fear what others think of me, they either have to accept me as I am or don’t respond to me. I’ll let you know how this goes, until then I will be driving around my dog to the vet while playing my 80’s music.
